Loki Odinson And The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 8; Flying and Family

(Told from Loki's point of view)

It was finally November, and Quidditch season had begun. Harry was leaving very often to visit the Quidditch pitch while Ron, Hermione and I stayed in the common room to catch up on homework. Ron was really jealous of Harry because he was on the quidditch team, but I could care less. Besides, the weather was getting colder every day, and I couldn't imagine going outside all the time on a broom, the cold wind whipping at my face.

We were outside the castle at one point, and Harry was told off by Snape for keeping a book outside. We all agreed that it was stupid, but we discovered that he was limping. Later that day, Harry went to the Potions classroom to retrieve his book, and came back with a look of horror on his face. He told us that he saw that Snape's leg was bloody and mangled. Both Ron and Harry immediately assumed that he was trying to get past the three-headed dog, but both me and Hermione were skeptical. I'm sure Hermione was unsure because she liked a lot of the teachers, and I wanted to defend him because I couldn't shake the thought that we were similar.

Tomorrow was Harry's first quidditch match, and I was planning on attending it, even though I wasn't a huge fan of sports. Hermione was coming too.

In the morning, I sat next to harry in the great hall, who was feeling very nervous for his first match. We wished him luck and then headed down to the quidditch pitch.

I sat down in the gryffindor section next to Hermione and Ron. Madam Hooch was refereeing, and I saw the red and green players walk onto the field, brooms in hand. I could make out Harry among them.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and they were off.

Lee Jordan, the Weasley twins' friend, was doing the commentary for the match, and Sometimes he got off topic.

The gryffindors scored first, but nothing interesting happened until Harry's broom started to try to buck him off, and he was having trouble staying on.

"He must have lost control of the broom!" Ron yelled next to me. Hermione seized the binoculars off of the bench and started to scan the crowd.

"What are you—"

"Snape! Look, he's jinxing the broom!" Hermione thrusted the binoculars into my hands and I looked down at Snape, who was muttering under his breath.

"I got an idea. Stay here." I mutter, standing up and running back down the quidditch stands. I walk down and through the scaffolding until I reach the underneath of the teacher's area.

at first I didn't really know what to do, but then I pulled out my wand and muttered "Incendio!" And bright flames shot from the tip and into the stands. A sudden yelp from above told me that the job was done, and I returned to the nearest place where I could continue to observe the match. Harry was speeding toward the ground, and he hit the ground on all fours, holding his hand to his mouth as though he were going to be sick.

I swallowed uncomfortably and did the same. I watched him carefully, and he spat out something gold and shiny into his hands.

"I've got the snitch!" He yelled triumphantly. Before anyone else knew what was going on, I was yelling happily and clapping my hands.

We won.

After Harry had celebrated quite a bit with his team, the four of us made our way down to Hagrid's for a bit. He wouldn't buy the fact that Snape was jinxing the broom, but Harry mentioned the three headed dog, and that caught him off guard.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" He asked suspiciously.

Hagrid mentioned Nicolas Flamel after that, but I was still amazed that he could possibly name a three-headed killing machine something as cute and cuddly as Fluffy.