Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone
The Girl Who Lived
Chapter Twelve
Halloween Surprises With Quidditch Games
"We should ask Hagrid about that dog." Harley stated as she made her way beside Ron down the hallway. Ron looked to Harley with a raise of his eyebrow.
"I don't think he'd tell us anything mate." Ron replied to his friend with a shake of his head.
"He might. I mean it just takes asking questions after a subject he finds interesting. He shouldn't realize the difference." Harley said with a yawn. She rubbed the back of her head. Her unruly hair remained sticking out in odd angles, like usual. "No one does." The girl finished. She was beyond tired. After their little midnight adventure a few days ago, Harley continued to think over what the three-headed dog could be hiding. She hadn't realized it yet, even though it was plainly obvious. But then again, Harley was thinking of pranks, school and the Quidditch game coming up.
Harley wandered towards the Great Hall with Ron beside her. The two of them changed the subject, talking about the long essay that Severus Snape had assigned them in Potions that was due in two days. It was an impossibly long essay that had caused the two best friends to slave over it for a few hours. "I don't understand why he has to be such a git." Harley stated, walking past a group of girls that were speaking about the latest gossip. Rolling her eyes she stepped into the Great Hall and walked over to the table with Ron beside her.
"Something must be up his bloody arse." Ron suggested as he sat down beside her. It caused Harley to laugh out loud at her best friends statement. She would admit it. It was true and that was why it was so funny.
"My friend, you took the words right out of my mouth." She stated with a smile, patting his shoulders. "Hey, twin-a-likes. Where's Hermione at?" Harley hollered over to the twins. Their heads snapped up at her nickname for them. They raised their eyebrows in curiosity at her nickname she had suddenly decided to call them.
"Don't know. Heard she was in the dungeons bathroom. She's been crying in there all day." One of the twins stated. Harley still couldn't figure it out for her life which of the twins was which. Harley looked over to Ron with an annoyed look. She rolled her eyes at her friend's dumbfounded look. Of course, boys never realized what they say could hurt a girls feeling. Then again, young Harley was use to being put down as a child; she was no longer affected by boy's hurtful words and even girl's hurtful words.
"That's why you keep your remarks to yourself Ronnie. You hurt sensitive girls feelings." Harley stated calling him a sudden new nickname that Harley decided to call him when she was annoyed or angry with him. She slapped the back of his head. Ron glared angrily as he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head with a defensive look across his face as he lowered his hands and crossed his arms.
"In my defense mate, she was bloody annoying, acting like a Know-It-All. I mean, you're smart like her, probably even smarter than her, but you don't go bragging about it." Ron replied. The accident, where Ron had made fun of Hermione and called her a few insensitive words was on their way to their next class earlier that morning. Hermione, who had been following after them, had heard the whole thing and shoved past them to run away. Rolling her bright, electric, emerald green eyes Harley sighed. Ron's own dark blue eyes looked into hers eyes as he turned so he was facing Harley.
"Well girls shouldn't be so sensitive then. They should be like you Harley. You don't care if some pillock talks shite about you, unless there's need for anger." Ron supplied with a shrug as he placed many things on his plate for lunch.
The girl shook her head slowly. It was true she couldn't deny it. She was smart, maybe smarter than Hermione, but she kept it under radar. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. She had enough attention to worry about than getting the eyes of the professors on her. Not only that, but any whispers of things about her didn't bother her unless she needed to be worried about it. The Great Hall doors suddenly sprung open and slammed against the walls, shaking the room with a loud boom. The large room went silent as the students all looked towards Professor Quirrell who looked disheveled and distressed. "Troll! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know." Professor Quirrell yelled before collapsing on the ground in unconsciousness. Students began to yell in panic, dropping their food on the table as they all hurriedly stood up from their tables and made to run out the room. Harley, who had pulled Ron back down on the bench after he tried to run off, looked around the room closely. She didn't want Ron or herself getting hurt in the mass of panic ridden students.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore suddenly bellowed from the Professors table. Everyone froze and turned to look at Dumbledore with wide eyes. Albus Dumbledore took a deep breath and spoke in a calmer voice as he looked over the students. "Prefects. I want you with the Head Boy and Girl to bring the students to their respective houses." Everyone calmed and soon began to make their way out of the room and to their houses. Harley walked slowly beside Ron and made sure to be behind everyone else. As she was following the large group of Gryffindor a sudden thought popped in her head. With a sudden tug on Ron's robe she pulled him in another directions, towards the dungeons.
