The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone [Draco Malfoy x OC]

CHAPTER 11

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The Potters walked with McGonagall inside the castle.

'What if we head to Dumbledore's office? Are we gonna get expelled?!' Elysia panicked.

Harry still had his broom and Neville's Remembrall while Elysia only had her broom with her.

McGonagall stopped in front of a class; Defends Again the Dark Art class. She opened the door and poked her head inside.

"Excuse me, professor." She announced her arrival.

"Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment?"

'Wood? As in... A cans wood? Is she going to use that on us?' Elysia looked at Harry nervously.

"...and Flint."

'Maybe not.'

"Ye- yeah, of co- course," Professor Quirell stuttered.

Two boys came out from the class, glaring at each other.

"Potters, this is Oliver Wood; Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Marcus Flint; Slytherin Quidditch Captain," The twins gave them an awkward smile. "Boys, this is Harry and Elysia Potter"

"Wood," Professor McGonagall called him excitedly, "I have found you a seeker!"

"Are you serious, Professor?" Wood asked, smiling.

"Wait, professor!" Flint spoke. Stepping in front of Oliver. "Are you seriously making first-year a seeker?"

"Absolutely." Professor McGonagall said crisply. "He's a natural. I've never seen anything like it." She proudly said. "Was that your first time on a broomstick, Mr Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"He catches this ball before it hit my window," McGonagall added

Wood looked at Harry as if all his dreams had come true at once. "Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?"

"No," Harry answered simply.

"He's just the built for a seeker, too." Wood said as he walked around Harry, scanning him up and down. "Light- speedy! We'll have to get him a decent broom, professor. Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."

"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can bend the first-year," She said.

Then, Flint walked towards Elysia, noticing her silver and green tie. "Why are you here?" He whispered

"I have no idea." She whispered back.

"Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year," Professor McGonagall continued. "Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks." She admitted and then turned to the Slytherin, "Oh, yes. Mr Flint! I think have found you a beater."

"What?" Flint and Elysia exclaimed.

'What's that?' Elysia gulped.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall, but, she is a first-year," He shook his head. "There's no way she can be in the team! It's beater position we're talking about. Tough position."

"I am well informed with that, Mr Flint, but, I suggest you give her a chance," Professor McGonagall said, "Very fast, agile and strong, I'd say."

Flint looked at me from head to toe. "I'll see."

Professor McGonagall gave them an approving nod.

"Meet me this Saturday, Potter," Flint and Wood said simultaneously. They glared at each other.

"Okay," Harry and Elysia replied with a nod.

"Good luck, Potters," Professor McGonagall wished.

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