A Bloody Miracle: Book One *Harry Potter FanFic*

Chapter Thirteen: Norbert

“Remember, all of you – Locomotor Mortis.” Siren muttered as she, Elizabeth, Hermione, and Ron climbed up the steps to the Gryffindor side of the Quidditch bleachers.

“We know, we know!” Elizabeth rolled her eyes, “Merlin Siren, stop nagging.”

Siren stuck her tongue out at Elizabeth as she slid her wand up her robe sleeve. Everyone followed her action, and attempted – key word attempted – to take a seat on the bleachers. That was until Malfoy and his idiot goons strutted up to the quartet of first years.

“Weasley, I think I’ve figured out how they choose people for the Gryffindor team!” Malfoy cried out with superiority, “They pick people who they feel sorry for.”

“Now you shut your mouth right there Malfoy!” Siren shouted, balling her fists.

“Don’t tell me what to do you filthy little Mudblood!” Malfoy sneered.

“Call me what you want, you idiot! But we all know that you’re the one that’ll always lose this battle.” Siren sniffed.

Malfoy stepped back, clearly astonished by her comment, but he regained himself and continued, “Anyways, what I was saying was –”

“No one cares what you were saying Malfoy,” Elizabeth snapped.

“I don’t care what you have to say Mudblood!”

“Don’t talk about Elizabeth like that!” Ron defended his girlfriend.

“Thanks Ron,” Elizabeth batted her eyelashes. Ron’s face illuminated a brilliant scarlet.

“Oh so you won’t defend me!” Siren cried out at Ron.

“You hate me and I hate you! Why should I defend you?”

“Good point.”

“WILL EVERYONE JUST SHUT IT! I kind of want to hear what Draco has to say,” Hermione shouted.

Everyone – including Malfoy – stared at Hermione with wide eyes and jaws agape.

“Why on Earth would you want to hear what he says?!” Elizabeth demanded.

“Because once he says what he needs to say, then we can yell at him.” Hermione shrugged.

“That – is an excellent point.” Siren said.

Malfoy cleared his throat and said, “Well, what I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted numerous times, was this: The Gryffindor team obviously picks their team members after who they feel sorry for. Potter – no mum or dad. The Weasleys – who’ve got no money. Longbottom, you should be on the team! You’ve got no brains!”

Neville turned bright red, and proudly announced, “I’m worth twelve of you Malfoy.”

Malfoy scoffed and crossed his arms, “Who told you that nonsense Longbottom?”

Neville scrunched up his face with pride, “Harry did! Harry Potter!”

All three of the goons burst into howls of laughter. Crabbe clutched his stomach, trying to breath normally again. Siren couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could Elizabeth, and both of the girls lunged at the trio of idiots. Siren took on Malfoy, and Elizabeth took on Crabbe. Ron and Neville jumped in and tried to bloody up Goyle, but with a disastrous end. Neville at the end of one punch, was on the ground, out-cold. Ron was grabbed by Hermione, and yelled at to stop Siren and Elizabeth.

It took a while but Siren’s fists were eventually pried from Malfoy’s nose.

“Siren, Elizabeth! RON!” Hermione chanted, seeming to forget Neville on the ground, “Look! Harry!”