"Where are we going?" Ron questioned fearfully as he unwillingly followed after Harley. The girl looked over at him and spoke slowly and in a hushed voice.
"We have to go find Hermione. She's in the dungeon, the troll is in the dungeon and it's your fault she's in there in the first place." Harley remarked with a shake of her head. Sighing in disappointment Ron followed after his best friend. The two students continued to hurriedly race towards the girl's bathroom. Slamming to a sudden stop, she and Ron quickly hid behind a wall at the sound of a grunt and something dragging against the ground. They covered their mouth and nose with their robe arms at the sudden stench that reached their nose. "Troll." Harley stated, fighting off a gag of disgust. As the words left her lips, the tall figure of a troll appeared around the other corner of the hallway, near the girl's bathroom. The troll stopped in the middle of the hallway and scratched its head. Sniffing its nose in the air, it turned and made it's way into the girl's bathroom. "Let's go." Harley demanded as the two friends raced down the hallway.
Hermione Granger sniffled and pulled the door open from the far end of the girl's bathroom. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she made her way over to the sink when she stopped. Looking over at what caught her attention from the corner of her eye made her eyes widen considerably. "Troll." She whispered faintly. Hurriedly running back to the stall. Slamming the door shut she ducked at the sounds of a club meeting against the wood.
"Hermione!" Yelled a familiar female voice. The fuzzy haired girl looked up and screamed as pieces of wood from the stalls fell on top of her. "Crawl Hermione. Crawl away!" Harley yelled to the girl. Ron and Harley quickly ran into the bathroom from the entryway. Hermione ran from the stalls and over to the sinks. Another scream was released as the troll smashed one of the sinks beside Hermione. "We have to do something." Harley explained to Ron hurriedly.
"What do we do?" He questioned his intelligent and quick thinking friend. The sound of a scream and another crash caused Harley to bounce on the balls of her feet as she tried to think of something.
"Use Wingardium Leviosa!" Harley yelled to Ron over her shoulder as she raced towards the Troll. With a leap in the air she wrapped her arms around the Trolls neck. With the realization that someone was on its back the troll reached with its hand and pulled her off of its back and onto the floor. Landing with a loud thud, the wind was knocked out of her. Bright eyes widened as the club swung down towards her. At the least moment she rolled out of the way and jumped up. Grabbing onto the club she hung onto it with dear life. She was keeping the troll distracted as Ron stood behind it and Hermione cowered in the corner.
The troll came to a slow realization that the human girl was hanging onto his club; the troll began to shake the club roughly. Raven black hair fell into Harley's face as her bright, electric, emerald green eyes glowed with determination as she continued to hold on tight. She felt slightly sick as she was continuously shaken as the troll was becoming increasingly frustrated. Reaching with its other hand the troll grabbed Harley's legs, hanging her upside down. Her pants, which she had chosen to wear with her uniform instead of the skirt, sagged down a little. Her Gryffindor cloak fell over her head as she continued to be held upside down. As the Troll swung the club at Harley, he would raise her in the air. He continued to do swing and throw his hand up that held the raven-haired girl another two times before Harley yelled to Ron, though her voice came out muffled. "Do the spell now Ron!" The Gryffindor first year girl was getting dizzy and lightheaded with the continuous feeling of being like a rag doll. It was not fun being thrown up while the troll tried to hit her.
"How?" Ron yelled. Hermione spoke up from the corner as she looked to see Ron with his wand out. Harley spoke up at the same time as Hermione when she was brought back down. Harley's top had covered her face, making her voice remain muffled as her robe continued to hang over her head.
"Swish and flick!" Hermione and Harley yelled. Hermione's voice was filled with panic and nervousness as she hid underneath one of the not broken sinks. Harley's voice had been filled with annoyance and anger. She had been hanging upside down for too long.
