Chapter seventeen: Holy Shoes

After the match there was a party in the common room, people from years on a team complimented their flying ability and gave them tips. When they finally managed to get away from it all, Mione pulled Don, Barry and Lemo aside. She pulled out an extremely old and thick book, then ignoring Barry and Don exchanged glances she tried to find her bookmark.

"You wanted to show us a book?" Barry said eyeing the book.

"Does it have anything about squids?" Lemo asked.

"I hope that wasn't homework..." Don moaned Barry joined in on the moaning.

"Would you be quiet for a second?" Mione said irritably, "Aha! This is the page!" she turned to a particular page then passed it to Barry.

"Winston! There you are! Come to mummy..." Lemo squealed excitedly grabbing Winston out from under the nearby table.

"Focus Lemo..."

Lemo blushed,

"My bad..."

"The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Smelliepheet Stone (more commonly known as the Ugly Rock), a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone can transform any metal into gold. It can also produce the Elixir of Life will make the drinker immortal (and possibly give them a bad odour...but who cares when you old!) There have been many reports on the Smelliepheet/Ugly Rock, but at present there is only one stone/rock in existence, that belongs to Picholas Flannell. Picholas Flannell, at the time of the printing of this book was seven hundred and four years, three months, fourteen days and three point two hours old." Barry read aloud.

"Shit."

"That's what Fluffy's guarding!" Mione said excitedly.

Cheers erupted as Andrew and Andy stumbled through the portrait hole.

"A Beater and Keeper have just entered the building!" Bonny cheered, along with the rest of the crowd. Andy gave a weak smile, while Andrew had his arm around her shoulder. Madam Pomfrey had done a pretty god job of cleaning up Andy's nose. Although there was only so much she could do, because they didn't go to her as quickly as she would have liked. There was a slight purple tinge to Andy's nose, but other than that it was normal.

Andy collapsed into a chair, immediately bombarded with questions from a group of girls. Andrew looked at Andy, worried then rushed up to Mione, Don, Lemo and Barry,

"Guys, I have something to tell you..."

"Same here..."

"Snape. He tried to get past Fluffy!"

"What!" Lemo looked shocked.

"What makes you say that?" Mione asked.

"Well when I took Andy to the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey told me to go the staff room. She wanted to speak with Snape, since he's head of Slytherin, she was totally pissed at Malfoy," Andrew chuckled at the memory of the angry Madam Pomfrey, "So I went there and then I saw Snape, he had his cloak pulled up high above his knee. And Filth the caretaker was there examining it. And Snape was talking, 'Couldn't keep track of all four of its bloody heads...'"

Mione gasped,

"No! Snape wouldn't! I know he's a bastard, but he's a teacher! Surely he wouldn't try and take something that Dumbledore was trying to guard!"

"I bet he would..." Don said bitterly.

The next day Andy's nose no longer had the purple tinge and the weather was bright and sunny. It was a perfect day, except they had Potions first thing.

"What a horrible thing to wake up to..." Barry said miserably as they walked to Potions.

"I'll say..." Lemo said yawning and placing her head on his shoulder, "Wake me up when it's over..."

The dungeons were as dark and gloomy as ever. Everyone took their seats, as Snape burst in the door, limping slightly, Andrew shot Mione a meaningful look, who shrugged and mouthed "Sporting injury?" Andrew sniggered, "Yea right," he mouthed back.

"Got yourself two girlfriends have you Watson?" Malfoy hissed, "Where do you get the time and energy?" Boyle and Cray laughed.

Andy turned around,

"Oh histerical," she said sarcastically.

"I see your nose has healed well!" Malfoy said, pretending to examine her nose, "I only just noticed you have a rather ugly nose..."

"Her nose is just fine, but you...god, fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, did we?" Lemo said glaring.

Malfoy's smile faded,

"Hope you enjoy detention tonight Parker, I apoligise, I won't be joining you. My father will be sending a letter to Dumbledore any moment now...excusing me from detention..."

"Really? And you think that's going to work? Well you just keep telling yourself that..." Emo said turning around too.

"Five points from Gryffindor! No chit chat in my class thank-you..." Snape snapped.

"Oh fuck..."

"Make that ten!"

Emo sat quietly, fuming. Nearby jar full of floating this and that exploded above Malfoy.

"Gah! Thanks a lot Parker!"

Emo turned around shocked,

"I didn't do anything!"

"Sure, sure!" Malfoy said not believing her, until an evil cackle echoed above.

"Peas! I do not find your pranks amusing in my class! Leave now!" Snape barked towards the ceiling, suddenly a floating ghost of a boy became visible,

"What if I don't wana?"

"Then you'll regret it...Perhaps the Bloody Barrell will come give you a little visit..."

"Touchy, touchy..." Peas said before floating through the ceiling.

"Fucking hell!" Lemo yelled as she knocked over the cauldron her and Barry were sharing. The sickly yellow potion leaked all over the floor, eating at everything like acid,

"It wasn't me!" she said throwing her hands up, looking guilty.

"You idiot girl!" Snape yelled waving his wand, muttering a cleaning spell, which had no effect. Everyone leapt onto the sinking stool and tables as the potion spread. Andrew immediately lifted Andy off the ground of the Potions path.

"Put me down Drew!"

"EVERYONE OUT!" Snape screamed totally losing, his already little patience, "OUT! OUT! And you! Roberts! I'll be seeing you in detention tonight!" And on that note he limped determinedly out the door, his shoes developing holes as he walked.

"Woah...what's up his arse?"

Another chappy! Well 4 those who wanted to know...I turned 14 yesterday! WOOOOHOOOO! lol Thanks 4 your reviews! hugs tramautised reviewers