The Potters and the Chamber of Secrets (COMPLETED)

5. Mudblood

*Hannah's P.O.V*

Hogwarts days were bad because of two people: Colin Creevy and Gilderoy Idiot Lockhart. Colin kept taking photographs and literally twenty times a day, he would say hello to us. To hear a hello back (even when it was monotone) was so exciting for him. Lockhart had "caught us" on fake attention seeking moments. Basically once, Colin asked for a signed photograph and we refused but Malfoy heard and yelled it out and guess who came? Gilderoy Lockhart. That git.

 I yawned loudly and turned over but heard a yell from downstairs which made me sit up in bed.

"QUIDDITCH PRACTICE GUYS!" Wood's voice came up. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my dressing gown and ran down to the bottom of the stairs.

 "What?" I asked groggily

"Quidditch practice," he said, stretching each word out.

 "Oliver I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

 "IT'S THE FREAKING CRACK OF DAWN!"

"Yes, now go get dressed." Sighing heavily, I went upstairs and pulled on my Quidditch robes. I brushed my hair and stuck it in a bun then made my way downstairs. I saw Harry was already there.

 "Hi Harry," I whispered.

 "Hi Hannah," yawned Harry.

"Can't believe Wood made us get up now."

 "Me neither." We went down  to the broom shed to get our brooms and then made our way over to the Quidditch pitch.

 For a couple of hours, Wood talked nothing but tactics, and I fell asleep. Wood didn't seem to notice that his team was half-asleep. When he was finished, I woke again. I blushed deeply when I realised I had been sleeping on George's shoulder. Luckily, he was asleep too. Then suddenly he opened his eyes.

"Wood, one question - why didn't you tell us yesterday-?" George groaned

 "Yeah when we were all awake," Fred yawned. Wood scowled. He led us to the Quidditch pitch to practice. Ron and Hermione were up, with a stack of toast. I glared at their food hungrily.

"You're still not finished?" Ron asked.

 "We haven't even started... we had a Wood blabbing on and on..." I said, stifling a yawn. I mounted my broom and kicked off. I began to fly about until I saw a stream of green in the corner of my eyes. I squinted at it.  

"Who's that?" Wood asked, referring to Colin, who was in the stands taking pictures. "He could be a spy for Slytherin."

"The Slytherins don't need a spy," Fred informed him, flying over to him.

"Why not?"

 "Because they're here in freaking person!" I gasped, pointing to the green figures who I now knew was the Slytherin Quidditch team. Wood's face was filled with so much fury.

"Never seen him so angry, "Harry said, frowning. We all landed and marched over to the Slytherin team.

 "What are you doing here?" Wood growled, clearly trying to keep his cool.

"Quidditch practice," said Flint with a smug smile.

 "I BOOKED THE PITCH!" yelled Wood.

"Yes," said Flint calmly, "but I have a signed note from Slytherin." He handed it to Wood, who's eyes whizzed along the parchment, his face red.

 "Who's your new seeker?" he asked breathlessly. I raised my eyebrows. The Slytherin team parted and out came none other than Draco (git) Malfoy.

"You're Lucius Malfoy's son," Fred spat. The Slytherin's smirks grew wider.

 "Well, it's funny you mention Draco's father as you'll notice the - ah generous gift to us," Flint smirked. He gave his broomstick a little shake, and the attention was drawn towards it. I noticed it was a new model. "Latest model, came out last month." 

 "What's going on?" I turned to see Ron and Hermione marcdhing off. "And what are you doing here?" 

"I'm the new seeker... want to see my new broom Weasley? It was from my father - he bought it for our team." Ron's mouth fell open, staring at it in shock and envy. 

"The Gryffindor team has pure talent," Hermione snapped "No one had to buy their way on to the team."

 "Who asked for your opinion, you little Mudblood?" There was gasps of horror and roars and yells of anger. I instantly knew that Malfoy had said something offensive. Ron had completely lost it - far more than the Gryffindor team had. He pulled his wand.

"EAT SLUGS!" The result was totally unexpected; Ron had flew backwards, whereas Malfoy stood unharmed and jeering.

"RON ARE YOU OKAY?" I yelled, running over to him. In reply, he puked out... slugs. The spell had backfired! We took him over to Hagrids, but only after shaking off Colin; he was trying to get a good picture of him.

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"Who'd he try ter curse?" asked Hagrid, giving Ron a bucket. 

 "Malfoy, 'cause he called Hermione something," I said, not wanting to say the word. 

"What'd he say?"

 "Mudblood!" gasped Ron "It's really ru-" He disappeared, spitting out slugs.

"He didn't!"

 "He did," Hermione said "What does it mean?"

"It's the most offensive thing you can call a Muggle-born," Ron said, wiping slime off his jumper "You see, it's all about blood these days. Malfoys are the worst about it, and other pure-bloods. But it doesn't really matter- I mean look at Neville, he can't do a Potion without doing something wrong yet he's pureblood."

 "Ah y'see, they haven't invented a spell yet- that Hermione can't do," Hagrid said soothingly, with a huge wink at Hermione, who smiled.

While dinner was going on, I had my detention. It sucked even more than I thought it would. Why? Because it was with Lockhart. He had "specially requested" Harry and I. Ron had to go and clean the Trophy room by himself. I wouldn't have minded though. We were helping Lockhart answer his FAN MAIL. Yeah read it good and proper. He kept us there for four hours.

"Rip... tear... kill..." hissed a voice. I jumped, almost knocking the bottle of ink over.

 "What?" I yelled.

"It's surprising isn't it?" Lockhart said, nodding.

 "Didn't you hear a voice?" Harry said, clutching the sides of his chair.

"Voice? Perhaps you're slightly drowsy- good heavens we've been here four hours!" Lockhart exclaimed "Right, off you go." I scowled when he said that we shouldn't expect " a treat every detention".

What was that voice?