Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

Three-Headed Sentinel & Facts and Feathers

The four are walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase tower. A railing pulls in, and Hermione looks but continues walking. Ron: "I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." Harry: "Who doesn't?" The staircase shudders and begins to move. The three grab the railings. Ron: "Ahh!" Hermione gasps. Harry: "What's happening?" Hermione: "The staircases change, remember?" The staircase stops, leading to a corridor. Harry: [taps Ron] "Let's go this way." Ron: "Before the staircase moves again." They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark, and deserted corridor. Harry: "Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?" Hermione: "We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden." Suddenly, a flame lights on tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, comes running in and meows. The group jumps. Harry: "Let's go." Mrs. Norris meows. Y/n: "Hey." Y/n puts Sunshine in front of Mrs. Norris. The two cats instantly click and wander off together. Ron: "It's Filch's cat!" Harry: "Run!" The quartet runs through the corridor, and flames are lit up on the stone supports, one by one, as they run past. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry: "Quick! Let's hide though that door!" Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked. Harry: "It's locked!" Ron: "That's it, we're done for!" Hermione: "Oh, move over!" She pushes through and pulls out her wand, aiming it at the lock. Y/n stands next to her. Hermione: "Alohomora." The door's lock lifts up magically and it opens. Y/n: "Get in." They bustle in. Ron: "Alohomora?" Hermione: "Standard book of spells, Chapter 7." Filch arrives at the start of the corridor with light. Mrs. Norris looks at him. Sunshine sits next to the door. Filch: "Anyone here, my sweet? [Mrs. Norris meows] Come on." They leave the corridor. Hermione: "Filch is gone." Ron: "Probably thinks this door's locked." Hermione: "It was locked." Y/n creates a forcefield. Harry: "And for good reason." Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. There is a massively huge three-headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders. Y/n: "Aww. Adorable. It can't touch us." The dog hits the forcefield. Hermione: "Nice." All: "AHHHHHHH!" The three-bolt, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run. They return to the Gryffindor Common Room. They are breathless. Ron: "What do they think they're doing?? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school." Y/n: "It was a nice exercise." Hermione: "You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" Ron: "I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" They begin to climb the stairs to the dorms. Hermione: "It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something." Harry: "Guarding something?" Y/n: "Philosphers Stone I believe. It's hard to get any info from the teachers but I managed to find some in Quirrells mind. He was obsessing over it. It's very powerful." Hermione: "That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed... or worse, expelled!" She turns and leaves, shutting the door to her dormitory. Ron: "She needs to sort out her priorities!" Harry nods in agreement. Y/n: "She just wants to prove that she belongs. Hermione! Wanna stay in my dorm?!" Hermione: "Sure!"

~Outside in the courtyard, daytime~ 

Oliver, Y/n, and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down. Oliver: "Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers-one of which is you, Y/n-2 beaters, 1 keeper, and a seeker. That's you, Harry. There are three kinds of balls. [picks up a red one] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops." He points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Y/n grabs it and manages to throw it through a hoop from where they were standing in the middle of the court. Wood: "Good throw. The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. [throws the ball to Harry.] With me so far?" Harry: [throws back] "I think so. What are those?" Harry points to two squirming chained-down balls. Oliver: "You better take this." He hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it. Careful now, it's comin' back." The ball comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it. Oliver: "Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater..." Harry hands Y/n the bat who smashes it as hard as she could sending it into a classroom window. They heard a smashing sound and screams. The three of the wince. McGonagall storms out with the buldger angry. Y/n hands the bat back to Wood. Oliver: "Yeah. Stick with being a chaser. Would be a good beater..." McGonagall: "What is the meaning of this?!" Y/n: "I hit the bludger too hard with the bat." McGonagall: "Why-" Oliver: "Y/n; throw this Quaffle through the hoops again." McGonagall raises an eyebrow. Y/n throws the quaffle through the hoop. Oliver: "Uh-oh." The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath. McGonagall: "I've only seen one person...My office!" Y/n: "Bye boys!" Harry: "What is that? Oliver: "Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch." He hands Harry a walnut-sized golden ball. Harry: "I like this ball." Oliver: "Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see." Harry: "What do I do with it?" Oliver: "You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win." The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it. Harry: "Whoa."

~McGonagall's Office~

McGonagall: "You've never played Quidditch before?" Y/n: "Nope." McGonagall: "Then how?" Y/n: "My grandmother; Natalya Maximoff. Proessonal chaser and Auror. Y/n Natalya Maximoff at your service. I was adopted by the Potters at the age of 6 months. It's just in my blood." McGonagall: "No.." Y/n: "My mother is Wanda Maximoff." McGonagall: "How?" Y/n: "You can call her here. Have a DNA Test done. Whatever you need, or look into the adoption records. I'm from Sunrise Orphanage." McGonagall: "I will. I'll call Ms. Maximoff and the orphanage! Get to class."

~In Professor Flitwick's class~

Flitwick is very short and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class. Flitwick: "One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? [Hermione raises hers.] Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone." Y/n bored made hers do a backflip without her wand. Flitwick: "Wandless magic..." Y/n: "Levitation is a natural instinct for me. I prefer to add a bit of flair." Y/n adds a blue light around the feather. Flitwick: "Can you levitate anything bigger?" Y/n shatters a window before using levitation to throw Draco out of the window, then catches him and puts him back in his seat. Y/n: "I think I can lift a building." Flitwick: "Try." Y/n creates a small apartment building and then lifts it into the air before putting it back down. The class looks into the building finding it to have perfect rooms to live in. Flitwick: "A hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor for creating something for absolutely nothing." Y/n smiles happily. All (including Flitwick): "The swish and flick." Flitwick: "Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then." The class begins to enunciate and do the movements on their feathers. Draco: "Wingardium Levio-saaa." Ron: "Wingardrium Leviosar!" He waves his wand really fast numerous times. Hermione stops him. Hermione: "Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar." Ron: "You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on." Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand. Hermione: "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather glows and lifts up. Flitwick: "Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!" Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus begins swishing at his feather. Seamus: "Wingard Levosa." Flitwick: "Well done, dear." An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion. Flitwick: "Whooaaa! Ooh." We see that Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes. Harry: "I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor." Neville, Harry, Ron, and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around. Ron: [mimicking Hermione] "It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar. [normal voice] She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!" Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears. Harry: "I think she heard you." Hermione disappears into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words. Y/n smacks Ron hard across the face.