A few weeks have passed, still no sign of the diary. I was stressing out over it, where'd it go? When did I loose it? How did I loose it? I hadn't slept, as I was to busy going through my stuff at night. Walking through the halls as I left the library, again. I had been looking in the restricted section, once again. It hadn't been returned. It was becoming very clear, that the diary was stolen. I'd even started using legilimency on people. Becoming more of an expert as it, not needing a wand at all as I looked through the minds of everyone I came across. As I walked, I had bumped into Marcus Flint, whom was in the middle of talking to Professor Snape about quidditch I presumed.
"Um sorry" I muttered, backing up and looking at the two of them, then left. To continue my hunt for the diary.
I ended up finding myself on the qudditch stands, looking under seats. Though I haven't been out here since last year, but I was to desperate to find the diary that. I was so lost in what I was doing, I didn't even hear my name being called, I was brought out of my hunt when I was pulled to turn around, as I did I saw the Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood, with him were, Angelina Johnson, Wood was giving me a suspicious look. While Johnson was giving me a dirty look.
"What the bloody hell do you people want?" I snapped at them.
"You can't be here" Oliver stated, simply.
What? I then looked at him again, seeing he was dressed in his quidditch uniform, so were Harry and Johnson, I rolled my eyes, "Practice away, I don't care, I'm busy, not shove off" I mumbled.
"You're a Slytherin, you were their seeker, we don't need you telling the our new tactic" Angelina barked.
I looked at her, "It's just a game, and do I look like someone that currently cares about the game? I doubt there are any real original tactics that could sprout form your heads, you most likely stole an idea somewhere" I questioned her going on, "Besides, why would I tell them anything, they're just going to loose, haven't you got the memo, Slytherin's team, has no communication skills, nor do they have teamwork skills, they're always going to loose" I then looked at Oliver, "That's pretty obvious isn't it?" I then looked at Angelina, "If you haven't noticed that, you're an utter moron."
Then a flash of green seemed to catch, not just my attention but also the the two Gryffindors. Looking down, I could see the Slytherin team walking out onto the pitch, each member holding a new black wooden broom with silver hooked foot rests at the end. I even caught sight of Draco walking out with the team, I smiled a bit, amused by how smaller he was compared to the team of apes. I then looked at his cocky smile. The team hadn't held tryouts yet, he must've paid for his way onto the team.
"Must've bought his spot" I mumbled, walking to the edge of the stands, while the two Gryffindors walked down to the pitch. While I watched the encounter unfold.
"Flint! This is out practice time! I booked the pitch for today!" Oliver Wood growled as he got in the way of Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team.
Flint only sneered, "There's enough room for all of us" He wasn't wrong, the pitch was meant for two teams.
"But I booked the pitch" Wood whined, I rolled my eyes hearing the whining.
Flint then pulled out a slip, "Ah, but I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape." He then began to read the note, "I, P{rofessor , give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the quidditch pitch, owing the need to train their new seeker."
In that moment the team that stood behind Flint parted, allowing Draco through.
"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" asked on of the Weasley twins.
Flint then snickered, "It's funny you should mention Dracos father, let us show you the generous gift, he's made to the Slytherin team"
It seemed that the the Gryffindors finally noticed the the Nimbus 2001, broom sticks. While, Ron and Hermione then ran out onto the pitch, "What's going on? What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron questioned.
"He's the new Slytherin Seeker" I yelled from the stands, Ron then looked at me, gasping, as if in shock, then he looked at the Slytherin team, examining the broom sticks.
"Good aren't they?" Flint gloated, "But perhaps the Gryffindor team, might be able to raise some gold and get some new brooms, too."
"You could raffle those clean sweep fives, I expect a museum would raffle for them" another Slytherin howled, causing laughter from the group.
"At least no one of the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent" Hermione snapped.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!" Malfoy spatted in a harsh tone.
I was torn between my friends, both of whom I considered to be my best friends, -Hermione and Draco- were currently in each others faces arguing, being cruel to each other, though Draco using such a harsh term, it was a bit much, before I could say or do anything. I saw the two Weasley twins jump to attack Draco, but they were stopped by Marcus, I then saw Ron pull out his wand pointing it at Draco.
"Eat slugs!" Ron yelled, just as I thought of the shield charm, Protego! Then the unexpected happen, Ron's wand lit up with the white light, but he ended up being hit by the spell sending him backwards as he was hit with his own spell.. Why was I worried he'd hit Draco again? That was Ronald Weasley... Then the ginger began spewing up slugs. Just the sight of it seemed to make everyone sick, I myself wanted to gag at the sight.
Making my way past the teams, and moving a little boy with a camera, I looked to Harry, picking up Rons wand, seeing it was tapped together, buffoon! "Lets get to Hagrid, he'll be able to help" I ordered, holding in the contents of my stomach, as Ron puked up another slug.
At Hagrids, Ron was puking into a bucket, as all that we could do was wait, till the puking stopped. Hopefully, it was soon, it grossed me out almost making me want to puke as well.
"Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?" Hagrid asked, curious.
I shook my head, "The dolt, his wand was broken, to curse Draco Malfoy. Should've thought before acting" I mumbled.
"Malfoy, called Hermione a" Harry started saying, "Well, I don't know exactly, what it means
Hermione then got up, walking away as she proceeded to explain the term, mudblood, "he called me a mudblood"
Hagrid gasped, displeased with Draco, "he did not."
"What's a Mudblood?" Harry questioned, he really was new to the way of the wizarding world, surly he's heard of the term already!
Hermione answered, before I had a chance, "It means, dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's muggle-born." She stated, with watery eyes, "Someone with non-magical parents. Someone like me.
She was really hurt by the term, I honestly didn't think it was a big deal, then again, I wasn't born, nor met a muggle-born wizard prior to attending Hogwarts, so how could I know, or relate? I then looked over at Harry, "It's not a term one usually hears or uses in a civilized conversation. Some families, like Malfoy family, whom think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-blooded, with both parents being wizards. Most of those families, never socialize with anyone of muggle decent, the Malfoy family is up there. My parents, my family are the same way, if not worse," I whispered the last part and went on, "The Weasley family, and a few others, or any pure-blooded wizard that associates with muggles are considered blood-traitors, and they get treated poorly for it."
"That's horrible" Harry whispered in disgust. Ron nodded in agreement, "I'm glad you're not like that Amber" He stated. I didn't respond, as I felt bad for not understanding how much the word could hurt. Hermione was as good of a wizards as most pure-bloods. To be reminded that she's not one, it must sting.
"It's disgusting" Ron muttered puking up another slug.
"And it's codswallop to boot. Dirty blood" Hagrid says, "why there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less. More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do." he stated cheering her up.
I smiled nodding, in agreement, "You're a bright witch, Hermione, much wiser then Draco himself" I stated, adding on, "Not many people I can sit with and talk about the stupidness of the anteoculatia hex, I mean hair into antlers, what kind of use is that in a duel?"
Hermione giggled lightly, Hagrid reach out his hand, taking her hand and patting it lightly, "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute" He then looked in my direction, then back at her, "After all, it must be something, having a Ravenclaw attest that you're a very bright wizard"