Ron raised his wand higher and pointed it at the troll that stood in front of him, it's front now facing him. "Windgardium Leviosa!" The boy yelled while swishing and flicking his wand. The spell made the club abruptly tug out of the troll's hand. Raising it above the trolls head Ron allowed it to fall with a crack. With the hard hit on the troll's head, the smelly and enormous troll collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. Harley fell to the ground again with a wince as she pushed herself up. Her heavy breathing echoed in the silent room as Hermione crawled out of the corner.
"That hurt." Harley muttered as she pushed herself up from the floor. Wiping her hands on her clothes she stood unsteadily on her feet. Shaking her head she blinked as blood rushed back down into her legs. Her eyesight blurred for a moment as she held onto Ron. Her head was pounding from the contact with the hard tile flooring.
"You...you saved me. Thank you." Hermione spoke up with a smile on her face.
"It was our fault you were in here in the first place. We couldn't let it kill you." Ron stated from beside Harley as he held her up.
"Who says it was my fault?" Harley questioned with a scrunch of her eyebrows. "I don't remember acting like a prat." She stated with a smirk. With another wave of dizziness she shook her head. With a sigh Harley smiled, trying not to grimace. "You're welcome." The three first years looked around the room with wide eyes. The bathroom was a disaster. The stalls had been destroyed. Dark green pieces of wood lay scattered on the ground. Sinks were smashed in, causing a disaster of tile and squirting water. Not only that, but an unconscious troll lay in the middle of the room with its club not to fall away from it.
"What in the world!" Exclaimed Professor McGongall as the group of other Professors stood in the doorway of the bathroom with wide eyes as they looked over the scene. Ron was perfectly all right, for the most part, besides being shaken. Hermione was covered in dust from the wood and sink. Harley was by far the worst. She had dirt and wet clothes along with a red cut on the side of her head that bleed from hitting the floor along with bruise sides from the impact of falling twice on the ground. "What happened?" Demanded McGongall with a tone of astonishment. Her face was pale as she looked at the troll and then to the disheveled students.
"Well..." Began Harley and Ron before Hermione cut them off.
"I heard about the troll and decided to go and face it myself." Harley raised an eyebrow with surprise, but was impressed with the girl's lying. Ron also looked at Hermione with surprise and impressed.
"That is the most irresponsible thing you could do Ms. Granger." Professor McGongall stated with a shake of her head. "Now…why did you two decide to follow Ms. Granger?" Minerva questioned with a squint of her eyes.
"Well…we realized she was missing and not with us…we went to look for her. And we did find her…and...well...we saved her." Harley explained with a shrug of her shoulders. She tried to not wince at the tug on her bruised ribs again as she stood in between her best friend and other new best friend.
"Ten points taken from Gryffindor. Another ten each for Ms. Potter and Mr. Weasley for saving Ms. Granger and defeating a troll." McGongall tightly stated. "Now get to your Common Room." She ordered. Not wanting to start an argument the three friends walked past the Professors. Harley looked at Snape and noticed a bite on his leg. Severus covered his wound and sneered at the look Harley gave him. The expression on her face was a look of curiosity and suspicion.
December 13th
Harley sat in the locker room for Gryffindor Common Room. Her stomach twirled and fluttered with unease and nerves as her mind raced with untraceable thoughts. As soon as she thought of one thing, another thought would arise, pushing back the thought before she could think of any more. Oliver Wood gave his usual encouraging speech to the team, but Harley ignored what was being said as she took deep breaths to calm down. "You alright there Harley?" Fred Weasley questioned from beside George and Alicia. The team looked to see Harley holding her head in her hands as she looked down at the floor. Her eyes where closed as she tried to stop her pounding heart and butterflies in her stomach. Not only was she playing Quidditch, the best sport, but also she was playing in front of the whole school and staff. It'd be embarrassing if she lost the game for Gryffindor. They had the best team in years, meaning they would win, as soon as Harley could actually think straight and move without feeling sick.
