"You're joking," said Ron.
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron and Y/n what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never -- you must be the youngest house player in about--"
"A century," Harry said cutting him off. "Wood told me."
Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry. Y/n was too busy reading about Phoenixes to pay attention. Not that he really cared. Until he heard a familiar voice. It was Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy, or I'll send you flying to the floor with another punch," Said Y/n, who finally put the book down.
"How about you shut up, Riddle! Or I'll tell Professor Snape what you did to Pansy," Malfoy said.
"Do I look like I give a damn?"
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only -- no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's yours?"
"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy had gone, Harry looked at Ron and Y/n. "What is a wizard's duel?" said Harry. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Harry's face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Y/n suggested.
"Unlike you we don't resort to violence," Said Ron.
"Whatever."
"Excuse me."
They all looked up and saw that Hermione Granger was standing there.
"Oh, great," Muttered Y/n. He didn't have a problem with her but Ron and Harry sorta did.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying --"
"Bet you could," Ron muttered.
"--and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."
"And it's really none of your business," said Harry.
"Yeah, now get lost," Said Ron.
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.
FanfictionY/N Riddle is the nephew of Tom Riddle. He doesn't know this of course. Nor does he know he's a wizard. He lives in the old orphanage that Tom used to live in with his brother/bully Devon, his perfect older brother Simon, and younger sister Erin. On...
