𝑖'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑒 - ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑜𝑐

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

Harry, Ron and Ophelia were walking through the crowded halls, talking to each other.

Ophelia stopped paying attention as she heard Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by, talking about what she heard to be Harry.

"Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor seeker. I always knew he'd do well."

"Seeker?" Ophelia turned to look at Harry.

"But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." She trailed off, trying to think of the answer.

"A century, according to McGonagall." He answered, looking at her.

Fred and George quickly approached the trio, walking along.

"Hey, well done, Harry. Wood's just told us!" Fred spoke, looking at Harry.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron said, Ophelia nodding and looking at him.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." George said.

"Brutal. But nobody's died in years. Some will vanish occasionally." Fred finished, the two walking off.

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George called, them both giggling to each other.

"In years? So, that means it has happened, then?" Ophelia said, her face turning into a concerned expression.

"Oh, don't worry, they're just teasing." Ron replied, looking at the two.

"Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And, you'll be great too!" He finished off his sentence.

Hermione came up behind the three, knowing what they were talking about.

"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry asked, worried.

"You won't make a fool of yourself," Ophelia started, "it's in your blood." She looked over at Hermione as she finished her sentence for her.

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The four all approached a trophy case, and Hermonie pointed at a plaque of Quidditch players, as one lists Harry's father as a seeker.

"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker, too." Ron gasped in excitement.

"I didn't know." He replied, shrugging.

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Later on, the four are walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase tower. Suddenly, a railing pulls in, Hermione looked, but continued to walk.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." Ron said, talking to Harry.

"Who doesn't?"

Ophelia tuned out their voices, paying more attention to the thoughts racing around her head rather than whatever they were talking about.

She got snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Ron screaming, as well as the feeling of the staircase shuddering and moving.

Hermione gasped.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, panicking.

"The staircases, they change, remember?" Hermione answered, Ophelia nodding along.

The staircase stopped, this time facing towards a corridor.

Harry tapped Ron's shoulder, "This way."

"Before the staircase moves again." He mumbled in reply.