𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 || Harry J. Potter [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8 ✎

"Oh, this is just from earlier when I punched Ron in the face."
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Jillianna's POV

Merlins left sock, I would've died to have seen Malfoy's face again when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. It was hilarious!

In the meantime, Harry filled Ron and I in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and we spent a lot of time wondering what could need such heavy protection.

"It's either really valuable or really dangerous." said Ron.

"Or both," added Harry

"It has to be. If you need a three-headed dog guarding it." I deadpanned.

We only knew the package was 2 inches long, so 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.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but as she was such a bossy know-it-all to them, they saw this as a bonus. All we wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to our great delight, just the 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 a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls.

I was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was shocked when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor.

That was good bacon. Anyway.

They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.

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 Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got 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 had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron to read, and then me.

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

"It's the best racing broom so far!!" I said excitingly.

We left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before our first class, but halfway across the entrance hall, we were stopped by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them."

"You better leave before I jinx you again." I growled. Malfoy took a step back, which I was satisfied with. Ron couldn't resist it. "It's not any old broomstick," he blurted, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand."