𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

6 || The First Match

November had arrived, and that meant cold weather and, of course, Quidditch. Not very many people knew about me and Harry, and Wood had us practicing so hard that most mornings Hermione had to violently shake me awake.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and I were shivering outside in the cold, so Hermione conjured up a bright blue flame that could be held in a jar. I was holding Harry's Quidditch Through the Ages book, skimming through the fouls section, when Professor Snape started to stride towards us.

"Hermione, put out the fire!" Ron hissed, and Hermione hid the jar underneath her robes. I stood in front of her to block Snape's vision.

"What's that you've got there, Dream?" I showed him the book.

"It's Harry's, I-"

"Did you get this book from the library, Potter?" Harry nodded.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," Snape said. We were only just outside the arched hallway, but he snatched the book out of my hands. "Five points from Gryffindor."

"He made that rule up!" Harry said indignantly. Snape walked away, and we noticed he had a slight limp.

"I wonder what's wrong with his leg," I murmured.

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

Later that night, the four of us were studying in the common room, when Harry stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to go try to get my book back," he said. I stood up too, and stretched.

"I'll come too."

Harry led me to the staff room, which I didn't know existed, and knocked. Silence. He knocked again. Nothing. I huffed and flung the door open.

"Can Harry have his-" I stopped as Harry grabbed my arm and pointed. Snape and Filch were in the room, alone, and Snape was showing a nasty injury on his leg to Filch, who was trying to clean it.

"Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" I tried to shut the door quietly, but Snape noticed us.

"POTTER! DREAM!"

"Harry was just wondering if he could have his-"

"OUT! OUT!"

We left before he could give us detentions or take house points away, panting, we found ourselves in an unfamiliar hallway.

"The dog," we said together.

"Snape was trying to get the package!" Harry exclaimed.

"He must've let the troll in on Halloween as a diversion," I said slowly. "And then tried to get past the three-headed dog!"

"So what's it guarding?" Harry pondered.

"I don't know, but we'd better get back, we have Quidditch tomorrow." I started off down the hallway, not really knowing where we were.

"Do you know where we are?" Harry snickered. I put my hands on my hips.

"You take us back, if you're so clever." Harry looked around and shrugged.

"I got nothing."

I sighed and tried to go back the way we came, but heard someone (probably Snape) leaving the staff room, and had no desire to deal with him.

"What do we do?" I asked Harry. "I really don't want to run into Snape."

"Maybe we should-"

"Potter, Dream," McGonagall came around the corner, flanked by Professor Snape. Harry and I tensed up.