potter twins

The Midnight Duel

Hi it is a new chapter. I was hoping to get more done. So I hope to get more chapter's in. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own Rose and any other I make. Enjoy I chapter.
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"You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Rose and Ron what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a pieces of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it. Rose was eating a steak with potatos.

"Seeker?" He said. "But first years never . . . you must be the youngest House player in about . . ."
. . . a century," said Harry shoving pie halfway to his mouth. He felt particlarly hungry," said after the excitement of the afternoon. "Wood told me."

Ron was amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry. "I started training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret." Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, and hurried over. Rose groaned.

"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, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."

"Anyaway, 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 that Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."
"Oh, love see you around."

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?"

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry 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 then crack their knuckles and scowl.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
"Of course he has," said said Ron, wheeling around. I'm his second, who's yours?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. "Crabbe," he said. Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."

When Malfoy had gone, Ron, Harry and Rose looked at each other. 
What is a wizard's duel? Said harry. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"  "Well, a second's there to take over of you die," said Ron casually, getting started on his cold pie.

Rose finished her bit of her stack. Seeing the look on her brother's face, she added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizard's. 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 if I wave my wand and nothing happens?" "Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
"Excuse me."

They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger. "Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" Said Ron. Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry. "I couldn't help overheating 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."   "And it's really none of your business," said Harry.
"Good-bye," said Ron.

Rose told Harry and Ron that she couldn't be there because she had homework to finish. Harry said that was ok. That he wasn't mad or upset that she wasn't going to be there.