Miss Primrose Potter (HP FANFIC/HP SIS)

The Best Gift Ever!

"So, the dog is guarding something and you think it is that small, mystery parcel that Hagrid collected?" I summed everything that Harry had told.

"Yes!" Harry said.

"Hmmm..." I replied. "The dog is known as a Cerberus by the way. I thought you should know."

"It's either really valuable or dangerous." Ron said.

"Or both." Harry replied.

"Oh Harry, look! Malfoy's seems so shocked seeing you here!" I chirped with a grin.

Soon, the owls flooded in with the mail but, everyone's attention was stolen by two large, thin parcels each being carried by six owls. I looked curiously, surprise filling my heart as I saw that the packages dropped right in front of Harry and me. Thankfully, we opened the letter first.

 DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE. 

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your first training session. 

Professor M. McGonagall

I grinned ear to ear, sneaking a glance at Professor McGonagall who was already looking at us. Harry, Ron and I left the Great Hall quickly, in haste. But, halfway across the Entrance Hall the way was barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it. 

"That's a broomstick, " he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be for it this time, Potters, first-years aren't allowed them." 

Ron couldn't resist himself. "It's not any old broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" He then grinned, turning towards us, "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig." Malfoy snapped.  Before I could reply, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?'" He squeaked. 

"Potters' been sent a broomstick, Professor!" said Malfoy quickly. 

"Yes, yes, that's right. Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potters. And what model is it?" He asked.

I smiled, "A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir."

"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that we've got it." Harry added.

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I could not control my excitement and I doubted Harry could either. My mind kept wandering to the broomstick, my broomstick waiting to be unwrapped. At last, finally as the day came to an end, Harry, Ron and I ran to our dormitory and unwrapped the broomstick. And, Merlin, was it gorgeous. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top. I held the handle in my hand smiling down at the broomstick.

As seven neared, Harry and I made our way to the pitch. 

"When's Wood coming?" I groaned. I really wanted to fly and, less than a minute later, we were both in the air, the Nimbus turned wherever I wanted at my lightest touch. 

"Hey, Potters, come down!" Oliver Wood had arrived and he was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. We landed next to him.

"Very nice. I see what McGonagall meant ... you both really are naturals. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week." He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.