The Blind Witch

6 - Three Heads, Two Jerks, and One Broomstick

*Full credit to J.K. Rowling for the world and characters of Harry Potter. I own nothing but the Miller family*

“What?” I hissed quietly, yanking Ron and Harry to the side. “What three-headed dog?”

Harry and Ron started to tell me about their adventure the last night and how they almost got caught and killed. I got mad when they talked about hearing Filch and even angrier when they told me about the dog.

“You idiots!” I growled. Ron’s proud smile turned to a frown. Harry got a worried look. “I told you you shouldn’t have gone! Now you almost got expelled or killed!”

“But it was really cool!” Ron started. “You should have seen -”

“We’re sorry, Amber,” Harry said. Ron stared at him. “We didn’t mean to make you so worried.”

“If you’d like to avoid worrying me then I suggest you don’t sneak out again, or at least for a while,” I said. “And if you do, you bring me. Got it?”

Their smiles returned and they nodded. (Did I mention my potion came back?)

For the rest of the day, Hermione wouldn’t talk to the boys. She’d talk to me about school, but that’s it. The boys tried to get Neville into their conversations about what might be under the trap door, but he wouldn’t have it. I stayed out of the conversations verbally and instead sat and listened. They would glance at me worriedly whenever they would start talking about the dog and the trap door.

The week went by. Snape gave me an extra bottle of potion. I was praised for my intelligence in most of my classes. Astronomy was kind of my favorite. I really just liked looking at the constellations.

When the post owls came, I got a bunch of Muggle candy. Harry also got a package and a letter telling Harry to not open the package at the table because it was a broomstick (A Nimbus Two Thousand at that. Wow!). It was from McGonagall.

Eager to see the broom, Harry, Ron, and I ran out of the Great Hall. But then Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stopped us in the Entrance hall.

Malfoy snatched the package away and felt it all around. I glared at him.

“That’s a broomstick,” he said, throwing it back to Harry. “You’ll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren’t allowed them.”

“It’s not any old broomstick,” Ron said. I elbowed him but he ignored me. “it’s a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you’ve got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?” He turned and grinned at Harry. “Comets look flashy, but they’re not on the same league as the Nimbus.”

“What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn’t afford the handle,” Malfoy growled. “I supposed you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig.”

Before either Ron or I could say anything, Professor Flitwick had appeared next to Malfoy (the poor guy only reached his elbow).

“Not arguing, I hope?” he said in his squeaky voice.

“Potter’s been sent a broomstick, Professor,” Malfoy rushed.

“Yes, yes, that’s right.” Flitwick beamed at Harry. “Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?”

“A Nimbus Two Thousand, it is,” Harry said. I silently laughed at Malfoy’s terrified look. Then Harry added, “And it’s really thanks to Malfoy here that I’ve got it.”

He, Ron, and I quickly headed upstairs, laughing at Malfoy.

“Well, it’s true,” Harry laughed when we got to the top of the staircase. “If he hadn’t stole Neville’s Remembrall, I wouldn’t be on the team...”

“So I suppose you think that’s a reward for breaking rules?” I looked back and saw Hermione coming up the stairs, staring at Harry’s package with obvious disapprovall.

“I thought you weren’t speaking to us?” Harry said.

“Yes, don’t stop now,” Ron said. “It’s doing us so much good.”

I waited until Hermione was gone to turn and glare at the two.

“Would you guys at least make an effort to be nice to her?” I asked. “She’s just trying to keep you two from getting expelled.”

“But she’s a real know-it-all,” Ron said.

“So?” I snapped. “She’s trying to help you two. The least you could do is be nice. Especially you, Ron.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure you know why.”

I walked away quickly and took a detour into the bathroom. When I came out, it was time for class.

At five to seven, I left the castle. I was so intrigued to see how Harry would do during his first lesson that I couldn’t help myself and had to see him practice. I stayed in the shadows and kept my best to keep hidden when I got outside. I ran to the Quidditch pitch and rushed to the top of one of the Gryffindor stands.

When I got there, Harry kicked off from the ground and started flying on his broom. I smiled as he flew through the goals and up and down the field. Then Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain from what I heard, called out to him. Harry landed next to him.

Annoyed that I was so far away, I left my seat and ran to the ground and hid at the nearest entrance to the pitch. Wood had a crate open and was talking to Harry. They were still far away so I could barely hear them. But I’m fine with it. At least I can see the balls.

Wood took out the Quaffle first (Sage,Fred and George were telling me all about what the balls looked like and showing me when they knew I could see). Then he put it back and gave Harry a bat. I pursed my lips as a Bludger was let out. It shot into the air and then sped towards Harry. Thankfully, he hit it. It whirled around for a bit before diving towards Wood. He jumped on it and struggled with it on the ground.

With difficulty it seemed, Wood managed to put the Bludger back into the crate where all the balls were. He talked to Harry for a bit before taking out the Snitch. Then he put it back, got out a bag, and mounted his broom he’d brought. Harry mounted his and followed Wood up into the air.

Annoyed again, I ran up to the stands. I was getting a work out today.

When I got to the stands, I saw Wood throwing golf balls at Harry who didn’t fail to catch a single one. When it looked like they were almost done, I went back down to the ground and sprinted towards the castle. Harry’s going to make an excellent Seeker, I just know it.