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Harry POV

Harry Potter was going to be expelled. He just knew it. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but his voice just wouldn't come out. He followed Professor McGonagall through the corridors. She wasn't even looking at him and he had to jog to keep up. He'd be packing his bag in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on there doorstep?

Up the front steps, up the marble staircase, and still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word to him. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting along miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrid's assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined it.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, but could I borrow Wood for a moment. Harry's heart raced. Was Wood a cane she was going to use on him? Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who looked sincerely confused.

"Follow me, you two," she commanded as she lead them through the corridor. Wood looked curiously at Harry.

"In here,"

Professor McGonagall pointed them into a classroom, which was empty except for Peeves, who was writing rude words on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" She barked. Peeves threw the chalk in the waste bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cussing. Professor McGonagall slammed to door behind him and turned to face the two boys.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood- I've found you a seeker,"

Wood's expression changed from puzzlement to delight.

"Are you serious, Professor?"

"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I have never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?

Hero POV

At dinner, Harry was the talk. As usual. I tried my best not to get jealous but man, that's really hard.

"Hey Canadia," i started.

"Canada," He responded simply.

"Whatever dude. Do you think Harry is in too much trouble?"

Canadia sighed. "I don't know Alfred,"

I shrug and pulled a burger out of my bomber jacket. Harry walked inbe beaming from ear to ear.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting on the train back to the muggles?ou "You are a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," Harry said cooly. Oooooh, Score 1 for Harry! Malfoy scowled.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own. Tonight, if you want. A wizards duel. Wands only- no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a Wizard's duel before?"

"of course he has," Ron said, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?" Malfoy's looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.

"Crabbe," he said, "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room. It's always unlocked," He turned and walked away.

"What is a wizards duel?" Me and Harry asked at the same time. "And what do you mean by my second?" Harry added.

"Well, a seconds there in case you die. But people only die in proper duels. All you and Malfoy will be doing is sending sparks at each other. Neither of you know enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse anyway,"

"DUDE THAT SOUNDS SO FRICKIN COOL!" I yelled loudly, laughing my heroic laugh at the end.

"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"

"Throw it away and punch him in the nose," Ron suggested.

"Excuse me,"

They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger.

"Hey Hermione!" I greeted. She just nodded in my direction.

"Can't a person eat in peace at this place?" Said Ron. Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.

"I couldn't help but to overhear what you and Malfoy were saying-"

"Bet you could," Ron interrupted.

"And you mustn't go wandering the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you get caught, and you're bound to be. It's very selfish of you,"

"It's really none of your business," said Harry.

"Goodbye," said Ron.

"Dudes"I smiled, getting their attention. "Can I be your third?" Harry looked at me confusedly. Then smiled broadly.

"I don't see why not!"