Finding Something Interesting

Chapter nine

Right, so I'm back from camp and had a great time. I wanted to get this out before the weekend since I am going to be in Washington D.C. for Quiz Bowl. However, I have about five pages done for the next chapter of The Final Chapter. I think you all are going to like it. P.S. what's with the new look? It's kind of weird and annoying.

"This is pointless. Why do we need to know how to fly a piece of wood?" Hermione asked as we stood in two lines for our flying lesson.

"Come on, Mione, it'll be fun," I answered. "Didn't you ever want to be like a bird and fly?"

"No, I didn't," she sighed. " There's a reason why we are meant to be stuck on the ground. Do we even need to take this class? I could be in the library studying for the quiz that Professor Snape hinted at yesterday."

"Why would you want to be in the library on a beautiful day like this?" I asked her. "We actually get a class outside. I think this is going to be fun."

"Only because you are the athletic type," she went on. "I, on the other hand, am not."

"Come on, Hermione live a little," I said. "This is going to be fun."

"For you maybe," she murmured.

Hermione and I stood in line with the others as Madame Hooch, the flying instructor, began the lesson. Everyone had the school brooms lying at our feet. What if we went in the air today? That would be so cool!

"Welcome to your first flying lesson, first years," Madame Hooch's golden eyes scanned over us. "Well, what are you all waiting for? I want you to step up to your brooms, place your right hand over it and say up."

"Seems legit," I stated. "Up!" Low and behold the broom shot up into my outstretched hand. Ha! Check that out it worked. Looking at the other kids, I could see that most were having trouble. They should try saying it with feeling, be assertive!

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked in awe.

"I don't know," I said. "All I said was up, and it came up."

"I told you I wouldn't be good at this," she whined. "Can I leave now?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened to the Hermione who wants to be the best in our year?" I asked. "Where did that Hermione go?"

"Well, there was nothing about flying a broom in the letter we received during the summer," she said, the wood finally came up into her palm. "There, after about twenty tries."

"But you got it," I said. "At least you didn't get decked in the face like some other person I know." I motioned over to Ron, who was nursing his red nose.

"Everyone have a hold of their brooms?" Madame Hooch asked. "Wonderful, now I want you all to mount them. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off of the ground hard, hover for a moment and then touch back to the ground. Three, two, one," and the whistle sounded.

Right on queue, Neville's broom started to hover above the ground, but not in a good way. He had absolutely no control of the broomstick.

"Get me down!" He shouted before the stick went haywire and darted into the air above our heads.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch yelled at him, but there was no way that her voice could be heard by the poor boy flying higher and higher. I couldn't even see him any more.

"Where did he go? I lost him." I asked Hermione.

"I can't see him, wait, there he is. Caught on the statue up there," she pointed. "Just as long as he doesn't fall and break something."

"Don't hold your breath, here he comes," I jumped out of the path of the falling boys body.

"Get out of the way," Madame Hooch came through the massive group huddle. "Oh dear, a broken wrist. Come with me, we'll have that fixed up in a jiffy. As for you all, everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground. If I see any broomsticks in the air, the one riding on it will see themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch." She and Neville left.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy asked tossing Neville's Remembrall into the air. "I bet, if the fat lump would have given this a squeeze, he wouldn't have fallen on his fat ass."

"Shut up, Malfoy," I sneered. "Give us the Remembrall back."

"Now why would I want to do that?" he asked.

"Uh, because it's not yours," Ron answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.

"I don't think so," Malfoy got onto his broom, not taking Hooch's warning to heart and flew up into the sky. "How about you take it from me?"

"Why you little," I was about to give the little brat a piece of my mind, but Hermione and Harry beat me to it.

"Haylee, it's not worth it," she said. "There's no reason why you should do anything that stupid and get kicked out of Hogwarts for it."

"But he's being such an a… Harry what are you doing?" I hollered up to him.

"What do you think? I'm getting Neville's Remembrall back," he shot up into the sky.

"He is such an idiot," Hermione and I stated at the same time.

"Going to get expelled now," I added. "Did he just throw it?"

"Yup, now Harry has to go find it."

"Harry won't get there in time, there's no way," I sighed. "It was fun dear brother, but have fun back with the Dursley's. I'll miss you."

"Don't get your hopes up just yet," Hermione announced. "I think he's coming back."

"What?" I spun around.

"Right there," she pointed. "He's got the Remembrall!"

Sure enough, Harry was coming back towards us with great speed, showing off the orb in his hands. The group erupted into cheers and sprinted over to him. What the heck, seriously, leave him alone.

"They treat him like he's a superhero, or something," I blurted. "He's only eleven. I think I liked it better when we were at home. This isn't as fun as I though it was going to be."

