Diverse - HARRY POTTER

Edward - 2

year 2 

Saturday – 8th of May – 10 am

After the whole chaos of Hagrid being the heir of Slytherin and someone having stolen Harry's diary, I am glad to be playing quidditch today and having – at least one- normal day. We were all sitting across from each other, I beside Harry and Ron and Hermione directly across. We are trying to figure out who stole from us.

I looked at the window and the conditions were perfect. No wind, rain, or snow. Just clear skies and warm air. Then a hand clapped down on my shoulder and I noticed on Harry's also. "Perfect Quidditch conditions!" said Wood enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, loading the team's plates with scrambled eggs. "Harry and Ed, buck up there, you both need a decent breakfast."

Of course, it was Wood, who else would it be. " Don't worry Oliver, we're always ready." Satisfied with my reply Oliver left and began eating his breakfast.

Hermione and Ron accompanied us to collect our quidditch things. We had just set foot on the marble staircase when harry began shouting. The three of us jumped away from him, not knowing what he was about to do.

"The voice!" said Harry, looking over his shoulder. "I just heard it again – didn't you?"

"Harry, mate," I said to him breathing heavily "we never hear what you do." but Hermione clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Harry – I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!"

And she sprinted away, up the stairs.

"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice has come from.

"Loads more than I do," said Ron, shaking his head.

"But why's she got to go to the library?" I asked.

"Because that's what Hermione does," said Ron, shrugging. "When in doubt, go to the library." I laughed at his saying.

"come on Harry it's nearly 11." And I took off up the rest of the stairs. We reached our room and I grabbed my comet 290. We were sprinting now but I know Wood will literally kill us if we are late.

The teams walked onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goalposts; Madam Hooch raised the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics.

I had just mounted my broom when Professor McGonagall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.

My heart dropped like a stone.

"This match has been canceled," Professor McGonagall called through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.

So much for a normal day, I thought bitterly.

"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play – the Cup – Gryffindor –"

Professor McGonagall ignores him and continued to shout through her megaphone:

"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!"

Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry and me over to her.

"Potter, Cane, I think you'd better come with me...."