Harry Potters Twin Book Three

The Silver Doe ~not edited~

"W-what!" I said, holding my broom close to me. Professor McGonagall stood over me, Harry's Firebolt clutched in one hand and her other hand held out to take mine too. Hermione watched over her book, she had told Professor McGonagall about my broom and her suspicions. "Why!"

"It will need to be checked for jinxes," said Professor McGonagall. "Of course, I am not an expert at this, but I daresay Madame Hooch and Professor Flitwick can strip it down-"

"Strip it down?" asked Ron, as though Professor McGonagall had gone mad.

"It shouldn't take more then a few weeks." said Professor McGonagall. "You will have them back when we are sure that they are jinx-free."

"But theres nothing wrong with it!" said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. "Honestly, Professor-"

"You cannot know that, Mister Potter," said professor McGonagall, quite kindly. "Not until you'v flown it, at any rate, and I daresay that is out of the question, you will have it back if we are sure it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you and Miss Potter informed. Now give me your broom, Miss Potter."

I reluctantly handed it over, then watched as Professor McGonagall walked out of the portrait hole, feeling my insides go cold. Ron rounded on Hermione, his expression beyond anger.

"What did you go running off to McGonagall for?"

Hermione threw her book aside, still pink in the face but faced Ron defiantly.

"because I thought - and McGonagall agrees with me - that Harry and Nixie's brooms could have been sent by Sirius Black!"

Ron looked at her, disgust qwritten all over his features and he stormed back into his dorm, ears red. Harry followed shortly after, looking pointedly away from Hermione. Hermione stared at them, her lips pursed, then she whipped around to face me, pink in the face and her face contorted with rage.

"Well!" she snapped harshly. "Are you going to yell at me to? Just because I worried?"

"Well, actually, Hermione, I-" I began

"I don't care what you have to say, Nixie!" Hermione said loudly, drowning out my reply. "As long as we're not scraping you and Harry off the feild I know I did my job!"

Then she stormed out of the common room and into our dorm. I stood there, confused. Why was she angry at me? I did nothing against her. I shook my head and signed angrily. Stupid Hermione, tactless Ron - why couldn't they snog and get over it?

I kicked my armchair, causing Unicorn to hiss and run out of sight. This was a perfect Christmas. Note the sarcasm.

The next day, while Hermione was off somewhere and Ron was sulking in his room, m and Harry were in the common room by ourselves.

The window was open so a cool breeze had drafted in the common room, and I had changed my neon blue hair back to red, but I had silver highlights on also.

"Nice color," Harry said tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah..." I said, thinking about Hermione. "Harry... D'you think we should apoligize to Hermione. You know... I don't think she meant for us to..."

Harry just shook his head. "I know Hermione meant well, but that doesn't stop me from being angry at her. I have been the owner of the best broom ever for a few short hours, and then, because of her interference, I don't know if I would ever have it back."

"She only wanted to make sure," I said, though I knew that I was angry at Hermione too. "Its not her fault she was suspicious.

"I'm sure there was nothing wrong with that broom," Harry said indifferantly. "Nixie. Have you thought about what sort of state our brooms will be in when it has went by the anti-jinx test?"