The Family that Chooses You

Chapter 39: Rogue Bludgering

"Your breakfast of Champions, Captain!"

Oliver smiled and accepted the half sandwich from Harry.  "Hey you remembered!" he exclaimed.  The sight of Harry holding his own sandwich in his mouth like a bone always made him smile.

The Seeker nodded, admirably keeping the sandwich from falling apart and spilling everywhere.  "We won our two games last year and we ate them before both.  I didn't eat it before the third one and we lost."  He looked crestfallen, disappointed by the memory.

Oliver tousled his hair.  "Hey there were extenuating circumstances."  Truthfully there was.  The game took place barely days after Harry's encounter with the fallen Professor Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort though only a few knew that last part.

Harry shrugged and chewed voraciously.  "I mean, yes I suppose, but that doesn't negate the fact that Champion sandwiches weren't eaten before."

"Can't fault that logic I suppose," Oliver said.  "Fuel up Harry.  We need the extra energy to take it to the Slytherins today."  He leaned in and whispered softly.  "Let's make them pay for that comment."

Harry's emerald green eyes glinted dangerously.  "Going to make Malfoy eat his words!"

"That's my boy!" Oliver yelled and the pair exchanged high fives.  He watched proudly as the second year distributed sandwiches to the rest of the team and sat with his friends.

"I can't believe you started such a ridiculous tradition," Alicia complained when Oliver sat down.  "Look at what you've done."

"I see and I love it," Oliver replied smugly.  Most of the Gryffindor students were eating breakfast sandwiches like the one Oliver made a year ago: a slice of bread folded over eggs and meat.  Some added vegetables, some made theirs with fruit and jam, but almost everyone in the House copied Oliver and Harry.  "I notice you have one on your plate."

Alicia rolled her eyes.  "Only because Harry gave me one, I wasn't about to refuse."

"He didn't just give you one, he made it for you," Katie said as she ate hers.  "It was so cute.  He was taking orders and assembling them."

Angelina had polished one off and was starting a second.  "The twins said Harry's a good cook.  He cooked for them at the Burrow a few times."

"It's true," Percy said as he ate one himself.  "He's quite accomplished in the kitchen."  He frowned slightly.  "Apparently it was necessary for him when he was younger."  He looked embarrassed at their faces.  "Sorry, didn't mean to put off your appetite."

Oliver clapped his shoulder.  "It's okay Percy."  He gestured to the girls and himself.  "We all...kind of have an idea of things."

Percy smiled.  "Of course.  Harry is rather fond of all of you."  His smile faded a little.  "Has he spoken to you about what happened during Halloween?"

Katie shook her head.  "No, I mean, I saw it later and it really bothered me.  Who would do such a thing?"

By now the school had heard that someone had petrified Mrs. Norris, Argus Filch's cat, and wrote terrible graffiti on the walls with lurid red paint the color of blood.  Everyone talked about what it meant for the Chamber of Secrets to be open, and who exactly were enemies of the heir.  Not to mention who the heir was.

"Who could do such a thing," Angelina said.  "They really can't think a student can do any petrifying."

"Why would Harry talk to us about it?" Oliver asked.

"Apparently he was the first one on the scene alongside Ron and Hermione," Percy said.  "Professor McGonagall told me."

"Of course he was," Katie sighed.  "Can't he stay out of trouble?"