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Chapter Eleven ⚡️

Scene: Harry, (Y/N) and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.

Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker and (Y/N) Potter's the new Slytherin Seeker. I always knew they'd do well.

Ron: Seekers? But first years never make their house teams! You two must be the youngest Quidditch players in ...

Harry: A century, according to McGonagall.

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron, (Y/N) and Harry.

Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!

Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.

George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.

Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally...

George: Oh and (Y/N) your teams gonna get beat !

They break off from Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard. 

Fred: But they'll turn up in a month or two!!

Ron: Oh, go on, Harry,(Y/N) Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you two will be great, too! {Hermione jumps up from her work and comes to join them.} But we will beat your team (Y/N).

(Y/N): I'm not even mad because it's probably true {Ron laughs}

Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?

(Y/N): Oh Yeah we've never played before!

Hermione: You both won't make a fool of yourselves. It's in your blood.

Scene: The four approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists (Y/N) and Harry's father as a Seeker.

Ron: Whoa. Guys! you never told me your father was a Seeker, too.

Harry: W-we didn't know.

(Y/N): {sees Draco, Crabbe and Goyle} I should be heading off now, Bye

H.R.H: Bye!

Draco: Hey, I heard you made the team! And sorry for almost getting you into trouble.

(Y/N): Yeah But I have no idea how to play and it's okay.

Scene: Harry, Ron and Hermione are walking up a staircase. A railing pulls in...Hermione looks, but continues walking.

Ron: I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you two than you do.

Harry: Who doesn't?

The staircase shudders and begins to move. The three grab the railings.

Ron: Ahh!

Hermione: {Gasps.}

Harry: What's happening?

Hermione: The staircases change, remember? {The staircase stops, in a new place.}

Harry: {taps Ron} Let's go this way.

Ron: Before the staircase moves again. {They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark room.}

Harry: Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?

Hermione: We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden.

Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, the caretaker's cat, MRS. NORRIS, comes running in and meows. The group jumps.

Harry: Let's go.

{meow}

Ron: It's Filch's cat!

Harry: Run!

The group runs. Flames are lit as they go. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked.

Harry: It's locked!

Ron: That's it, we're done for!

Hermione: Oh, move over! {pushes through and pulls out wand} Alohomora. {The door opens.} Get in. {They bustle in.}

Ron: Alohomora?

Hermione: Standard book of spells, Chapter 7.

Filch appears at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him.

Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? {meow} Come on. {exit.}

Hermione: Filch is gone.

Ron: Probably thinks this door's locked.

Hermione: It was locked.

Harry: And for good reason. {Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog, FLUFFY, begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders.}

All: AHHHHHHH! {The three bolt, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run.}

Back in the Gryffindor room. They are breathless.

Ron: What do they think they're doing?? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school.

Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?

Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three! {they begin to climb the stairs to the dorms.}

Hermione: It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.

Harry: Guarding something?

Hermione: That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed...or worse, expelled! {turns and leaves, shutting the door to her dorms.}

Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!

Harry nods.