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Chapter 6

Harry bit into his breakfast, his thoughts wondering to last night's event. 'Now I know what Professor Dumbledore meant by dying a painful death.' He recalled the hideous Greek monster behind the door and shivered. But something kept nagging him. What was so important about the grubby little package and if it really was that important, than why did it have such low security, sure a huge guard dog helps but somebody could easily get past that and the spell on the door, if two first-year could get past it, a professional theif was nothing. The third-floor wasn't even hidden or closed anyone could enter it intentionally or not.

Harry was interrupted from his train of thoughts by the loud screeching that had filled the Hall. Harry didn't even look up from his breakfast, he never got any mail while the others got letters from their parents telling them how much they missed them or boxes filled with candy, so you could imagine how surprised he was when a large rectangular box dropped on his plate, swishing the pancakes on it. A letter dropped on top of the package.

Harry looked up to see the whole school staring at him, waiting to see what was in the box. Harry picked up the letter. 'I wonder who it's from, surely not the Dursleys', they wouldn't even send me a dead bird.' He carefully opened the envelope.

DO NOT OPEN the parcel at the table. It contains your new Nimbus Two Thoushand, but I don't want everyone to know you have one or they will all want one.
Oliver Wood will meet you next week on Friday on the Quidditch pitch at seven.

Professor McGonagall

Harry glanced at the teacher's table. Professor McGonagall have him a small smile, Harry smiled back, making a mental note to thank he later. His eyes wandered off searching for a certain white blonde. Draco was already staring at him, he raised an elegant eyebrow at him. Harry stood up picking up the package, he swung his bag over his shoulder and gestured Draco to follow him.

They met in the nearest broom closet to the Hall, as soon as Draco entered, Harry passed him the note.

"A Nimbus Two Thoushand, I didn't know Hogwarts could afford one of those," said Draco, sarcasm written all over his face. He glared at the broomstick that was now unwrapped.

"We can share it if you want to, " offered Harry. He knew Draco was jealous, even if it is the slightest and after all Draco was the one who wanted a broom in the first place.

"Share?" asked Draco being the spoiled brat he was, he never had to share anything in his life before.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"It means we both get to use it, in a way we both own the broomstick," explained Harry.

"Fine, but we better hurry off," said Draco opening the closest. "Don't want to be late for potions, do we

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Nearly three months passed since Harry came to Hogwarts, he hadn't realised he had been there for that long. Mayeb it was because of all the homework they were piled with or the classes or maybe it was because of Draco, the had grown remarkably closer over the past months, most of the school had caught up on the odd friendship between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor.

Harry now was one of the best Quidditch player Hogwarts had ever seen, with the help of Draco of course. The blonde had told him everything there was to know about the game. Harry had decided Quidditch wasn't really his game after learning, most accidents happened to the seekers and in extreme cases some even died, but he continued to train not wanting to disappoint Professor McGonagall or Draco.