In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 31: Halloween.

Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry, Ron and I were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. By the next morning Harry, Ron and I thought that meeting the three-headed dog had been an excellent adventure, and we were quite keen to have another one. I had missed going on crazy dangerous adventures with my best friends. In the meantime, Harry and I filled Ron in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and we spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection. "It's either really valuable or really dangerous," said Ron. "Or both," added Harry.

But all we 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. I couldn't blame him. If I wasn't a demigod, I would have been traumatized.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she still talked to me. Only when needed though. All we wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to our great delight, such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later.

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall, as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by two long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Each. Harry and I were just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped them right in front of us, knocking my bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcels.

Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousands, but I don't want everybody knowing you two have gotten 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 McGonagall

Harry and I had difficulty hiding our happiness as he handed the note to Ron to read.

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

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 and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.

"That's a broomstick," he threw it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. It was quite funny. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, you too Gray, first years aren't allowed them."

Ron couldn't resist it.

"They're not any old broomsticks," he said. "They're Nimbus Two Thousands. What did you say you've got at home, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry and I. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league 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."

Before Ron could answer(or more specifically, I got punch that idiot,) Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" He squeaked. I cleared my throat. "And girl."

"Potter and Gray have been sent broomsticks, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry and I. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter and Gray. And what model is it?"