1 {One In The Same} Harry Potter Male OC Insert

Chapter 9- Midnight Duel

At dinner, Harry and Killian told an anxious Ron about what happened. "Seeker? Chaser?" he said. "But first years never -- you must be the youngest house player-"

"In about a century," said Harry, shoveling pie into his mouth. Both Killian and Harry felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon... And Killian's normal eating habits were scary enough.

"Wood told me." Harry explained. Ron sat with his mouth agape at the amazement of his two friends. "We start training next week," grinned Killian in between bites of meat, "But don't tell anyone. Wood wants it to be a secret..."

Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry and Killian, and hurried over. "Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too -- Beaters."

"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year,"said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, guys, 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." "Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."

Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?... Oh," he said looking at Killian, "And I suppose you'll be headed off to an orphanage then?" Killian stood up.

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Killian coolly.

There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only -- no contact. What's the matter? Sacred because you can't use your freakish powers? Or have you never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

Ron spoke up, "Of course he has," 'No I haven't...' Ron wheeled around. "I'm his second, who's yours?" Harry looked at Ron and Killian in confusion. Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. "Crabbe," he said.

(A/N: Cue sad violin for Goyle)

"Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked." When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Killian looked at each other.

"What is a wizard's duel?" said Killian. "And what do you mean, you're my second?" "Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie.

'Well thanks Ron. That's comforting...' Catching the look on Killian's
face, he added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. 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?" Killian said in exasperation. "Throw it away and use your powers... he won't have a chance then," Ron suggested.

"Excuse me." They all looked up. It was Hermione Granger. "Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron. Hermione ignored him and spoke to Killian. "I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying --"

"Bet you could," Ron muttered. "--and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."