Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle.

'You'd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding.'

'Not much,' said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve. 'Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted –'

'The Sorting Ceremony is over,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Your sister is also in Gryffindor.'

'Oh, good,' said Ron.

'And speaking of Gryffindor –' Professor McGonagall said sharply, but Harry cut in: 'Professor, when we took the car, term hadn't started, so – so Gryffindor shouldn't really have points taken from it, should it?' he finished, watching her anxiously.

Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway.

'I will not take any points from Gryffindor,' she said, and Harry's heart lightened considerably. 'But you will both get a detention.'

It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore's writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they'd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn't squashed him flat.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it at Snape's desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets and a jug of iced pumpkin juice appeared with a pop.

'You will eat in here and then go straight up to your dormitory,' she said. 'I must also return to the feast.'

When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.

'I thought we'd had it,' he said, grabbing a sandwich.
'So did I,' said Harry, taking one too.
'Can you believe our luck, though?' said Ron thickly through a

mouthful of chicken and ham. 'Fred and George must've flown that car five or six times and no Muggle ever saw them.' He swal- lowed and took another huge bite. 'Why couldn't we get through the barrier?'

Harry shrugged. 'We'll have to watch our step from now on, though,' he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. 'Wish we could've gone up to the feast ...'

'She didn't want us showing off,' said Ron sagely. 'Doesn't want