The American Enigma

A Welcomed Surprise

I'm just going to apologize, cause these next three chapters are going to be light-hearted, before we get to see the absolute shift. And due to that shift, I'm warning you now: book 3 is not gonna be fun.

Happy Slytherin Pride Day to all of my Slytherin readers!!!!

We were released from the hospital wing the following morning, with the two of us having different reactions. Harry was appalled at Colin being petrified, as well as the film in his camera being melted. I was extremely worried.

Worried that Hermione would be targeted and petrified. Or killed.

Jesus. Even thinking about it gives me the chills.

"Remind me again why we're brewing the potion here?" Ron asked, glancing around at the vacant girls bathroom.

"Because nobody comes in here." Hermione stated. I wasn't too concerned about it, since she already explained that Moaning Myrtle haunted this bathroom. Which meant that we'd be the only people using it.

Once we got it started, we left and quickly made a plan in case of emergency. This way we could at least try and explain things if one of the teachers found out about our activities.

I also made a point to stop by McGonagall's office every once in a while. She was helping me work through the actions of Quirrell. Or Voldemort.

It was tough to dissect which head did it.

"You know, I do think you'll be able to try out for one of the Under 18 teams." She said, smiling at me.

"I've heard about those teams. Is there anything you can really tell me about them?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, you know about the National teams, correct?" At my nod, she continued. "Well, the Under teams have their own tournaments. One of which is before the Quidditch World Cup. Of course, you'll not have to worry about any other tournament save for the one you're signed up for. Which, I believe there's tryouts for the 94 World Cup the last week of November."

"How would one go about signing up for these tryouts?"

"I'm assuming you're aiming for the United States, correct?" Once again, my nod had her continue. "Then I'll have to contact one of their scouts. If they like your flying during their individual workouts, you'll be given more information." I left the room, running into Professor Dumbledore, who gave me a wane smile.

"Mr. Stafford, just the student I was looking for!"

"I didn't do it!" He laughed, motioning for me to follow him. I did, stopping just outside a rather large room that was partially obscured by a tapestry.

"Awstin Constantine has agreed to tutor you. He's waiting for you inside. I do believe you'll like his teaching methods."

"There you are, boyo." He gave me a tired smile.

"Yes sir." He chortled, brushing off the 'sir' and getting down to teaching.

Harry POV

Lockhart's classes were crawling by anymore, as he essentially did nothing but reenact scenes from his books. I heard Ginny say something about how Lockhart seemed to be too good to be true, which made me feel weird inside.

Y/N has it worse, however, as Hermione is still fawning over the git. They've had a couple of rows, but it's clear that they'll be snogging by year five. No way does Y/N get this upset unless he's got a crush on her.

"Ugh. Why must we do this?" Ron groaned, holding up his essay on one of Lockhart's books.

"Because the Professor wants it." Hermione chirped, smiling as she finished her third roll. She was worried about Y/N, but never allowed it to distract her from accomplishing her homework. Yet all the happiness in her face disappeared as Y/N walked into the room, with burn paste covering the right side of his neck.