potter twins

Halloween

Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. Indeed, by the next morning Harry and Ron told Rose about what happened last night. Harry and Ron thought that meeting the three-headed dog had been an excellent adventure, and they were quiet keen to have another one.

Rose was just happy they all are ok. She didn't like the sounds of this. In the meantime, Harry filled Ron and Rose in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and they spent a lot of time wondering what could possible need such heavy protection.

"It's either really valuable of really dangerous," said Ron. "Or both," said Harry. But as all they knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, they didn't have much chance of guessing what it was whihout further clues.

Neither Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. Hermione was now refushing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus.

All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week latter.

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screeching owls. Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor.

They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.
Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said:
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TAPLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session. Professor McGonagall

Harry had difficultly hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron to read. Rose read over Harry's shoulder.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.

"This's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealously and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, fist years aren't allowed them."

Ron couldn't resist it. "It's not any old broomstick," he said, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got a home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry.

Comments look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. 'I suppose you and your before brother's have to save up twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope kid's?" He squeaked.
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry.
"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousend, sir,'' said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoy's face. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.