𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Hermione Granger

05; Three headed dog

05; three headed dog
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After flying class, a rumour had spread that Harry Potter had became Gryffindor's youngest seeker. Of course, Reyna saw this glittering gold opportunity as something which she could sink her teeth into. An undeniable urge to kill the godforsaken boy with round glasses grew within her with each passing day, and the harder she tried to fight it, the more it bit back. Seriously though, if she finished him off with a dagger, would it bounce back just like the killing curse had bounced back 10 years ago with her dark Lord?

"You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Reyna heard the voice of the ginger baboon which seemed to hate her.

"A century." Finished Harry, and Reyna could hear the smile in his voice. She rolled her eyes. Soon he wouldn't be smiling. "My dad will be so proud, not even he managed to achieve this."

"Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!" Said two new voices.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Said Ron.

"Our job is the honour to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch."

"Brutal." Nodded one of the boys. They both had ginger hair, just as vibrant as Ron's. Reyna rounded the corner and walked over to Harry just as they left.

"Congratulations." She said, smiling. "Hope you don't get too bloodied up at the first game......" she forced a shudder. "I hate blood."

Keep lying.

"I'm going up to the trophy room, wanna come with?" Harry asked her and Ron.

At that moment, Hermione rounded the corner and made her way up to them. "I heard that the trophy room has the names of all the greatest wizards and witches who attended Hogwarts in all of history! I'm coming too."

"Perfect." Reyna heard Ron mutter under his breath.

The group of four made their way to the trophy room, where Hermione had immediately split off from them to go to the academic section. Harry, Ron and Reyna went over to the Quidditch area.

"My dad was a seeker. And a bloody brilliant one at that."

"That's......... amazing." Said Reyna. The boys took her hesitation as admiration and didn't think much of it; Hermione who had walked over, however, noticed. She raised an eyebrow at Reyna, who kept her gaze on the trophy.

JAMES POTTER

If Reyna were to squint hard enough, she could imagine it said Harry Potter and instead of being a silver placate, it was a headstone.

"It's getting late." Said Hermione. "We should go before curfew.

They made their way out of the trophy room and onto the moving staircases. The staircase jolted, and it took Reyna a split second to grab Hermione's collar to stop her from falling off.

"What's happening?" Gasped Harry, grabbing onto the railing.

Hermione swallowed harshly. "The staircases change, remember?"

After what felt like a century, the staircase stopped and connected to a corridor. Almost immediately, Ron stumbled onto the floor, panting heavily as he murmured something about cursed stairs to himself. Reyna rolled her eyes and stepped off normally, just a second before the stairs started to move again.