I'm In Harry Potter!?

Midnight Duel, DANG IT!

“You’re joking!” Ron says when Harry told Ron and me that he’s part of Quidditch team over dinner.

“That’s so flipping awesome!” I say.

“Seeker?” Ron says. “But first years never make the house teams. You must be the youngest house player-”

“In a century,” Harry finishes for Ron, “according to McGonagall.” Ron is still amazed that he just sits there with his mouth open, staring at Harry.

“Ron, close your mouth or else flies will fly in,” I tell him. Harry chuckles and Ron closes his mouth.

“I start training next week,” Harry says. “Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret.”

“Okie dokie,” I say.

“Well done, Harry,” George says suddenly in a low voice next to Harry.

“Jegus freaking Christ!” I whisper-shout since he startled me.

“Wood told us,” George continues. “We’re on the team too- Beaters.”

“I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year,” Fred says. “We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us.”

“Anyway, we’ve got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he’s found a new secret passageway out of the school,” George says.

“Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you,” Fred says then he and George leave.

As if on cue, the little devil Malfoy and his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, come up to us. I just wanna slap this guy so freaking hard that he’ll be halfway to Albuquerque.

“Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?”

“You’re a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you,” Harry says. I then make the MLG airhorn noise with my mouth.

“I’d take you on anytime on my own,” Malfoy says. “Tonight, if you want. Wizard’s Duel. Wands only- no contact. What’s the matter? Never heard of a wizard’s duel before, I suppose.” Crap.

“Of course he has,” Ron says. “I'm his second, who’s yours?”

“Crabbe,” Malfoy says, “Midnight all right? We’ll meet you in the trophy room; that’s always unlocked.” As Malfoy leaves he winks at me again, and I flip him off again. TAKE A HINT YOU IDIOT! Wow, that sounded like Flowey. Harry, Ron, and I look at each other.

“What is a wizard’s duel?” Harry asks Ron. “And what do you mean, you’re my second?”

“Well, a second’s there to take over if you die,” Ron says casually. I just stare at him.

“Yeah, like that’s gonna calm Harry down,” I muttered.

“But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards,” Ron says, reassuring Harry. “The most you and Malfoy’ll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway.”

“And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Harry asks.

“Throw it away and punch him on the nose,” Ron suggests. I hit him on the arm.

“Excuse me.” We all look up and see Hermione. Well fudge.

“Can't a person eat in peace in this place?” Ron says. Hermione ignores him and speaks to Harry.