Harry Potter and the Nerd's Rock Collection
The Third-Floor Corridor (the only normal title in this whole story)
"Seeker?" Ron said as he, Harry, and Dave walked aimlessly during break. "You must be the youngest Seeker in... about..."
"A year," Harry said. "I'm assuming that's how long it's been."
Just then, George and Fred, Ron's older twin brothers, came behind them.
"Well done, Harry," George said. "Wood told us all about it."
"They're on the team, too," Ron said. "Beaters."
"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too much," Fred said. "We probably won't be protecting you so you might want to get insurance."
"That's very helpful," Dave said, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"That's the spirit," George said, not understanding the sarcasm.
They went away, and Harry and Ron went in the open space.
"I don't know how to play Quidditch," Harry said. "I don't even know how to spell it. What if I make I foul out of myself?"
"Don't worry, you will," Hermione, who had been following them the whole time, said. "But at least you'll do it with style."
"How do you know?"
"Follow me."
With that, she lead them to the trophy room to the Quidditch awards. Harry's father's name was on the Seeker plaque.
"Why didn't you tell me your dad was a Seeker too?" Ron asked.
"Why do you think?" Harry asked.
"I don't think, I just listen, but then I forget," Ron said.
Later, they starting walking up the stairs when the staircase started to move.
It stopped in front of a door, which obviously was the third floor corridor that Dumbledore had forbidden them from from going into because it had a sign on the door that said, "Misery and Death Have Many Roommates. Come On In, and Join the Club", but they ignored it.
"Do you feel like we shouldn't be here?" Ron said.
"Of course we should be here," Hermione said. "It's forbidden."
As they walked in deeper, they heard the sound of someone's voice. It was Argus Filch.
"Who's in here?" he called.
"Run!"
The four kids went running to the end of the corridor, where a door, conveniently with a sign that read "Beware of Dog". Ron tried to open it but it was locked. Hermione opened it easier because it was a push door and not a pull like Ron thought.
Once inside, they found themselves looking at the most terrible thing that anyone could think of in the history of dogs: a Chihuahua! (A/N: Hey, everyone runs from Chihuahuas, even though they don't do anything, so don't complain.)
They ran out, screaming the whole way they went to the Foxx Tower.
"What are they thinking?" Ron yelled once they were safe. "Keeping a dog like that in the school!"
"You obviously don't use your eyes, do you?" Hermione said in a calm voice. "Didn't you see what it was heading on?"
"Why would I be looking at it's feet when it's head is one inch above it? That's what you've got to pay attention to!"
"It was standing on a trap door. It's obviously guarding something."
Harry and Ron just stared while Dave nodded in agreement even though, obviously, he didn't agree.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you get another idea to get us killed, or worse: expelled."
With that, she walked away.
"Wait a minute," Dave said, confused. "Did she just say that getting expelled was worse than getting killed? She's confusing me."
A few days later in Charms class (A/N: I'm skipping the lecture on Quidditch.), they were learning the Levitating Spell.
"Remember, swish and flick," Professor Flipshit said. "Then go Wingardium Leviosa."
The whole class tried and failed, except Hermione, who everyone now hated for doing so, except Dave, who did the spell to impress by placing a fan under his desk and using it to levitate his feather.
Later outside, Harry, Ron, and Seamus, who had blown himself up, were talking.
"Man, no wonder she doesn't have any friends," Ron said. "She's a nightmare."
Just then, someone pushed pass Ron and ran away.
"I think she heard you," Harry said.
One more chapter for the story. Not my best, that's for sure, but the next one is going to be good, I promise. Send your reviews, and thanks!