In his first few weeks at Hogwarts, Harry Potter notices the bushy haired girl from the train struggling to fit in, but he already has a friend. He wants to be her friend too, but he's not sure how to be friends with two people who don't like each o...
The wind rushed by Harry in an exhilarating whoosh as he zoomed through the night skies, his eyes peeled for the Snitch. As he soared above the stadium full of cheering spectators the starlight cast a pearly sheen on the bare skin of the girl whose arms were clasped tightly around his waist, her billowing golden hair glowing as brightly as any Veela's.
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"There it is Harry," shouted Hermione, "I see it... the Snitch is over there!"
Harry spied the Snitch below, but knew he'd never reach it before the other Seeker if they spotted it. Harry went into a spiraling dive to distract the opposing team's Seeker... and if that didn't work, Hermione's enchanting presence on the back of his broom should do the trick. The shrieking crowd was sure he was going to crash and Hermione screamed in his ear.
"HARRY!" she screamed. "WAKE UP!"
Harry bolted upright in a panic. Hermione's face was terror-stricken as she shook him, and the roaring crowd sounded very real. There was a boom outside and the tent shook. Sirius burst through the door into Harry's room, his face ashen.
"Don't worry about being in pyjamas - no time to dress," shouted Sirius, "You need to get to safety now."
"What's happening?" gasped Harry, strapping his wand holster around his middle as Sirius bustled him and Hermione to the entrance of the tent.
"Not sure yet! Some sort of attack..." Sirius replied. "Lupin's already got Neville and gone to get Luna and her father - they're headed to the woods nearby..."
As they hurried outside, hundreds of wizards and witches in pyjamas and nightgowns were running and screaming to avoid fiery bursts of magic and exploding tents. Harry and Hermione could just make out through the smoke a group of thirty or forty hooded and masked figures shooting spells apparently at random.
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"There's the Weasleys, stick with them and get to the woods!" barked Sirius. "I'm going to help Arthur and the Ministry put a stop to this..."
"Sirius, wait..." Harry shouted as Ron grabbed him.
"Bloody Hell, Harry!" yelled Ron, his freckles standing out against his pale face. "We've got to go..."
Harry kept a tight grip on Hermione's arm as he reluctantly allowed Ron to lead them both towards the Twins who were just ahead scurrying towards the woods with Ginny. Harry, Ron, and Hermione lost sight of Fred, George, and Ginny in the smoke and the throng of frightened wizards and witches.
