Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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'Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?' said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.

'Funny you should mention Draco's father,' said Flint, as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. 'Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team.'

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words 'Nimbus Two Thousand and One' gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early-morning sun.

'Very latest model. Only came out last month,' said Flint care- lessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. 'I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps,' he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives, 'sweeps the board with them.'

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Malfoy was smirking so broadly his cold eyes were reduced to slits.

'Oh look,' said Flint. 'A pitch invasion.'

Ron, Hermione, and Amelia were crossing the grass to see what was going on.

'What's happening?' Ron asked Harry. 'Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?'

He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.

'Oh god who let it onto the field?' Amelia made a disgusted face. 

'I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley,' said Malfoy, smugly. 'Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team.'

Ron gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.

'Good. We are going to need high-quality brooms to sweep you off the field with when you fall,' commented Amelia. Hermione high-fived her. Draco rolled his eyes.

'Good, aren't they?' said Malfoy smoothly. 'But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives, I expect a museum would bid for them.'

The Slytherin team howled with laughter.

'At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,' said Hermione sharply. 'They got in on pure talent.'

The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered.

'Oh get him Mione!' shouted Amelia.

'No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,' he spat.