Magical - Harry Potter Fanfiction

4| The mystery begins

At breakfast the next morning, I once again piled my plate high with food. I haven't really spoken to Draco in a while, and I was a little pissed off about what he did with the remembrall.

"Guys, listen to this," Harry exclaimed as he gestured to the Daily Prophet that he was reading.

The three of us leaned in closer to Harry.

"Last night, an unknown wizard broke into a vault at Gringotts. Gringotts goblins report that the vault broken into, number seven hundred and thirteen, had been emptied earlier the same day. That's weird, that's the vault Hagrid went to," Harry pointed out.

"Do you know what was in the vault?" I asked.

"He wouldn't tell me what was in it," Harry said, sounding puzzled.

"Interesting," stated Hermione.

"What do you think's in it?" Asked Ron.

"It's obviously something really valuable," I said.

"Must be powerful too, if they say dark wizards are after it," Ron added.

"So what class do we have again?" Questioned Ron.

"Potions," answered Hermione with a nod.

As the four of us made our way to potions with Neville, Dean, and Seamus joining us, we bumped into the one and only Draco Malfoy.

"Hey, Longbottom," greeted Draco.

Neville grimaced, obviously awaiting an insult.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to insult you," said Draco with a smile. "I just wanted to apologise for taking your remembrall."

"Uh, it's alright," said Neville, blushing.

"Good," said Draco.

When we walked into class Snape already looked mad. I went to sit down next to Harry but Draco pulled me into the seat next to him.

"You're supposed to sit with me," Draco said. "I'm your potions partner. You're really good. I'm awful at potions and I don't want Snape to think I'm bad, so I just copy off you."

I have Draco a death stare.

Next, we had Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was my favourite subject, it's the one I am best at, besides from potions where Snape doesn't appreciate my ability.

Quirrell's classes could be a bit of a joke sometimes. The classroom always smelled like garlic, everyone said it was because he once insulted a vampire in Romania and he was scared it would come back to get him one day. He told us that he'd been given his turban by an African prince as a gift for getting rid of a zombie. Fred and George insisted the turban was stuffed with garlic so that Quirrell was protected everywhere he went.

"N-now ch-children today w-we are going to l-learn a simple s-spell. It protects y-you from most spells. Th-the incantation is 'Protego'," Quirrell said. "Get into pairs, o-one use the spell we learned last lesson, Rictusempra, then the o-other partner u-uses the Protection spell."

"Partners?" Harry asked me.

"Sure," I answered.

"I'll use Rictusempra first," I said.

Harry nodded.

"Rictumsempra!" I called.

Harry's protection charm worked instantly.

"Good job!" I praised.

We swapped and I did the protection charm. It worked straight away.

"Nice!" Harry said.