adored by him | *under editing*

first year × 7

Nadia rounded the corner to see Harry and Ron chatting with the infamous Weasley twins; Ron's older brothers. She immediately rushed over to them. "I'm so proud of you!" She squealed, wrapping him in her arms. "For a minute, I thought that you'd be packing your bags and heading straight home."

"So did I." Harry chuckled.

"First years never make the house team! You must be the first seeker in--" Ron started admirably but Harry cut him off.

"In a century. McGonagall told me." However, his grin faltered. Ron sighed, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

" Oh, go on, Harry! Quidditch is great, the best game there is!" Nadia nodded in agreement, grinning broadly. "And you'll be great too."

Harry shook his head. "But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?"

All of a sudden, Hermione appeared by Nadia's side. "You won't make a fool of yourself, Harry. It's in your blood." Harry looked at her strangely so she turned on her heel and silently gestured for them to follow her.

She lead them to a tremendous trophy case filled with rewards of all kinds. She then pointed to one in particular, a gold plaque positioned near the front. Harry looked in awe as Ron gaped. "Woah, Harry! You never told me that you're father was a seeker too!"

"I--I didn't know." Harry was lost for words seeing his father's name carved into a trophy.

"He'd be so proud of you, Harry." Nadia said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"It's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." Ron whispered to Harry, gaining a pointed look from Nadia as she began to walk with Hermione. Harry smiled.

As they were chatting amongst themselves, the staircase which they were climbing suddenly began to move. The girls gasped, latching onto the handrail. "Ahh!" Ron cried.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, panic shrill in his voice.

"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione answered just as it slowed to a stop in front of a strange door,

"Let's go this way." Harry suggested, pushing open the door.

Ron scurried after him. "Before the staircase changes again."

Hermione and Nadia shared a fearful look. They knew exactly where this door lead to. "Wait. Maybe we shouldn't--" Nadia started but the boys had already disappeared. Leaving no choice, the girls locked hands and followed them.

They arrived in a dark and eerie hallway. Nadia gulped. "Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked shakily.

"We're not supposed to be here!" Hermione snapped.

"This is the third floor! It's forbidden!" Nadia whisper-yelled. She had to admit that her curiosity was burning to find out why this floor was so forbidden but she knew it was wrong to be here.

Suddenly, a flame lit on a tall, stone support. At that very moment, the care taker's cat, Mrs Norris, came into view and mewed viciously. The quartet jumped.

"It's Filch's cat!" Ron panicked.

"Run!" Harry yelled. The group sprinted urgently, trying not to get caught. More flames lit as they ran. At the end of the corridor stood a door. Harry grabbed the handle but it wouldn't budge. "It's locked!"

"That's it, we're done for." Ron whined.

"Oh, move over!" Hermione huffed, pushing through the pair and taking out her wand. "Alohamora." She recited the spell flawlessly, rendering the door unlocked. The quartet rushed inside, letting out several sighs of relief.