Harry Potter's Lost Sisters: The Philsopher's Stone

Chapter 7: The Midnight Duel

"Longbottom's got a remembrall!"

 "Those things are kind of useless, no offence," I spoke up, "because it tells you if you forgotten something but it doesn't tell you what you've forgotten. Er Neville, you've forgotten something." The remembrall turned scarlet. Neville scratched his head and bit his lip, obviously trying to remember what he had forgotton.

...

"Come along, everyone stand by their brooms!" I hurried over to a broom. "Now stick your arm out above the broom stick and say up!"

 "Up!" I yelled, and it shot into my hand. I grinned. After every had their brooms, we were taught how to mount them and I sniggered when I heard Madam Hooch (our teacher) told Malfoy he had been doing it wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow this whistle, kick off from the ground- Longbottom, come back!" For Neville, being nervous and terrified, had pushed off now. He rose higher and higher. I swore under my breath as he slid off his broom. Then I screamed as I heard a crack. Madam Hooch took him to the hospital wing, with the promise that if we left the ground we'd get expelled.

"Oh look, here's his remembrall that his grandmother sent him," Malfoy laughed coldly, picking up the remembrall.

"Give it back you prat," I snarled, facing him. He smiled maliciously before mounting his broom and kicking off.

"You want it, come and get it," he sneered, throwing it from one hand to the other. I kicked off, and so did Harry. It seemed like we were both amazing because Malfoy looked taken aback by our skills but quickly wiped the expression from his face.

"Look Malfoy, give it here or I'll knock you off your broom," Harry yelled. Malfoy now seemed nervous, so he dropped it, and it cracked in two as it hurtled towards the ground. Harry and I both dived and caught each half before they hit the ground. We made to high-five each other but a yell stopped our hands from making contact.

"POTTER!" We gulped, and landed on the ground. It was Professor McGonagall. "You could have- could have killed yourselves!"

 "Please Professor, it wasn't their fault!"

"Yeah, they didn't do anything wrong!"

 "It was Malfoy's fault-"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Potter, Potter. Follow me." We passed the jeering Slytherins and the Solemn Gryffindors and followed her. We eventually stopped outside a class room. "Excuse me, could I borrow Wood?" There was a squeaky reply, that told me it was Professor Flitwick teaching. Out came a fifth year, confused looking boy. For the first time, a smile melted over her face. "Wood, these are your new Seekers." 

 "Are you serious Professor?" Wood asked, delighted. She nodded firmly.

"Their first time on broomsticks and they caught those things after a fifty foot dive. Didn't even scratch themselves. By the way, Potter, this is Oliver Wood and he's the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team." Bloody hell, where is this even going?

 "They're perfect for Seeker positions!" Wood thrilled. He walked around us, examining. Pervert. "Small, light, speedy. I'd say we get them pretty decent brooms, Professor... Cleansweep Sevens or Nimbus Two Thousands." She nodded.

...

Ron was dead impressed when we told him we were Seekers. He said his brother, Charlie Weasley, was one too and that First-years were never allowed on the team.

"Hey congratulations!" said a voice. I looked around to see the Weasley twins. "Wood just told us, we're on the team too, beaters."

"Okay, let me guess... Fred, George," I said, pointing to each of them in turn. They looked gobsmacked. "What?"

"No one's ever been able to tell us apart!" George gasped.

 "I guess it's 'cause she fancies you George," Fred smirked.

"I do not!" I retorted, although I could feel my face flushing scarlet. They went away, Fred sniggering and George arguing.

 "Oh how nice!" mocked Malfoy, coming over to the Gryffindor table. "It's the Potters, sitting with Weasley for their last meal. So when are you getting on the train?"

"Oh y'know," I said coolly, examining my nails like a girly-girl, "after seven years."

 "Anyway Malfoy, a little braver with your thugs?" Harry said.

"I could take you on my own any time," Malfoy snarled, "Wizards Duel. Midnight. Tonight. Trophy room. Your double is Weasley alright?"

 "No way, I'm his double!" I said sharply.

"I don't do girls."

 "Stop being a sexist prat Malfoy, I'm his double okay, who's yours?"

"Weasley's his double. My double is Crabbe."

 "Yeah whatever." They moved away. Ron began to explain to Harry what a Wizard's duel was while I stayed silent, fuming. That idiot! I can take him on. Damn.

...

"Danielle?"

 "Mm?" I mumbled, peering through the darkness.

"It's Hermione, can we stop Harry and Ron from going? They'll lose points for Gryffindor if they're caught, which they probably would and anyway I think Malfoy's just tricking them."

 "Good point," I said, pulling on my gown. We crept downstairs, and it was lucky because when we sat down, we heard footsteps meaning we didn't have to wait as long.

"I really can't believe you're doing this Harry," sighed Hermione. She switched the light on and I stood up.

 "What? Hermione, Danielle?" Ron spluttered, going red.

"Yeah, now get your backsides up to bed before you ruin it all for Gryffindor," I snarled. They ignored us and marched out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione and I weren't going to give up THAT easily. We went after them. "Look, just think about this in every detail possible tomorrow when you're on the train back home. Especially you Harry!" I turned around to go back in and then I smacked my forehead. "Great The Fat Lady's gone for walkies. We're coming with you."

 "No way, you're not coming with us!" Ron argued.

"Yes we are, and if you don't let us and Filch catches us, I'm telling him everything!" Hermione warned.

"FINE!" Ron gave in. Satisfied, Hermione and I followed them to the Trophy room and surprise surprise - it was empty. Just then none other than Filch's voice floated in.

"They might be hiding..."

 "Run," I hissed, and we all ran off silently. Ron, unfortunately, ran into a suit of armour and it crashed to the floor. Immediately, there were distant footsteps, but they grew louder. We ran too, and chose a random door to throw ourselves behind. Harry tried the door.

"It's locked!"

 "Move over!" Hermione interjected. She pulled out her wand. "Alohomora!" The door opened and we went in. 

"What was that?" Ron said

"Alohomora," Hermione stretched out the spell. I turned around, my back to the door and sighed in relief. Then I realised what I was staring at. First of all, we were in a corridor, not a room. Secondly, there was a giant (it filled the space between the floor and the ceiling) three-headed dog. I stared at it then shook someone's arm, not taking my eyes of it. The others turned around and screamed. We pulled open the door and ran all the way back to the Gryffindor Common room. We collapsed into armchairs, panting. 

 "What- the bloody hell was that?" Ron gasped

"Did you see what it was standing on?" Hermione asked. "Well it was a trap door. It's guarding something. Now if you lot don't mind, I'm going to bed before you get another clever idea to get us killed, or worse expelled." She marched up to bed. 

 "It was well and truely epic though," I grinned, before heading up to bed too.