The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

Cerberus Is A Dog Named Fluffy?

“You’ve gotta eat something, sis,” said Harry encouragingly as he nudged his sister in the ribs. “Go on.”

“Harry and Ron are right, Sera,” said Hermione kindly. “You really are going to need your strength today.”

Sera huffed and set down her fork, pushing her plate away. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not hungry!”

“Good luck today, Miss Potter,” said the voice of Professor Snape from behind Sera. His voice made her jump. She whipped around to face him. “If your brother can defeat a twenty-foot troll, then surely, you can win a simple Quidditch match. . . . even if it is against Slytherin.”

He gave the girl a tight smile before limping away. 

Limping. . . . . Of course! How could she not see it? She’s been questioning the thought all night. And now, she had an obvious answer! 

“That explains the blood,” she murmured softly. 

Everyone stared at her, confused.

“What blood?” Harry asked. 

*Listen. I’m guessing that Professor Snape let the troll in so that he could try to get past that three-headed dog. But, he got himself bitten. That's why he’s limping.”

“But why would anyone want to go near that dog?” Hermione hissed. 

“Hagrid took me to a vault and said that whatever was inside was Hogwarts business, very secret,” Harry butted in quietly. 

“So you're saying —”

“Whatever the three-headed dog is hiding, that’s what Snape wants,” Sera answered. 

They were quiet, trying to think of what to do next if Professor Snape tried to take the Stone. Suddenly, an owl screeched overhead. Everyone looked up to see her owl, Sabrina, swooping down, dropping a package in her hands as it flew back into the air again. 

“It’s a bit early for mail. Isn’t it?” said Hermione, who had her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Let’s open it!” Ron insisted. 

They quickly opened it to reveal —

“It’s a broomstick,” said Harry. 

“That’s not just any old broomstick, Sera,” said Ron who groaned. He was eyeing the broom eagerly. “That’s a Nimbus 2000!”

“But who —” Sera began, only to be cut off by another screech of an owl. they turned their heads to the teacher's table where Professor McGonagall sat, fawning over Sabrina. She realized that the four teens were looking at her. She turned and winked at Sera, who only smiled in return. 

***

Quidditch was not a total disaster, unless you count the time that Sera was almost knocked off her broom with her broom being jinxed. Harry, Ron, Dante, and Hermione told Sera their speculations after the game had finished. 

“Nonsense!” said Hagrid. They were taking a walk with him across the Hogwarts grounds the day after the ridiculous Quidditch match. “Why would Professor Snape want to curse Sera’s broom?”

“Who knows,” Sera sassed back. “Why would Professor Snape want to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween night?” 

“Who told you about Fluffy?!"  Hagrid exclaimed in shock.

“Fluffy?” said Ron in horror. 

“That thing has a name?” Hermione added, her voice laced with disgust.