Azul Black and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 11

Sorry it took so long to update its hard to follow the book while also keeping it your own story. I've had a bit of difficulty with it latly. Please forgive any spelling!

As November rolled in around the corner , the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake froze like chilled steel trapping its occupants inside till the spring thaw. Every morning, the ground covered in frost, Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots. He was near impossible to miss.

The Quidditch season had begun, much to the joy of Oliver Wood and most the rest of Hogwarts. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Great, just great, Harry better win or I’m never going to hear the end to Draco's bragging. Plus if Gryffindor wins, we would move up into second place in the house championship.  Then I could rub it into Malfoy’s face, in the politest way possible of course I may not like him but I would prefer to avoid Poppy as much as i could after my last incident.

    Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. Though I think it's just because he’s still mad at me for siding with the enemy whatever that means.

However despite this, the news that my brother was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, I may have been a guilty though I  think Malfoy had a part in it too. I later regretted my decision on spreading the news because everyone started making comments to an already pale Harry. Everything from telling him he would be brilliant to a few offers from a couple of third year's to run around underneath him holding a mattress.

    It was really lucky that Harry and I had made friends with Hermione, I guess defeating a troll can bring people together, we wouldn't have made it this far without her. I’m not sure how Harry would have gotten through all that homework, what with all the last minute Quidditch practice Wood was making the team do. She had also lent him Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be an interesting read, or so I’m told.

    According to Harry, who had given me a full lecture on how the game works, there are seven hundred ways of committing a foul and that all of them happened during a World Cup match in 1473; Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; (way to boost his confidence Hermione, you did a great job).  Though people rarely died playing Quidditch, some referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

    Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking the rules, thank goodness, since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll; and she was notably much nicer for it. The day before Harry’s first Quidditch match the three of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, I tagged along carrying a jam jar that carried some bright blue fire Hermione had conjured up as I pestered her to teach me the levitation charm I had missed. The others were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when the ever living devil, A.K.A  Snape, crossed the yard. Harry, Ron and Hermione moved closer together blocking myself and the fire from view;  which was good because I’m sure it wouldn’t be allowed and my brother or I would somehow accumulate blame. Unfortunately, something about our guilty faces caught Snape’s eye. He limped over. I don't think he had seen the fire, but he was obviously looking for a reason to tell us off anyway.

“What’s that you’ve got there, Potter?”

It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed hi, as I tried to keep away from the potion master's glare.

“Library books are not allowed to be taken outside the school” said Snape. “Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor.”
   
“He just made up that rule up,” Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. “Wonder what’s wrong with his leg?”