A New Chaser

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"Crucio!" shouted a high cold voice. Kitty saw herself writhing and screaming on the floor of the graveyard. Pain coursed through her body. "No! Don't hurt her!" someone was shouting in the distance. She saw a snakelike pale face looking down at her, as she backed away…

Kitty awoke and sat up in her bed. There were beads of sweat on her face. She was shivering with fear. "It was a dream," she told herself firmly, and lay back. Then she sat up again, and looked at her watch. 7:00 a.m. She got up, washed and dressed and went down to the Great Hall.

She did not expect many people to be awake at this hour, especially as it was a Saturday. However, when she reached the Great Hall, she saw Harry walking up to the Gryffindor table, looking elated. 'What's up?' she asked once she reached him.

'What? No, nothing…er… just been to owl Sirius.'

'Okay,' said Kitty, and a sudden idea came into her head as she saw Cho walking in with one of her friends.

'So, you asked her out?' she asked casually.

'What! Who…who are you talking about?'

'Cho, of course.'

Harry went red. 'How do you know?' he asked.

'Guessed,' said Kitty, 'So, did you?'

Harry shook his head.

'Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Last night, when I was doing a detention with Umbridge, my scar hurt when she touched my hand. What do you make of that? Do you think Voldemort might be possessing her?'

Kitty remembered the gleam in Umbridge's eyes on the evening of her detention and said, 'You know, I think he might be. It would be a nice way to spy on Dumbledore, wouldn't it?'

Students were beginning to enter the Hall now. Ron, Hermione, Dennis, Luna and Vandyll came and sat with Harry and Kitty. The plates before them had filled themselves with toast, sausages, kippers, muffins, boiled eggs and bacon. Their goblets had filled themselves with milk, coffee and pumpkin juice.

Just then, Fred and George joined them. 'It's all set,' said Fred in a low voice, and pointing to the middle of the staff table, he said, 'You see that goblet?'

'What about it?'

'Well, that is Umbridge's goblet. She has pumpkin juice with breakfast each morning. We've dosed her juice with a generous amount of Maximum Turbo Farts Potion. Wait and see what happens this morning. Oh, there she comes,' said George, winking at them.

Pretending to be deeply involved in buttering her toast, Kitty looked at the staff table from the corner of her eyes. Ron was having a difficult time controlling his laughter. Umbridge had sat down at the table and begun on her toast. When she picked up her goblet, Kitty watched her with bated breath.

She took a swig of her pumpkin juice. At first nothing happened. For a few seconds, Umbridge continued to eat her breakfast. Then, she began turning purple.

A gigantic fart filled the Great Hall. Luna looked up over the edge of the magazine she was reading. Harry and Kitty wrinkled up their noses. Ron couldn't take it any more. He fell off his bench laughing and clutched the sides of his stomach. Up at the Staff Table, Umbridge was as red as a tomato.

A second fart filled the room. Professor Mcgonagall put down her fork and looked at Umbridge disgusted. Dumbledore was smiling. The students were roaring with laughter. Fred and George had stood up and were making rude hand gestures at Umbridge. Even Snape was smiling, with his hand over his mouth.

At the Slytherin Table, Draco Malfoy was having a hard time controlling the Slytherin first years, who were whispering and giggling. Umbridge got up and ran down the Hall, a series of farts filling the Great Hall.

'That was the best thing that has ever happened at Hogwarts,' said Harry whose eyes were watering.

Dumbledore stood up, and raised his hand. Silence filled the Great Hall as he said, 'I would like to meet Mr. Fred and George Weasley after breakfast please.'

Umbridge did not return for breakfast. She did not come to DADA class too, for two days. Vandyll, Luna and Kitty had a good time laughing and joking in her class. When Harry met Fred and George the next time, their hands were bleeding.

On Tuesday, in Potions, Kitty stayed back after class and said, 'Professor that…um…that potion you gave me, I don't think its working. I been having dreams about Him.'

'Have you been taking it regularly?' asked Snape, looking worried.

'Yes,' said Kitty.

'Well, it should've worked. Can I see your dream please? I need to know its vividness and strength, before I give you another potion,' said Snape.

Kitty looked surprised. 'How will you see it?' she asked.

Snape stepped forward and touched Kitty's forehead with his wand tip. He drew out a silvery strand and put it in a pensieve. Then he put his face into the pensieve and fell into it. Kitty's jaw dropped.

A few minutes later he came out, his face white. 'Well, the memory of your dream was quite strong,' he said.

'Take this, I suppose it should help you,' he continued handing her a tiny bottle of green potion, 'Drink one drop every night before you sleep. And come back and tell me if it's working or not.' Kitty thanked him and left.

'Hey Kitty!' said Vandyll, running up to her one morning.

'What?' she asked stopping.

'Listen, Slytherin Quidditch tryouts are taking place this evening, and I'm trying out for Chaser.'

'Wow, I'll come watch you. But frankly speaking, I don't think you will get it, Van. I mean, you're the most unpopular Slytherin, because you're friends with me and Harry,' said Kitty reasonably.

'Yeah, but if Montague wants to win the Quidditch Cup this year, he'll have to pick someone good. I heard not many people are trying out for Chaser this year, dunno why,' said Vandyll.

At five thirty, Vandyll and Kitty went down to the Quidditch pitch, Vandyll dressed in his brand new silver and green Quidditch robes. He went into the field, while Kitty went onto the stands.

Montague was only taking tryouts for Chasers and Beaters. Tryouts for the Beaters went surprisingly fast and very soon, Montague had chosen Crabbe and Goyle as the new Beaters.

To Kitty's surprise, Zabini was trying out for Chaser too. Kitty had never seen Zabini on a broom before and wondered whether he was any good. She soon got her answer when Zabini did not manage to score more than two goals out of about ten attempts.

When Vandyll's turn came, he looked up at the stands where Kitty was sitting. Kitty gave him a thumbs up and prayed that he would get it. Vandyll scored eight goals out of ten attempts, which was more than anyone else had scored.

'Okay, you get it,' said Montague gruffly, 'And Adrian, you are the other Chaser. Now, I want the whole team here for practice every Tuesday at five thirty sharp. Don't be late.'

Vandyll walked over to Kitty once the tryouts had ended, and gave her a high five. Malfoy shot a fleeting glance at Kitty and then strode towards the castle. While they were making their way back to the Castle, they saw Harry and the rest of the Quidditch team going to the Quidditch pitch.

'Vandyll's the new Slytherin seeker,' said Kitty as she passed Harry.

'That's great! Congrats Vandyll!' said Harry.

'You should know better Kitty, than to walk hand in hand with Slytherin Quidditch players. For all we know Montague might have put him up to spy on us and get to know of our tactics,' said Angelina Johnson.

'Of course, I live to steal Gryffindor Quidditch tactics don't I?' said Vandyll sarcastically.

'Angelina, Vandyll's her friend since last year,' said Harry.

'Yes, and I think friends are more important than a silly Quidditch match,' said Kitty hotly.

Saying so, she took Vandyll's arm and stalked off towards the castle. Harry sighed.

'I get that everyday,' said Vandyll quietly, once they had entered the Great Hall.

'What?'

'People keep telling me all the time that I'm a filthy blood traitor, because I associate with you guys.'

'Don't mind them, Van. They're just closed minded jerks,' she said loudly as Malfoy passed by.

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