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1. The Golden Snitch

The Great Hall was lit up by the thousands of flying light, as every year that had past. Harry sat next to Ron and he and Hermione had a discussion of Quidditch. Harry didn't litsen, his eyes stuck on Wood, his trainer. He didn't know why, but he couldn't look away. Wood was sitting and talking på Angelina Johnsson, the Gryffindorr Quidditch Team Cheaser. They were laughing and joking, but somehow, Harry felt sad. He didn't know why, but he felt really sad about that. He felt like someone had ripped his hea…
"Right Harry?" Ron said next to him, and woke him from his toughts.

"What…?"

"Puddlemere isn't a town, right?" Ron explained.

"Oh… Dunno' really" he answered and looked back to Wood's seat, but couldn't find him. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He twisted around and met Wood's eyes gazing at him.

"Hello, Harry! I'm just gonna' tell you tha' the quidditchtraining starts on Tuesday. Be there!" he said with his scottish accent.

"Oh, Ok! Tuesday. What time?"

"Seven'o'clock!"

"Right. I'll be there!"

Wood turned Harry the back and walked awat. Left was Harry, his heart clapping, without knowing why. He tought it might've been the soup. It didn't look that nice, and had a greenish colour, but it smelled great. Hermione had said that it was some kind of pea-soup, but Harry wasn't sure. He looked at her and saw that she still were arguing about Puddlemere with Ron, who absolutley refuesed to think that it was a town. Harry smiled a bit, they were always arguing about something. He looked down at his soup and pushed it away with a very diffirent look on his face than before, and streched out for a chickenleg.

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After the great feast they walked back towards the commonroom, Ron and Hermione still arguing. Harry started to really get annoyed so at last he turned around to them. They emiditly stopped.

"Oh, for god's sake! Go and look it up or something!" he snagged at them.

At first there was only silent, then Hermione opened her mouth.

"You're right. Come on, Ron!" she said and turned around.

"Where we goin'?" Ron asked.

"To the library ofcourse! Are you coming with us, Harry?"
"I rather not, thank you" he replied, as polite as he could.

"Well. Ok, then. Come on Ron"

Ron made a please-save-me-face, but Harry just turned around and walked away. After the voices of the two had died away, the only sound was Harry's footsteps eckoing through the corridorr. When he at last aproeched to the painting of the Fat Lady, it suddenly appeared to Harry that he didn't know the new password.

"Ehm… I don't really know the new password" Harry replied as the Fat Lady asked for it.

"Then you can't enter"

"Oh, please. You know me. I'm Harry Potter!" Harry answered, now a bit angry.

"Sorry, but that's the rules"

Harry swore loudly and stomped in the floor.

"Godness me!" the Fat Lady gasped.

Harry didn't notice her and sat down on the cold floor, still angry. After a few minutes he heard footsteps coming and understood that it must be Hermione and Ron. He jumped on to his feets and looked around at the very moment someone rounded the corner. But it wasn't Hermione or Ron. It was Wood.

"Oh… Hello, Harry!" he said, with a smile of suprise. "I tought everyone was already in the common room."

"Hello, Wood"

"Oh, common' Harry. Call me Oliver, please. I call you Harry, don't I?"

Harry looked down at his trainers and felt his cheeks burn.

"Harry, are you all right?" Wood asked, trying to catch Harry's eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Harry replied, still looking at his trainers. "'Just donno' the password"

Oliver smiled and steped up to the Fat Lady.

"The Golden Snitch"

The painting flew open and Oliver smiled at Harry, holding his arm as if he wanted Harry to go first. Harry gave him some kind of a smile and stepped into the commonroom with Oliver following.

"So, Harry. What have you been doing this summer?" Oliver asked.

Harry felt like he wanted to sink through the floor. He had never told Oliver how it was at home, at the Dursleys, and he didn't want to ethier.

"Well, I've been att Ron Weasley's house" Harry replied and looked down at his trainers, again.

"Cool"

There were silent and Harry looked up on Oliver again.

"And you?" he asked, feeling that it sounded like crap.

"Well, I've been accepted for the Puddlemere United Reserve Team!" he said, with a happy voice.

Harry laughed as he thought of Ron and Hermione's fight. They came to the stairs up to the sleepingrooms and Oliver turned to Harry.

"Well, Goodnight then, Harry!"

"Goodnight!" Harry replied.

Oliver turned around and walked up the stairs.