A/N: This Chap is also very long, but I have so much to pack into each one, it's a wonder I don't make each chapter a HUNDRED pages. Still haven't heard from you guy, WHAT'S UP?? Oh well. R&R. PLEASE!!!! I die without input!
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Lina, Harry and Ron talked over the events of the previous night. "What are they doing with a giant, three headed dog?" Ron asked. "Don't you know anything?" came Hermione's voice. "It was standing on a trap door. It's obviously guarding something." She strode off through the crowd. "Well I think it was a superb adventure," said Lina. "Yeah, me too," agreed Harry. "I'm up for another one as long as it doesn't involve dogs," said Ron grinning. They all laughed.
During the rest of the day, it became clear that neither Neville nor Hermione was interested in finding out what the dog was guarding, but Lina certainly was. "We've got to know what it's hiding," she stated at lunch. "I think I know," said Harry. In a low voice, he told them that when he'd gone to his Gringott's vault, Hagrid had also gone to a vault, for something for Professor Dumbledore.
"So that's what it's hiding," said Lina thoughtfully. She scratched her knee. Didn't Dumbledore tell me something about this before? she thought. Malfoy strode up to them, looking thoroughly let down. "I... uh...Hmph!" he said, and left. "He couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't indicate what he'd done," Lina smiled.
To add insult to injury for Malfoy, a long, thin parcel was carried by six owls to Harry. A moment later, another owl dropped a letter by his plate, and then all seven of them left. Harry ripped open the letter, which explained that the parcel was a Nimbus Two- Thousand, a broomstick. It also said, quite clearly, not to open the package in the Great Hall. They took it out to the Entrance Hall, and ripped it open. It was indeed a broomstick, and it was amazing. "Wow!" was all Harry could say.
Just then, Malfoy, along with Crabbe and Goyle, came into the Hall. "First years aren't allowed broomsticks, Potter," he smirked. He spotted Professor Flitwick coming down the Hall, and ran over to him, saying, "Potter's got a broomstick!" "Oh, yes, I heard!" Flitwick replied delightedly. "Very nice, isn't it!" and he left the Hall.
"But, I, he..." Malfoy's voice died in his throat. He also left the Hall, Crabbe and Goyle following bewilderedly behind him.
Hermione Granger refused to speak to Harry, Lina, and Ron, when she heard that Harry had gotten a broomstick. Because she was such a know- it- all, they saw this as a plus.
That night, when Lina went to see Lena, she thought, I'm sorry I couldn't see you last night. I can't come every night. There are too many people up at night, Hmm, interesting problem, thought Lena. Come visit me once a week, at least, and send Tib when you can't come. He'll at least bring me news.
All right, thought Lina. She nuzzled Lena with her nose. She and Lena talked about the puzzle of the package, but couldn't come up with anything. I'll see you later! Lina thought, and zapped herself n bed.