Harry
Wood, the team, and I all walk down the pathway to the Quidditch stadium as Professor McGonagall steps in our walkway, "I'm afraid this game has been canceled, boys."
"Canceled? They can't just cancel Quidditch," Wood says, confused. We all are confused, if I'm totally honest.
"Well, in this particular situation, they can. You take your team down there," Professor McGonagall points down the hall to her left and stops me in my tracks. "Not you, Potter. There's something you and Mr. Weasley need to see."
She takes me to the Hospital wing, picking Ron up on the way. When we walk in, the first thing we see is Hermione laying on a hospital bed, petrified. Then my eyes snap to Makayla sitting on a chair with her arms crossed over her knees. What is she doing here?
"What happened?" Ron asks in disbelief. I think it's clear that he's got his priorities sorted out. I suppose I should get mine sorted as well if I'm going to jump to questioning why Makayla Malfoy is in the Hospital wing with Hermione–who is petrified–rather than questioning why Hermione is even petrified in the first place.
Makayla's eyes shift up to meet ours at the sound of Ron's voice. Her expression of worry and confusion fades away and is neutralized as she stands out of the way.
"Miss Malfoy found her in the halls," Professor McGonagall explains wearily, "She had this."
The professor grabs a handheld mirror from off the bedside table. That's odd. Why would Hemrione–
"Why would Hermione have a mirror with her?" Ron asks, abruptly interrupting my intellectual questioning.
"We're not sure. We were hoping you two would know."
Ron and I look at each other, then back to the professor. We know nothing, so we shake our heads no. What the hell is this week?
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FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
