Neville Longbottom, the boy who lived year 2

Chapter 8

Sure enough they were at the first quidditch game of the year.

Gryffindor verses Slytherin.

Harry was looking around for hints of the snitch. The score was ninety to thirty. Slytherin was winning.

"Alright there scarhead?" Malfoy asked.

Then the bludger started to head torts him.

"Watch yourself Harry!" Wood said looking at him.

Then Harry saw it coming to him. "Wood look out!"

Then Wood was hit by it on his broom. Harry went a different way but it was following him.

Hagrid was watching him. "Blimey! Harry's got himself a ridge blogger! That's been tampered with that has!"

"I'll stop it." Ron said with his wand out.

"No! Even with a proper wand it's to risky. You could hit Harry." Hermione said.

"She's right Ron." Neville said.

While he flies around and tries to not get hit by anything.

"Training for the ballet Potter?" Malfoy said.

Then the snitch was seen so they started to speed up. While they did that they

"You'll never catch me Potter!" he said.

Harry sped up and was missed by the bludger. Malfoy kept pushing him out the way. Then he wasn't looking for a second. When he looked up again he saw part of the wood and his broom crashed into it and then was on the ground with the wind knocked out of him.

Harry kept going and had his right hand out to get the snitch. A few seconds later it was hit hard by the bludger. So he used his left hand and caught it. Then he was on his back and looked at it smiling.

"Harry Potter caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee said.

Then looked up and saw the bludger flying twords him. So he moved in different places. Then he heard Hermione say something.

"Donita incantatory!"

Then the bludger was in pieces. After that his friends, sister and his team were standing next to him.

"Thank you." he said.

"You OK?" Hermione asked.

"No. I think my, I think my arm's broken." he said.

"Not to worry Harry I can fix your arm straight away." Lockhart said.

"No. Not you he said.

"Don't know what he's saying." Hagrid rolled his eyes.

"Now this, won't hurt a bit." He took out his wand and put it on his arm. "Breakey arm. Elmendo!"

Then his arm started to get floppy.

"Ah, yes well, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, you can no longer feel any pain. And it is very clear that you arm was not broken."

"BROKEN?! There's no bones left!" Hagrid said.

Then his arm went back down. "Much more flexible though." Lockhart said.

Sure enough he was in the hospital wing. Malfoy was laying there groining while some of his friends and teammates sat there with him.

"Oh Mr. Malfoy stop making such a full you can go. Out of my way out my way! Should've been brought straight to me. Can mend bones in a heartbeat but growing them back." Made Pumfry said.

"You will be able won't you?" Hermione asked.

"Oh I'll be able to certainly. But it'll be painful. You're in for a rough night Potter." Then she handed him the cup.

He took a sip of it and spit it out. "Well what do you expect, pumpkin juice?" She raised her head telling them to leave.

Later that night while he was asleep Neville was woken up by a sound.

"Blood must get blood."

He sat up and then he saw someone.

"Hello!" Dobby said smiling.

"Dobby?"

"Neville Longbottom should have listened to Dobby. Neville Longbottom should have gone back home when he missed the train."

"It was you! You stopped the barrier from letting me through!"

"Indeed yes sir."

"You're lucky I had my godparents to take me. Or else I'd have to miss school!"

"At least you would be away from here. Neville Longbottom must go home. Dobby thought his bludger would make Neville Longbottom see."

"You're bludger? You made that bludger chase after Harry?!"

"Dobby feels most agreed sir. Dobby had to iron his hands."

"Better clear off before my blankets come out Dobby or I might strangle you!"

"Uh Ah huh Dobby is used to death threat sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home."

Neville started to stand up.

"I don't suppose you could tell me why you tried to kill me."

"Not Kill you sir, never kill you. Dobby rememberers How Neville Longbottom triumphed over He-who-must-not-be-named. We house elves were treated like vermin's sir. Of course Dobby is still treated like vermin." He started crying and whipping his face.

"Listen, listen. Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts. Neville Longbottom must go home! Now history is to repeat itself."

"Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?"

He gasped. "I shouldn't have said that!" He looked around and picked up the cup on his face. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

He pushed down the cup and took Dobby's shirt.

"Tell me Dobby, when did this happen? Who's doing it now?"

"Dobby cannot say sir. Dobby only wants Neville Longbottom to be safe."

Then Dobby snapped and disappeared. Neville looked at his hands and then shook his head and laid there thinking for a while and then fell back to sleep.