CRIMSON TEARS | Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone [1]

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'You're joking.'

  Harry had been made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team's Seeker. Ron and Gwen sat opposite Harry, jaws dropped and food forgotten mid way to their mouths.

  'Seeker?' Ron said, astounded.

  Gwen was equally as stunned. 'But first years never-- you must be the youngest player--'

  'In a century,' Harry finished, shovelling mash into his mouth. 'Wood told me.'

  Oliver Wood, as Eddy had told her on the train, was the Captain of the Gryffindor Team. He was Keeper too, and Harry had delighted in telling them all about Wood's excitement at his new Seeker.

  Ron and Gwen sat, gaping at Harry.

  'I start training next week,' Harry told them. 'Don't tell anyone, though. Wood wants to keep it a secret.'

  Gwen suddenly remembered her chicken pie, and, still stunned and amazed, forced herself to continue eating before it got cold.

  Fred and George Weasley entered the Hall, and rushed straight over to the three of them.

  'Well done, Harry,' George said in a low voice, grinning. 'Wood's just told us. We're on the team too. Beaters.'

  'I tell you, we're gonna win that Cup this year,' Fred said. 'We haven't won since Charlie left, but we'll get it this year for sure. You must be brilliant, Harry. Wood was basically skipping when he told us.'

  Harry grinned, matching their excitement.

  'We have to go,' George said, taking a chip from Ron's plate. Ron swatted his hand away, but George grinned again, eating the chip. 'Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the castle.'

  'Bet it's that one we found in our first week,' Fred said. 'The one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. See you later, guys.'

  They walked away, and they'd hardly been gone a second before someone extremely unwelcomed showed up. Draco Malfoy sloped towards them, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

  'Last meal, Potter?' he said, the ego in his voice a million miles away from the cowardly lump he'd been when Gwen had threatened him earlier. 'When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?'

  'Lot less scared now you've got your little friends with you,' Harry said coolly. There was, of course, nothing little about Crabbe and Goyle at all, but as the long table at the front of the Hall was lined with teachers, they couldn't do anything but crack their knuckles angrily. Gwen smirked.

  'I'd take you on my own anytime,' Malfoy retorted. 'Tonight. Midnight. Wizards' duel. Never heard of one of those before, I suppose?'

  'Of course he has,' Ron said. 'I'm his second, who's yours?'