Supernatural and the Philosopher's Stone

Halloween

The Malfoys couldn't believe their eyes they saw that we were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired, but perfectly cheerful.

"It's either really valuable or really dangerous," Ron said.

"Or both," Harry said.

"What?" I asked.

"Given your knowledge of mysterious things and objects, do you know what that dog was guarding?" Ron looked at me.

"I don't. I'm sorry. I have no idea what that dog was guarding," I said.

But as we all knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, we didn't have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues.

Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to us, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that we saw this is an added bonus.

"Just don't pull what we pulled last night ever again," Dean said. "Sammy and I had a heck of a time falling asleep."

I nodded.

As owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by two long, thin packages carried by twelve large screech owls. Harry and I were just as interested as everyone else was to see what was in these large parcels, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of us, knocking Harry's bacon to the floor and my ham covered in pancake batter. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped two letters on the parcels.

Harry gave one to me that had my name on it. We ripped open the first letter, which was lucky, because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Silver Arrow, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.
Professor M. McGonagall

Harry and I looked at each other as Harry handed Ron his note and I handed Dean mine.

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

"You've got a Silver Arrow?" Dean looked at me, then Sam.

"Hey, if Oliver says it's fit for a Beater..." I smiled.

We left the Hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomsticks in private before our first class, but halfway across the entrance hall we found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe, Goyle, and the Malfoys. Draco seized the package from Harry and felt it. As did Hestia with mine.

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

Hestia threw back mine to me.

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 at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same leage 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 brothers have to save up twig by twig."