Harry Potter and the Little Prince

Chapter 5- The Game Is On

The next day was the big Quidditch match, and Harry was at a loss for words to explain why it was called Quidditch. He tried to figure it out himself, and eventually the match started. There were no words, just the sound of the boys singing and the excitement. It made him feel like he was in a magic school.

“Yeah, I’m in Quidditch,” Harry said. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to try and beat Quidditch in the first round.”

As he and the team got ready, the Weasley twins arrived with a group of Aurors, who all had their masks on. One of them had a broom stick sticking out of his hand and said, “You know, I’ve never seen anyone get a broom stick out of a broom before.”

“Yeah, it’s just a broom,” Harry said.

The Aurors looked at each other in surprise, and one by one they turned to face Harry. “You’re right,” one of the Aurors said.

“So,” Harry said, looking out the window to make sure they were in the right place, “Why are you here?”

George smiled at Harry, “Because you’re here. Because you’re Harry Potter. And Harry Potter’s like the best.”

“Also,” added Fred, “Because we’re investigating a crime you did not commit.”

George’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure who was behind this crime, but if you’d been able to identify them before I was here, you’d probably be able to stop me from doing it now.”

“Well, I’m in Quidditch,” Harry said. “Not a Quidditch coach, just a broomstick. A broomstick that is about to be broken or destroyed.”

The Aurors were shocked at the statement.

“Well then, Harry, I think I can tell you who it is,” George said. “The person who committed the unforgivable act of being a prat.”

“A prat?” asked Harry, shocked. “Are you saying someone’s a prat? Like a person who eats the flesh, uses poisons, steals from the dead?”

“Of course, but not just anyone who steals, kills, or causes harm to people. This person did it to the Ministry itself,” George said, taking another deep breath. “Which makes it treasonous, and therefore, an act of war. So if you could catch this person before you die, I would appreciate it. Do you understand?”

“Of course,” Harry answered, “But who is this person?”

“Oh,” George said, “It could be anybody.”

Fred elaborated, “But we have evidence pointing to one person. A name you already know, Draco Malfoy.”

Harry’s head hurt again. He was very familiar with the Malfoy name. He knew Draco’s name in his dreams, and in other ways as well. “Are you certain it’s Draco Malfoy? The one in the robes?”

“That is right,” George said. “He is an employee of Lord Voldemort. He is part of the Dark Lord’s plans, the mastermind behind many of the worst actions of the Dark Lord, and he is a very dangerous prat. In a few days, we will arrest him for trial and possibly death. And the entire Ministry is going to fall upon him, no questions asked. The only thing they won’t do is let him off scot-free.”

Harry was horrified. “Oh, my God,” he said in disbelief, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

George shook his head. “It’s not funny. It’s not funny at all, Fred.”

Fred shook his head as well.

Before Harry could respond, Professor McGonagall stepped out of the shadows. Harry had forgotten about her, but it made him wonder what she would say.