The Young Padfoot *Book One*

Mishaps and Mudbloods

Over the next week or so, we all started to get back into the swing of school after so long of being away. The only difference now was whenever we were walking down a corridor and either Colin Creevey or Gilderoy Lockhart showed up, Harry would dart behind a statue or hide around a corner. At first the rest of us would find it heavily amusing but after a week of it, it did get slightly annoying as it seemed Colin had memorised Harry's timetable.

Another thing was that after their dramatic entrance of flying a car to school, Ron's wand had snapped and been taped up with Sellotape. Obviously, that meant it wasn't gonna be at its best. Like in Charms on Friday, Ron had started an incantation when his wand went flying from his hand and struck Professor Flitwick between the eyes. That took some explaining. And despite being back for a whole week, we were yet to go and see Hagrid so we planned to go and surprise him on Saturday.

But like most of our plans, that was disrupted when we found out Wood had dragged Harry down to the Quidditch Pitch for a surprise Quidditch training. He'd left Ron a note saying where he would be so considering they had probably almost finished their training, after breakfast we took some toast down for Harry.

When we reached the pitch, we sat in the stands and waited for him. About ten minutes of waiting later, Harry and the rest of the team emerged from the changing rooms, each looking as tired the next. Harry noticed us in the stands so gave us a tired wave.

"Aren't you finished yet?" Ron called down.

"Haven't even started," Harry called back, making my eyes widen. He glanced back at Wood, who was distracted with scorning the twins for trying to prank Angelina, before he mounted his broom and flew up to us. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

"Sounds fun," Hermione muttered sarcastically before taking out a large book. She noticed us all looking at her. "It seems like we're gonna be here for a while."

"Here. This should keep you going," I said, leaning over the side of the stand and handing him some toast.

"Thanks," Harry smiled before starting to eat the toast gratefully.

"Potter!" Wood called over, looking up at us. "Get down here!"

"Wish me luck," Harry groaned before turning on his broom and landing a couple feet from the rest of the team.

While Hermione flicked through her book, Ron and I played a game of exploding snap that Ron always kept in his bag in case a lesson was boring him. Just as Ron, unfortunately, beat me, I heard a strange clicking sound. The others must have heard it as well as they followed my gaze over to the stand next to us.

Colin Creevey was sitting in the stands snapping photos of Harry and the Quidditch team.

"He really is a stalker, isn't he?" Ron commented.

"How did he know they had Quidditch? Not even Harry knew until this morning," I said, turning back around to take the cards from Ron to shuffle.

"He knows everything about Harry, that's why," Hermione said, briefly glancing up from Lockhart's book.

"Look this way, Harry!" Colin then called out, making us all look back over at him.

"Oh, God," I muttered, but I couldn't help the smile on my face at the hilarity of this whole situation. That smile quickly fell off my face when I saw several people in green robes walking onto the pitch. "Shit."

Ron followed my gaze and immediately packed the cards up. Even Hermione put away Lockhart's book so that we could all go down to try and make sure there wasn't a mass killing between the two Quidditch teams.