Harry's Twin - Book One // Complete // Editing

Some Game Called Quidditch

Hagrid tells us to go get our uniforms while he goes off back to the Leaky Cauldron for a minute. He points us to a shop named 'Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions'. Walking in together, I can tell Harry is nervous. I grab his arm, meaning to be reassuring, but I guess I'm nervous, too, as told by Harry's wince.

We discover Madam Malkin to be a short witch, dressed in all mauve. "Hogwarts, dears?" she asks. We nod wordlessly. "Got the lot here! In fact, we have another young boy here on his way to Hogwarts." She looks to Harry. "You wait just over there near him, and I'll take you over this side," she finishes, looking to me. She takes me to where she pointed and sets her tools to measuring me. "I'll be back soon, dear, I'll just pin that boy up and get your brother measured!"

She shuffles over to the other side of the curtain separating Harry and the boy, and myself. I can hear the unknown boy speak.

"Hello," he greets. "Hogwarts, too?" I hear a small sound of Harry's agreement. "My father's next door getting books and my mother is down the street. She's looking at wands," the boy continues. He has a bored, drawling voice. "After I'm finished here - ow! don't stab me!" he complains to Madam Malkin. "As I was saying, after I'm finished here, I'll drag them off to the racing brooms. The rule about first years not being able to own their own broom is rubbish, don't you think? My father uses this as an excuse, but I think I'll be able to bully him into buying me one. Then there's just how to smuggle it in." I can practically hear the smirk on his unknown face. He sounds like a horrible, obnoxious boy and I hope to never cross paths with him at Hogwarts.

The boy asks Harry a question about brooms and then about playing some game called 'Quidditch'. The boy appears to think he's good at it, quoting his father on some line about it being a crime if he didn't make the house team. The house team? 

"Know what house you'll be in?" the boy asks my brother.

"No," comes Harry's simple reply. That's the third time he's said that word in a row.

As the boy replies, Madam Malkin comes swinging back through the curtain. I get a glimpse of the boy. Well, he sure looks mean. And yet so cute. I try and remember the face I saw, but this robe maker keeps talking and won't let me focus on my thoughts, nor the boy's next words. I hear snatches of the conversation.

"My family . . . Slytherin . . . Hufflepuff, I'd leave . . ." I hear from the boy. Slytherin and Hufflepuff must be houses. Slytherin is obviously his favourite house, based on what I managed to hear about his family. Hufflepuff is either bad or he feels like he'd ruin a tradition being in it instead of this other house. I wonder what house I will be a part of. And Harry - will we be in the same one, or will I have to try and navigate this new world mostly on my own?

"I'd say! Look at that man out there!" the boy suddenly calls.

At that exact moment, Madame Malkin asks me to turn around, allowing the perfect excuse to see what he was talking about. Hagrid is standing outside the shop window, holding three ice creams.

"That's Hagrid, he works at Hogwarts," Harry mutters.

"Isn't he a servant?" the other boy says.

"No. Gamekeeper," Harry replies. I can tell he dislikes this boy more and more with every passing second. I feel the exact same.

The boy then goes on to say somethings he's heard about Hagrid's lifestyle. Harry eventually gets fed up and stops the boy, coolly saying "I think he's great."

"What? Are you, and whoever came in with you, with him?" the boy laughs. "Where are your parents?"

"Dead. Our parents are dead."