The Gift From Death Year 3

Chapter 15: Third year Part 11

We're skipping quite a bit. Right up until the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw." Harry explained, "Basically a few things happened: Hermione's work caught up with her: Ron and I were trying to figure out how Hermione was doing the amount of classes she was: I didn't feel I was doing well enough with the Patronus lessons... And I got the Fireblot back. Am I missing anything?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

"Not that I can think of." Ron replied. "'Mione?"

"Nope. I can't think of anything either." she told them.

"We can." George smirked.

"Wood went mental with practice..." Fred started.

"And almost wet himself when he saw the Firebolt." George finished.

"Oh yeah. Their right, Wood went mad." Harry chuckled. "And I've just remembered we made-up with Hermione." Hermione nodded.

"And just as they made-up Ron accused Crookshanks of killing Scabbers and they stopped talking to each other again." Ginny added.

"That's true. I spent ages trying to get them to talk again." Harry sighed. Ron and Hermione blushed as the others smiled or snickered.

"I had wondered about that." Minerva admitted. "I noticed they would both talk to you but not each other."

"They did that often after that point."

"We did not!" Hermione protested.

"Yes you did." Ginny smirked, "You barely fought in your 4th year, then you always bickered in your 5th, and when you got to 6th you almost never talked to each other." she pointed out.

"Then it took you another year to get together." Harry added, he was also smirking. "And when you argued it was always over something silly that we can laugh about now... Except from 6th year." he admitted.

Both Hermione and Ron were bright red.

"Does anyone else have anything to add that we're missing?" Hermione asked, effectively changing the subject.

"I had written a list of the weeks passwords because I couldn't remember them, but I lost them." Neville volunteered.

"That comes up in the next memory." Harry nodded, "If that's all lets begin."

Harry went down to breakfast the next morning with the rest of the boys in his dormitory, all of whom seemed to think the Firebolt deserved a sort of guard of honor. As Harry entered the Great Hall, heads turned in the direction of the Firebolt, and there was a good deal of excited muttering.

Harry saw, with enormous satisfaction, that the Slytherin team were all looking thunderstruck.

"Did you see his face?" said Ron gleefully, looking back at Malfoy. "He can't believe it! This is brilliant!"

They all started laughing, even Draco.

Wood, too, was basking in the reflected glory of the Firebolt.

"Put it here, Harry," he said, laying the broom in the middle of the table and carefully turning it so that its name faced upward. People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look. Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Nimbus, and Percy's Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, asked if she could actually hold the Firebolt.