Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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OLIVER WOOD
As I reached the Fat Lady portrait, I said 'caput draconus' clearly and she let me through. I expected the common room to be empty, as the meal had already started, but Harry, Ron and Hermione were there, arguing about something.
"It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"What was?" I asked, walking up to them and dropping my heavy bag to the floor. They all looked at me with shocked expressions and Ron looked as thought he had seen an acromantula. They all relaxed once they had realised that it was only me.
"We were heading for the common room when the stairs moved and we accidentally ended up on the third floor," Hermione started, "we heard Filch coming so we hid behind a door and there was this huge, three-headed dog."
"It was huge," Ron piped in, earning a glare from Hermione.
"Anyway," Hermione continued, "it was standing over a trap door and I was telling the boys how it must be guarding something."
"A three-headed dog?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. The story seemed extremely far fetched but I had to remember that I lived in a magical world now where practically anything was possible.
"Yes. A big, black, three-headed dog," Harry confirmed, nodding his head frantically.
"And you think it's guarding something?" I questioned.
"Yes, that's right," Hermione nodded.
"Do you think it could be guarding that package Hagrid picked up at Gringott's?" I asked, mainly directing my question to Harry.
"Possibly," Harry shrugged, "But what was in it?"
"I don't know, but it must be something important if it was guarded in Gringott's and now Hogwarts," I replied.
"Maybe," Hermione nodded, heading towards the dormitories, "Now, if you three 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!" Hermione disappeared into the dorm and slammed the door shut in our faces.
"She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron tutted, earning a snicker from Harry. However, I thought she was quite wise. Being killed would be a lot better than getting expelled and going home, home to the Dursley's.
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"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker," Oliver informed Harry and I. The boys dropped the crate on the floor and Oliver opened it up, "There are three kinds of balls." He bent down and picked up a deep red one. It was rather battered and had loose threads at every seam.