"Yeah...fine." She muttered out to the group. Her breathing was shallow as she rubbed her head soothingly. She ignored the clattering footsteps and talking voices that moved into the stadium. She was just concentrating on becoming less nervous.
"You sure?" George questioned, as he walked over to the younger girl. He sat beside her and wrapped his right arm around her shoulders with a smile across his face. "You'll be great mate. All you have to do is kick those slimy gets arses and you'll be remembered for History." George stated, winking at Harley as she glanced over at him. She gave a dry chuckle and shook her head at his statement.
"I don't want to be remembered for the history in Hogwarts. I'm already remembered by the rest of the wizarding world." Harley moaned with a sigh. George and Fred glanced at each other with eyebrow raised. The rest of the team also looked at one another at her statement.
"You'll be fine. After Christmas break, how about we prank the Slytherins?" Fred suggested as he now sat on Harleys right side.
"All the Slytherins? Including my cousins and Malfoy?" She questioned with a raise of an eyebrow. Her head had snapped up at his suggestion with a sparkle in her eyes. For the last few weeks the Slytherins had been bothering Harley constantly. They always caused her problems and trying to get her into trouble. It had annoyed her to the point she was ready to snap. The best revenge she could think of was a prank. Some must have thought she would be a prankster. She was her father's daughter after all. And from everything everyone she had asked about her parents, she was always told he was a prankster through and through. So why couldn't she be? Even if she was The-Girl-Who-Lived that didn't entitle she couldn't have some fun.
"Yeah. It'll be a great prank." George stated with a nod. Harley nodded her head in agreement.
"It'll be amazing. I already have a few plans for those gits." Harley stated as she stood. She adjusted her Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, flattening down the wrinkles. Scooping her broom in her hand she walked over to Oliver as they made their way out of the Locker Room and towards the field.
"Presenting, Wood as Keeper, Johnson, Spinnet and Bell as Chasers, Weasley and Weasley as beater and Potter as Seeker!" Yelled the voice of Lee Jordan into the speakerphone. The seven Quidditch players hopped up onto their brooms and flew out into the stands. Doing a small lap around the field they finally went to the middle of the field and stopped. As Lee introduced the Slytherins Harley blocked it out. She looked around the pitch, her ears pounded from the screams and cheers of half of the school. The other half booed and hissed at the Gryffindors, which was mostly the Slytherins and they only cheered when their team came onto the field. Harley snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Madam Hooche's whistle blowing. Speeding out of everyone's way she rose higher up in the air and floated above the team. Her eyes scanned for the Golden Snitch. She didn't notice the bludger flying towards her until someone yelled out to her.
"Harley! Look out!" Not waiting to see what it was, she spun out of the way of the Bludger. Her heart pounded painfully as adrenaline pulsed. She began to fly above the game. She listened to Lee Jordan, best friends to George and Fred was doing commentary watched closely by McGongall.
"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -" Lee Jordan began to say.
"JORDAN!" Professor McGongall bellowed.
"Sorry, Professor." Lee replied. Harley chuckled in amusement at the boy's commentary as she continued to fly around the pitch. She had to dodge bludgers being hit at her. But thanks to the Weasley Twins, they continued hitting the bludgers back.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle - that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Prucey speeding off toward the goals posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives- misses - GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
Harley cheered along with the Gryffindors and other houses.
Down below in the stands, Hagrid made his through the bleachers and stood beside Hermione and Ron. "How's it goin'?" He questioned the two younger children.
"Fine. Harley's flying around up there. Looking for the Snitch I'm guessing." Ron stated from looking up at his best friend.
The game continued to go on for the next twenty minutes. Harley continued to fly around, searching for the Golden Snitch. After almost catching the snitch once before, but having been blocked by Flint, she had to yet again search for the snitch. She watched the game from the corner of her eyes as she gazed around the stadium. She began to fly on the other side of the field when her broom sudden began to shutter. She tried to turn it, do anything, but it wasn't allowing her. She wanted to ask Wood questions about brooms acting like this, but knew they didn't. She needed a time out or something. Harley tried as hard as she could to move the broomstick around, but it just gave another shutter before it suddenly stopped and jerked her to the sides. She held onto her broom tightly, as it continued to shutter. It soon began to shake back and forth, causing Harley to almost fly off once or twice. "Oh my god!" Someone yelled, pointing up at Harley's broomstick that was continuing to shake and shutter, trying to fly her off.
