𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 || Harry J. Potter [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 12 ✎

"He's a werewolf."
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Third Person POV

Harry knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didn't stop him from being angry with her.

He had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of her interference, he didn't know whether he would ever see it again.

He was positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolt now, but what sort of state would it be in once it had been subjected to all sorts of anti-jinx tests?

Jilly had taken Hermione's side. She agreed that it was suspicious about Harry receiving the broom. If that broom is jinxed then Harry could die while on it, and she didn't want that.

Ron, on the other hand, was furious with Hermione. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand-new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage.

Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harry and Ron supposed she had taken refuge in the library and didn't try to persuade her to come back.

Jilly spent most of her time with Hermione and sometimes went to sit with her boys, but rarely. They were being arses.

They were slightly mad at her for taking Hermione's side but since she wasn't the one who told McGonagall, they weren't that mad.

All in all, they were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again. Wood sought Harry out on the night before term started, who was sitting with Jilly and Ron.

"Had a good Christmas?" He smiled, and then without waiting for an answer, sat down, lowered his voice, and said, "I've been, doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After the last match, you know. If the Dementors come to the next one, I mean..we can't afford you to- well-"

Wood broke off, looking awkward.

"I'm working on it," Harry filled in quickly. "Professor Lupin said he'd train me to ward off the Dementors. We should be starting this week. Jilly's helping as well. He said he'd have time after Christmas."

"Ah," said Wood, his expression clearing. "Well, in that case - I really didn't want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. Have you ordered a new broom yet?"

"No." Harry's mood dipped slightly at the thought of brooms.

"You can use mine you know, I'll use a different one or just ask for a new one-"

"No, I won't take your broom, Liana." Harry said exasperatedly for the hundredth time.

"You'd better get a move on, you know- you can't ride that Shooting Star against Ravenclaw!" Wood joked.

"He got a Firebolt for Christmas." Ron stated bluntly.

"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A- a real Firebolt?" Wood almost fell off his chair in shock.

"Don't get excited, Oliver," Harry gloomily played with the hem of his shirt. "I haven't got it anymore. It was confiscated." Harry explained all about how the Firebolt was now being checked for jinxes.

"Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?"

"Sirius Black," Harry said wearily. "He's supposed to be after Jilly and I, so McGonagall reckons he might have sent it."

Unsurprisingly waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his players, Wood said, "But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick? Why didn't he give one to Jilly?"