Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

Quidditch

~Corridor~

Y/n, Harry, Hermione, and Ron thread their way through the teeming corridor. Up ahead, Malfoy walks with Crabbe and Goyle; Pansy clinging to his arm. Ron: "D'you think it's true? D'you think there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione: "Yes. Couldn't you tell: McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are." Harry: "But if there is a Chamber of Secrets, and it's been opened, that means..." Hermione: "The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?" Ron: (in mock puzzlement) "Let's think. Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum." Y/n: "Pansy. Though it's improbably since it's heir, not an heiress." Harry: "Good point. " Hermione: (eyeing Malfoy ahead) "If you're talking about him --" Ron: "Of course! You heard Pansy: 'You'll be next, Mudbloods'! Draco is constantly near her." Hermione: "I heard him. But Malfoy? The Heir of Slytherin?" Harry: "Maybe Ron's right, Hermione. I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries." Y/n: "So has most. My mother and her brother would have been Slytherins." Ron: "Crabbe and Goyle must know. Maybe we could trick them into telling..." Hermione: "No. Even they aren't that thick. But there might be another way. Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules. And it would be dangerous. Very dangerous." Y/n: "When has that ever stopped us?" Ron: "When do we start?

~Library~

In a dark nook, Harry, Ron, and Hermione huddle around a book entitled Moste Potente Potions. The spotted pages are littered with disturbing illustrations. Hermione: "Here it is: 'The Polyjuice Potion. Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another...'" Ron: "You mean, Harry and I drink some of this stuff and we turn into Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione: "Yes." Ron: "Wicked! Malfoy'll tell us anything!" Hermione: "Exactly. But it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed. And, of course, we'll need a bit of whoever we want to change into too." Ron: "Hang on now. I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it." Harry: "How long will it take to make?" Hermione: "A month." Harry: "A month? But if Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin... he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then." Hermione: "You didn't have to tell me that."

~Quidditch Stadium - DAY 65~

We join the Quidditch match in mid-game. The crowd roars, watching as Slytherin Chasers, bent low over their new brooms, jet past the overmatched Gryffindors. Hagrid: "Gallopin' Gorgons! Slytherin's flyin' like they got dragon fire in their brooms..." Ron fumes, looking as though he takes Slytherin's dominance personally. Taking Hagrid's giant binoculars, he trains them on the faculty box-- where Lucius sits next to Severus. Y/n jets by Lucius and Severus. Y/n had a quaffle in her hand. Y/n: "Fifteen galleons says I make it." Lucius: "10 says it falls short." Severus: "5 says it's blocked. Y/n throws the quaffle and it makes it. Announcer: "10 points to Gryffindor!" Y/n: "I'll be back to collect my 15 galleons." Y/n rockets off. Harry circles high above the pitch, searching for the Golden Snitch. Suddenly, Malfoy streaks by overhead. Draco: "All right there, Scarhead?" Harry turns, eyes Malfoy malevolently. Behind him, a bludger drops into view and begins to streak toward his head. George: "Harry! WATCH OUT!" Harry wheels and at the last possible moment, slips the whistling Bludger. Crack! George swoops down and bats it away. Harry turns, watches it soar away, then blinks: the Bludger turns, and streaks right back at him. Harry jets off. Hagrid: (from the stands) "Blimey, Harry's got 'imself a Rogue Bludger!" Ron: "Rogue Bludger?" Hagrid: "Look fer yerself! It's bin' tampered with!" Harry executes a series of zigs, zags, loops, and rolls, trying to shake the Bludger, but the Bludger is relentless. Ron instinctively draws his wand and begins to point it toward Harry and the Bludger, when... Hermione's hand intercedes. She glances knowingly at his fractured wand. Hermione: "You're joking, right? Besides, even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry." As Harry frantically dips and dives, Malfoy cruises by. Draco: "Training for the ballet, Potter?" Harry glances at Malfoy's sneering face. Buzzing inches above Malfoy's left ear is... the golden snitch. Harry charges. Malfoy gulps and swings clear, and watches Harry rocket past. As Harry chases the plummeting Snitch, Malfoy follows in hot pursuit. They race downward, trailing the hissing snitch deep into the trench circling the pitch. Shoulder to shoulder, they race madly, driving and dodging the wooden support beams that crisscross their path. Directly behind them, the Bludger follows, shattering the beams, as it dogs Harry. Malfoy kicks Harry, forcing him to the edge of the trench. Harry brushes the wall, battling for control. Malfoy turns, snickers then look back... and finds himself heading smack into a wooden beam. Panicked, he tries to pull up. Too late. Broom meets beam and Malfoy spirals out of the trench and -- THWUMP! -- flat on his back in the middle of the pitch. Harry continues on, closing on the Snitch, fingertips only inches from catching it... when... the Rogue Bludger smashes into Harry's arm. Harry cries out, steadies himself, and with a brilliant, acrobatic move, snatches the Snitch out of the air with his good hand. Unable to control his broom with his shattered arm, he hits the pitch with a sickening thud. Wincing, Harry rolls onto his shoulders and squints up: a black dot-- growing rapidly larger-- is plummeting from the sky, directly toward him. It's... the rogue Bludger. Instantly, Harry spins away, grimacing in agony, as the Bludger... hits the ground like a sledgehammer, violently tattooing the pitch, again and again, only inches from Harry. Calmly, Hermione strides forth pointing her wand. Hermione: "Finite Incantatem!" The Bludger hangs briefly in the air. Slowly ceases spinning. Drops heavily to the pitch. Harry exhales, relieved, only to recall the searing pain in his arm. As concerned faces swim above him, one particular face pushes through the others. Lockhart: "Not to worry, Harry. I'll fix that arm of yours straight away." Harry: "No... no... not you." Lockhart: "Poor boy doesn't know what he's saying. This won't hurt a bit..." Lockhart twirls his wand, Harry braces himself, and... nothing. He blinks and looks up: the faces -- which now include Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid -- look horror-stricken. Lockhart: "Ah. Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. The point is, the bones are no longer broken." Hagrid: "Brok'n? He doesn't 'ave any bones at all!" Harry looks: his arm looks like an empty rubber glove. Y/n winces but holds out both her hands. Y/n: "I'm waiting for my money. I charge interest." Lucius hands her 10 galleons and Snape hands her 5 galleons.