"Jealous?" she asked.

"What? No," I declared. "Why would I be jealous of my brother?"

"Because he's getting more attention than you?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"That's absurd," I scoffed. "I'm not jealous of my twin, but he's going to be in for it now. McGonagall's on her way over. Oh snap."

"Harry Potter!" this was going to be good. "Come with me please."

"He's in for it now," I snickered. "But something tells me that he's not going to get into trouble."

"Why do you think that?" Hermione wondered.

"Just trust me on this," I told her. "Let's head to the Great Hall, I'm starving."

"I like that idea," Ron joined in. "I could go for..."

"You could go for everything, Ron," we headed up to the castle.

"Quidditch team? Really?" I asked Harry when our classes were finally done for the day. "That's awesome!"

"First years never make the house teams," Ron said. "You must be the youngest Seeker in-"

"-a century, according to McGonagall," Harry finished for him. "But what if I make a fool of myself at the first game?"

"You won't," I said doing my homework.

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"It's in our blood. Hermione and I went walking around the castle and stumbled across something rather interesting. Our dad was a Seeker when he was at school here."

"Really? Can we go see it?" Harry got to his feet, his eyes glistening in anticipation.

"Sure, I guess. Do you remember where it was?" I turned to Hermione.

"I think so," she answered. "Are you coming, Ron?"

"I suppose, it's boring here."

"Alright, follow us," Hermione and I lead the way.

"That has to be the coolest thing I have ever seen," Harry said staring at the gold pin in the case. "So I guess it makes sense why I'm good on a broom."

"Um, I'm good too, if you didn't notice," I said. "I got my broom before you did."

"Oh, I didn't notice," he ignored me. "I have a good feeling about the match now."

"Of course you do," I rolled my eyes. "Can we go back now? I'm getting kind of sleepy."

"Sure, it is getting late and if we get caught outside after hours we can get into major trouble," Hermione said.

"What's with you two and getting into trouble?" Ron asked.

"Anyway," Harry cut in. "Haylee, why do you care if you get caught?"

"Because I don't want to be sent back home with them," I hinted. "And I'm tired. You know how I am when I'm tired."

"She does have a point. Where are the stairs?" Harry asked.

"Just down that hallway," Hermione pointed.

So, we went to the stairs expecting to just walk up them and head towards the Gryffindor Common Room and go straight to bed, but no, the stairs started to swerve and change.

"What's happening?" Ron freaked out.

"The staircases like to change, remember!" Hermione said.

"Why now? Why us?" I groaned. "I want to go to bed!"

"Hush," Harry told me. "We'll just find a new way to get to the common room. Let us go this way."

Harry led the way. He opened the old, wooden door and we went inside. It was really dark and creepy in there. Let me tell you. Cobwebs hung from the ripped curtains and dusty statues all along the hallway. It looked like it came right out from a horror movie or something.

"Does anyone else feel like we shouldn't be here?" Ron asked aloud.

"We shouldn't be here," I said.

"It's the third floor," Hermione added. "It's forbidden." Fire rose from one of the stone structures and a low meow bounced across the walls.

"It's Filtch's cat," Hermione announced

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. "That way."

"The door's locked!" Ron hollered. "What are we going to do?"

"Move over!" Hermione pushed him aside. "Alohomora!"

"Alohomora?" Harry looked confused.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven," she stated. "Now get inside before we get discovered by Filtch!"

"Don't need to tell me twice," I pushed the three of them into the room. "Glad to get out of there."

"Guys, there was a good reason why this door was locked," Harry stood frozen in his spot.

"What are you talking about?" I looked at what he was. "Oh crap."

Right there, on the floor, was a three, yes, three headed dog. It was huge! The head in the middle let out a loud yawn and all six eyes fluttered open. This was not good. Not good at all! At the same moment we all screamed bloody murder and ran the heck out of there, and I did not look back once until we reached the common room.

"What do the professors think they are doing?" Ron exclaimed rather loudly when we got back. "Keeping a thing like that in the castle."

"You didn't see it did you?" Hermione asked.

"See what?" I breathed.

"The dog was standing on a trap door. It was guarding something," she said.

"You were expecting me to look at its feet?" I asked her. "I was more focused on the three heads with those really sharp teeth that looked like they could rip us to shreds at any second."

"You think they are keeping something down there?" Harry asked.

"I do," Hermione nodded. "Now, if you don't mind I'm heading off to bed before you get another idea to get us in trouble."

"Right behind you on that one," I followed her. What a day.

alicia- Happy to hear it. I think you will like where I go next. But, it's pretty much the same as the others only more detail.

xXMizz Alec VolturiXx- Thanks!