By morning, the girls had bonded even further.
Hermione and I were reading books. She was giving me a classic witch novel that she had found, I was giving her Dorothy Must Die. Daisy was cursing the existence of that book, and our bonding over it.
(She read the book too. Loved it. Refuses to say.)
Daisy sat beside Harry, while I sat next to Ron. The brunette's plate was stacked high with pancakes and bacon.
Harry was twirling his ham on his fork.
"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on." Ron encouraged.
"Ron's right, Harry." Hermione added. "You're gonna need your strength today."
"I'm not hungry." Harry moped.
That was all the approval Daisy needed to take his food.
"Good." Daisy nabbed the food off his plate. I slapped her hand. "Ow! What? If he's not eatin' it, then it's game!"
"In the orphanages, yes! Here there's a thing called basic politeness." I scolded.
Daisy huffed, tossing her fork back on her plate.
Professor Snape walked by just as the fork finished clanging. "Good luck today, Potter." Harry glared at the Professor. My eyes darted straight to the injury. I know Daisy looked too, no doubt assessing how easy a kill Snape would be right now. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." Leaves, limping.
Harry "That explains the blood."
"Blood?" Hermione asked.
"His leg was bleeding last night." Daisy reported. She picked up her bacon, biting into it fiercely. "He's lucky it wasn't near that artery- ow!"
I'd kicked her leg.
"Listen, last night." Harry began to explain to Hermione. "I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three-headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."
"Right. My dad has blood on his leg, so he must've let it in." I replied.
"He has a point, Mosag, even if it's a bit muddled up. But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked.
Daisy pointed at me. "She wanted to pet it- ow! Quit kickin' me!"
"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults." Harry explained, ignoring Daisy's yelp of pain. "He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret."
"So you're saying-"
"That's what the dog's guarding." Harry reasoned. "That's what Snape wants."
'I mean...he's just so stupid...I don't know what to do with this amount of stupid.'
Hedwig flew overhead, carrying Harry's broom. He grabbed it as Hedwig flew by. The lovely owl flew off.
"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione remarked.
"But I-I never get mail." Harry looked up from us to the broom.
"Let's open it." Ron and Daisy cheered.
The four of them did so. I had some more pumpkin juice.
"It's a broomstick!" Harry cheered, once all the paper was gone.
"Big surprise." I remarked dryly.
"That's not just any broomstick, Harry." Ron's expression was full of delight. "It's a Nimbus 2000!"
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Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone
Fanfiction(CANCELLED) Morgan Spencer. That's her name in our world. In the Wizarding one, she's Mosag Snape. She brings her boyfriend, Thorax Changeling, and twin sister, Darcy Anderson, with her. She's 218, and it's time to party. (Part One of The Girl Who T...
