The day we met

The keyroom

'What's taking him so long?' Harry asks. He walks back and forth through the hall. 'You asked that five minutes before, and you get the same answer as then: he's probably already on his way back,' Hermoine says. She and Ron get irritated by Harry. 'I should go look for him,' Harry says. 'No, Harry. That won't make him faster. And what you do now, neither,' Ron says. 

Harry sighs and sits on the ground, against a wall. 'He'll be okay,' Hermoine says and she sits next to Harry. She puts an arm around him. 'I'm sure of that,' she adds. 

Then they hear footsteps. They're quickly come closer and closer. And there I stand, in front of them. Harry stands up. 'What took you so long?' he asks. 'Hey, Harry,' I say laughing. 'I'm the next Slytherin Seeker!' I add. 'That's great, Draco! I'm so glad for you!' Harry says. I can see that he means it. 

'How did the match go?' Ron asks. 'Right. Gryffindor won, I caught the Snitch!' I say. Harry, Ron, and Hermoine are glad to hear that. 'I guess we're ready to go then', Hermoine says. We agree and then we walk further.

Another door. I sigh. 'How many doors does Dumbledore need to protect a Stone?' I ask. Harry chuckles. Hermoine sighs laughing. 'ALOHOMORA!' The door opens. Harry goes in first. 

'Wow...' he says unbelievable. Hermoine, Ron, and I walk in too. Ron immediately runs to the next door. Hermoine stands next to him. 'ALOHOMORA!' he tries. The door stays locked. 

'Nice try, Ron', Hermoine says and she puts an arm around Ron's shoulder. I look through the room. 'It's full of... birds', I say. 'I guess they aren't birds, Draco. I think that they're keys-' 'and one of them fits that door!' Ron says, interrupting Hermoine. 'Hmm... it's an old sort of metal...' Hermoine says. We look up, searching for a key that could fit. 

Suddenly Harry points to the air. 'There! That big one with that broken wing!' he says. I see which one he means. 'But how do we get it?' I ask. We all look around. Harry's eyes catch a broomstick. He walks to it. 'It's too easy...' he mutters. He grabs the broom and immediately the keys become aggressive. Harry gets up and floats for a second, searching for the key. 

Soon, the other keys come his way and he must flee. Harry hoarse his broom and flies through the room, being chased by like a hundred different keys. Only the one we need flies in front of him. Harry's eyes don't lose it any second. He sticks out his arm and... he catches the key! He flies above us and throws it at us. 'Open up!' he says. Hermoine opens the door and walks through it, followed by Ron and me. Harry makes one last looping and flies eventually through the door, after which Hermoine closes it behind us. We can hear the sound of metal against the wood on the other side. Harry steps of the broom and throws it away.