Cindy Potter: Book Two (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter 7

"Wood, I have found you a seeker!" - Minerva McGonagall

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"This is ridiculous." I hissed at Harry. We stood in the middle of the quidditch pitch at 5am, preparing for practice. I had made the tryouts, securing the chaser position and seeker backup. Fred yawned loudly. "Who's bloody idea was this anyway?"

"Wood, of course."

"......we need to train stronger, faster, and harder. Yes?" I raised my hand.

"Wouldn't it be better when it's light enough to actually see?" George snickered at my words.

"We will not always be playing under optimal conditions! Besides, I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today and we need to make the most out it!" Just then, seven people in green robes began approaching us from the other side of the field. "I don't believe it!" Wood stormed over to the Slytherins. "Flint! I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today!"

"Ah, I have here a special request from Professor Snape," he glanced at me, "giving permission to train our new seeker today."

"New seeker? Who?" Draco Malfoy stepped forward.

"You!" He smirked at me.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new." The team held out their nimbus 2001s.

"Gift from Draco's father."

"Least no one in Gryffindor had to buy their way onto the team. They got in on pure talent." Hermione pointed out.

"No one asked you, you filthy little mudblood!"

"Is the little boy too delicate for the truth?" I teased, the same time Ron yelled.

"You'll pay for that, Malfoy! Eat slugs!" With a flash of green light, Ron was pushed backwards onto the ground. Moments later, he had vomited a slug onto the grass. Harry and I immediately dragged him off to Hagrid's cottage with Colin Creevey trailing behind.

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Father was not happy with me, as he knew Draco would go running to daddy. "I thought we had discussed this!"

"He called Hermione a mudblood!" Father stiffened.

"I see. I will handle this." He rose from his chair and left the room, leaving a confused me in his wake.

Draco avoided me all week. I was elated to say the least. We were due for our detentions tonight.

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"You've GOT to be kidding me." This was my reaction upon seeing Lockhart's fan mail stack, or lack of a better word, mountain. Harry and I would be stuck here for hours.

"....and THAT is how I defeated that banshee." I pretended to nod enthusiastically. Lockhart was giving Harry and I long, detailed versions of his dramatic victories. I would rather be in the forbidden forest back in first year.

Then suddenly, I felt a pounding pain in my head and what followed was even more sinister. "Kill.....I smell blood....killllll...." My head snapped up to look at Harry. I could tell I hadn't imagined that at the look of pure horror on his face.

"Let me kill...killlll....KILL!" I shot up from my chair immediately knocking over the pile of fan mail I was working on.

"My dear girl, are you alright?"

"D-did you hear that?" Lockhart furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What? Oh blimey! Is that the time? No wonder you're hearing things, it's half past midnight already. Go on! Get back to your common room." I nodded shakily. Harry led me out with a firm grip on my arm. I jumped as a hand touched my clammy forehead.