"Whas goin' on?" Hagrid questioned from below in the stadium. He picked up his binoculars to his eyes and looked up at where Harley was having difficulties with her broomstick.
"Maybe Flint did something to it?" Seamus suggested from beside Ron.
"Couldn't have." Hagrid stated shakily. "No student could do somethin' like dark magic." Hagrid stated as he continued to look up at the sky where Harley was now hanging onto the broom as it flung her off, making her hang by her hands wrapped tightly around the shuttering broom. Fred and George flew around her, waiting to catch her if she fell from the broomstick. Flint was continuously making shots in the goal posts as everyone paid attention to Harley. Hermione grabbed Hagrids binoculars and raised them to her eyes. Instead of looking at Harley she began to scan the crowds, looking for whoever was causing Harley's broom to act up. Her eyes landed on the Professors area to see Professor Snape muttering to himself, unblinking as he stared at Harley's broom. She didn't notice Professor Quirrell looking down with his hands folded into each other with his eyes closed in concentration.
"There!" She yelled to the two. She was pointing to Professor Snape as he continued to mutter something under his breath.
"What do we do?" Ron questioned to Hermione.
"Leave to me." Running away from the group of Gryffindors she ran through the stadiums underneath. She reached the teachers area after five minutes of running. Scampering up the stairs she reached underneath the stairs. Digging into her robe she pulled out a jar of blue fire from her large pocket. Opening it she raised it up to the large cloak, it soon caught on fire.
Harley continued to struggle holding onto the broom as her legs swung in the air. The broom suddenly stopped its shuttering swinging. With a swing she flipped back onto the broom. Taking deep breathes of air. She began to fly down to the ground and was half way there when she stopped, she felt the sudden urge to through up. Forgetting the she was on the ground she took her hands off of the slick wooden broomstick. She fell forward and tumbled onto the ground. Lying on the ground on her knees, she began to cough and soon, she coughed back up a golden snitch. 'How in the... She thought to herself as she stared at the Golden Snitch in her hands. "I got it! I caught the snitch!" She exclaimed loudly. Everyone turned to look at Harley with widen eyes.
"Gryffindor wins!" Bellowed out Lee Jordan at hearing the news. The Gryffindor Team speed down to the floor and hopped off the broom. They rushed over to Harley, hugging and cheering Harley.
"We won! We won!" Fred and George bellowed out with a dance. Soon, the Gryffindors rushed over her and picked her up onto their shoulders. A smile graced her lips a she looked around at the cheering crowd. She looked to see Ron and Hermione fighting their way through the large crowd. She caught their eyes and smiled. They smiled back and cheered along with the crowd. They chanted, 'Harley Potter and We Won!'
Harley, for a short moment, never felt so happy as she did at that moment.
The Gryffindor team celebrated with the house. Harley, who had finally gotten them to set her down walked over to Hagrid, along with Ron and Hermione. "You don't understand Hagrid. I saw Snape muttering some jinx to Harley's broom and try and knock Harley her off. He wasn't blinking or anything." Hermione exclaimed.
"You should know this Hagrid. But the two of them have a mutual dislike with each other." Ron stated with a nod of his head.
"Ya don' understand 'Mione, Ron. Snape has no reason ta try and kill a student by trying to knock 'Arley off her broom! Now listen, yer meddlin' in things that don' concern ya. Jus' forget about the dog and what it's guarding. It's dangerous business. It's between Nicholas Flamel and Dumbledore." Stated Hagrid with annoyance at the mettling children.
"Hmm. So there is another person in this. Nicholas Famel that is involved." Harley stated as she walked up to the group. Hagrid looked furious with himself at being tricked like that.
Chapter twelve is done at last.
I'm working on finishing this story tonight. I'm trying to keep myself up to writing, but it gets tiring.
Lets see, Harley and Ron saved Hermione, Harley won the Quidditch team for Gryffindor and they finally discovered something new.
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