- You should try out-

I run up to Harry and Ron, "Hello Seeker, good to know you weren't expelled."

"Seeker? But first years never make the house teams. You must be the youngest player in-" Ron starts

"A century, according to McGonagall" Harry interrupts as the Weasley twins appear on either side of the three of us.

"Hey, well done ,Harry."

"Wood's just told us"

"Fred and George are on the team. Beaters." Ron explains.

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

"Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone vanishes occasionally."

"But they'll turn up in a month or two." He yells as Ron and Harry walk the other way.

"Sounds delightful." I look at the twins.

"Surprised the Slytherin team hasn't tried to bag you. They're looking for a chaser."

"Well, I didn't decide to mount a broom for the first time just  to fly after someone. So guess that won't be happening."

"Shame, I would've loved playing against you." One of them smiles. "Oh Im Fred, by the way. That's George."

"Jade." I smile. "The other Potter."

"Oh we know who you are." George states and I look at him confused.

"Slytherin's Princess. Potion's connoisseur. Malfoy's new bestie."

"I am not Malfoy's new bestie."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation or the ability to make objects fly. Do you have your feathers? Good. Now don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone."

We all pick up our wands and copy his movement, "Swish and flick. Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then."

"Wingardium Leviosa." Malfoy tries and fails. I laugh.

"Something funny, Potter?"

"Yes. Very funny... and it looks a bit like you." I point at his face.

He scoffs, shoving his feather, "You do it then."

"Alright, watch and learn young Malfoy." I clear my throat before swishing and flicking, " Wingardium Leviosa." The feather starts to levitate.

"Show off." Malfoy grumbles.

"Well done Miss Potter. Splendid."  Flitwick exclaims.

I turn to Malfoy with a smug look on my face.

"Honestly you Potters. Did you hear about your brother? Youngest seeker." He rolls his eyes.

"Yes. Youngest player in a century as he likes to remind me."

"You need to try out for the team, we can't have the Gryffindors rubbing this in our faces."

"I don't even know how to fly Malfoy, how's that going to work?" I tilt my head at him.

"I'll teach you. I'll let Flint know, they've been looking for a chaser."

"Yeah, the Weasley twins told me."

"Come on Potter. Im sure Professor Snape will be onboard too. I don't think he likes your brother very much."

"Ye-" I start but there's an explosion on the other side of the room.

I look over as my brother states. "I think we're going to need another feather over here."

...

"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar." I overhear Ron mock. "She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends." I watch as Hermione knocks past him, clearly having heard everything too.

"I think she heard you." Harry states.

I turn to Malfoy and the others, "Um I've got to go somewhere. I'll catch up with you in a minute."

"Where are you going?"

"Save me a seat!" I call out, rushing after Hermione. I follow her into the girls bathroom, the sound of a faint sob comes from one of the stalls.

"Hermione, is that you?" I ask.

"Come to make fun of me too? Go away!"

"Uh no." I lean against her stall, "I was coming to check if you were alright. I heard what Weasley said, and it's not true you know."

"No he's right, I don't have any friends." she sobs.

I sigh, "Well, what about us? We can be friends, if you like?"

"Why would you want to be friends with me? You're a Slytherin and I'm a muggleborn."

"I don't see how my house and your blood status has anything to do with this. It definitely wouldn't have been an issue in the muggle world." I huff. "Um, I saw you reading The Hobbit, I love that book. Have you read Lord of the Rings too?"

She's silent for a minute before answering, "Yes, but I much preferred the Hobbit. What do you think about Jane Austen? Have you read her books?"

"Love her. I've only read a couple of her book as Uncle Vernon never let me buy too many, said it was a waste of time and money."

I hear Hermione scoff behind the stall.

"You know who you remind me of?" I ask.

"Who?"

"Mathilda by Roald Dahl"

She doesn't reply, but then the stall unlocks and she appears, her eyes blotchy from crying.

"I think that is my current favourite book." She smiles.

"It is an excellent book. .. You okay now?" I ask as she nods. I pull her in for a hug, "Friends then?"

"Friends." She smiles, her face then drops at something behind me.

"What is it?

"Troll!"

I spin around, looking up at a massive troll it starts coming closer and raising it's club.

"Go. move ." I push Hermione back into the stall but the Troll hits the top of the stall off , we scream as wood lands on us.

"Hermione, Jade, Move!" Harry yells, we try to crawl along the stalls but the Troll keeps attacking them

"Help! Help!" Hermione yells.

"Hey, Pea brain." Ron calls out, distracting the troll we crawl under the sinks. Unfortunately the Troll notices and hits its club right next to us. We scream.

Harry grabs onto the Troll's club, landing on his shoulders, he puts his wand up the trolls nose.

"Ugh." I scrunch my nose as the Troll grabs Harry, holding him upside down. 

"Do something!" He yells

"What?" Ron looks around

"Anything!"

"Swish and flick." I watch Hermione demonstrate as Ron pulls out his wand

" Wingardium Leviosa." the club levitates out the trolls hand, before landing on it's head, knocking it out. "Cool." Ron exclaims.

I stand up, holding out my hand for Hermione. We walk towards the unconscious troll to the boys. "Is it dead?" Hermione asks.

"Probably just knocked out." I tell her as Harry pulls his wand out it's nose. Professor McGonagall rushes in, gasping at the sight of the troll. The other Professors come in after.

"Oh my goodness! Explain yourselves, both of you!" She points at the boys, not noticing us.

"Well, what it is-"

"It's my fault, Professor McGonagall." Hermione interrupts.

"Miss Granger?"

"Hermione wha-" I whisper

"I went looking for the troll. I read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry, Jade and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead."

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would've expected more rational behaviour and am very disappointed in you. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor, for your serious lack of judgement." Professor McGonagall looks at the boys, "As for you two gentlemen, I just hope you realise how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Same goes to you ,Miss Potter. Five points.. Will be awarded to each of you... for sheer dumb luck."

I smile at Hermione. "Thanks."

"Perhaps you ought to go. It might wake up." Professor Quirrell, laughs nervously.

As the three of them head back with Professor McGonagall, Snape takes me to the Slytherin common room.

"Miss Potter, I heard you were interested in joining the Quidditch team." He start the conversation.

"Oh, not really, who told you that?." I look at him

"A certain Slytherin."

"Hmm I just think they don't like the fact Harry got on the team in first year."

"Very well then. I just thought you'd want to know, if you were interested in trying out. I would grant permission for you to get some flying practice beforehand."

"Really? I mean I heard they need a Chaser."

"Yes and the first match is next week, so If I were you I'd start practising." He states as we stop outside the common room. "Good Night, Miss Potter.