My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

chapter 5

Turns out being a rebel gets you to become the youngest seeker in a century. Harry was recruited to be the new Gryffindor seeker and I must admit how proud I am of it. Even Hermione can't help but be impressed also by him.

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Hermione and I are sitting in one of the school courtyards doing a tutoring session when we hear Harry and Ron. "Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is and you'll be great too." Hermione and I run over to them. "But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" "You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." I speak. "Come on, we'll show you." Hermione speaks. We lead the boys over to one of the Quidditch hall of fames trophies and Hermione points to a medal that says 'James Potter seeker 1973' "Woah! Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!" Ron remarks. "I... I didn't know." I put my hands on Harry's arms. "See? you're going to be an excellent player. But watch out for next year." "What? Why's that?" I smirk at him. "I plan on being better." Hermione and I go back over to the courtyard, and I hear Ron say from behind us. "i like her, but she's scary. Brilliant, but scary."

"I'm telling you, it's spooky. They know more about you then you do!" Ron says to Harry as Hermione, and I walk behind them. "Who doesn't?" All the sudden the staircases start to move, and it shocks us as we all grip onto the railing. "What's happening?" Harry asks. "The staircases change. Remember?" Hermione yells. The staircase stops and we all run up off it. "Let's go this way." "Before the staircases move again." We walk up to a door and go inside it. It's dark and spooky and there's objects that are all covered up.

"Does anybody feel like we shouldn't be here?" "We're not supposed to be here, this is the third floor it's forbidden." All the sudden a flame lights up and we hear a meow. We turn around and see its Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. "Run." I yell. We all dart across the floor and are stopped at this door and aren't able to get inside. "That's it we're done for." "Oh, move over!" I take out my wand and speak, "Alohomora." I unlock the door and we all rush inside the door and shut it.  "Alohomora?" Ron asks. "Standard Book of Spells, Chapter seven." Mione explains. Hermione looks through the lock and sees that Filch and Mrs. Norris left. "He probably thinks this door is locked." "It was locked." Hermione reminds him, "And for good reason."

We all turn to see a three-headed dog sleeping on the floor. The dog seemed to fill up the whole room being as big as it was. My heart felt like it would never stop racing. The dog starts to wake up and notices us and we all scream as the dog starts to growl and bark at us. We run back through the door and as we shut it the dog tries to poke one of its heads out but thankfully, we were able to shut the door again and lock it.

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"What do they think they're doing?! Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" Ron asks as we all enter the Gryffindor common room for the night. "You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" I wasn't looking at its feet I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe YOU didn't notice. There were three!" "It was standing on a trap door, which means it wasn't there by accident." I nod in agreement with Hermione. "It's guarding something." We both say at the same time. "Guarding something?" Harry asks. "that's right. Now if you two don't mind, we are doing to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea that gets us killed or worse expelled." Hermione grabs my wrist and we both walk up to the door dormitory. "What idiots those two are." She says as we both get ready for bed. "I mean you have to admit Hermione. It was a bit of fun. Terrifying of course, but quite fun none the less." Mione looks at me with a disapproving look, but she can't help but smile at me and we laugh and go to bed. "Yes, Arabella, I suppose you're right. They are a bit of fun. But they still are idiots." "Oh yes, one hundred percent idiots."