Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (Part 1)

(Jared's POV)

At the wreckage site of the DeLorean....

No one is there but Marty, Jennifer, and I.

"You two are right. There's not much left." Jennifer said.

"Doc's never comin' back. I'm sure gonna miss him, Jen, Jared." Marty said, picking up a torn piece of paper from the mess.

It's a picture, torn in half, of Doc at the clock tower in 1885, probably the one Marty and I took from 1955.

"Same." I said, as the other half of the picture is missing. "Doc Brown, he reminds me so much of the Doctor, Marty."

Suddenly the rail crossing bells start ringing but there is no train in either direction. Jennifer, Marty, and I turn from one direction to the other, puzzled.

"What the hell?" Marty asked.

Suddenly there is a huge 'boom' and Marty, Jennifer, and I are thrown back ten feet and we land in the grass. A shiny train, with 'ELB' written on the side, appears. Out of the cab window, Doc pops his head out. He is wearing a tuxedo-ish outfit with a tophat, his hair combed now.

"Doc!" Marty said, excitedly.

"Marty! Jared!" Doc said, looking between Marty and I.

"Doc! Doc!" Marty said, getting excited.

"What's up, Doc?" I asked, walking up to the time train.

"Marty! Jared! It runs on steam and the Time Vortex!" Doc said, opening the doors of the train and he and Clara stood in the 'doorway'. "Meet the family. Clara, you know."

Clara appears next to Doc, "Hi, Marty and Jared!"

"Ma'am!" Marty said, happily.

"It's good to see you, Clara. Did you meet mine?" I asked, looking at Clara.

"I did. She was good, Jared." Clara said, looking at me. "Emmett, our kids."

"Right. These are our boys!" Doc said, as two young boys stepped into sight. One looks about ten, the other six or seven. "Jules, and Verne! Boys, this is Marty, Jennifer, and Jared."

"Doc, we thought we'd never see you again!" Marty said, worried.

"Same. I was afraid of that vortex manipulator being fried and you being stuck in the past." I said, sadly.

"Can't keep a good scientist down. After all, I had to come back for Einstein, and I didn't want both of you to be worried about me." Doc said, and Clara handed him two things wrapped in two sets of brown paper. "Oh. I brought the two of you little souvenirs."

Doc stoops down from the train but doesn't get off, and gives the gifts to Marty and I. Marty and I ripped them open. Inside are framed photos of Marty, Doc, and I at the clock tower in 1885.

"It's great Doc. Thanks!" Marty said, looking down at his framed photo.

"Yeah. Thanks. A framed photo and a hoverboard." I said, holding my framed photo.

"Doctor Brown?" Jennifer asked, taking out the Cusco FAX from her pocket, holding out for Doc to see. "I brought this note back from the future and...now it's erased!"

"Of course it's erased!" Doc yelled.

Jennifer looks puzzled, "But what does that mean?"

"It means that your future hasn't been written yet. No ones' has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one. All of ya!" Doc said, looking at Marty, Jennifer, and I.

"We will, Doc!" Marty said, firmly, waving.

"Stand back!" Doc said, as the doors close. "All right, boys, buckle up!"

"Hey, Doc...where ya goin' now? Back to the future?" Marty asked.

"Nope." Doc said, from the cab window, he shakes his head. "Already been there! And Jared, please be careful at Trenzalore! You'll need it!"

"I will, Doc! I promise." I said, and Doc waves at Marty, Jennifer, and I below. "I'll be careful!"

Marty, Jennifer, and I wave back, and the time train rises into the air and suddenly gains speed and disappears.

River Song appeared right in front of us in a flash of blue light and she walked up to me for a hug, "Hello, darling. Marty. Jennifer."

"River?" Marty asked.

"Professor Song?" Jennifer asked.

I placed the framed photo Doc gave me inside my backpack.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, while River was typing in coordinates into a vortex manipulator and tossed it to me. "Where will this take me?"

"Platform 9 ¾." River said, as I wrapped the vortex manipulator onto my wrist. "Enjoy the world of Harry Potter, darling."

"I will. River. I promise." I said, and I teleported away in a flash of blue light after pressing a button on the vortex manipulator.

King's Cross Station...

I appeared in a flash of blue light and I spotted Harry Potter and Hagrid nearby, with the two up on a crossing bridge, Harry, with his cart of his baggage, equipment and Hedwig, walked beside Hagrid.

"Hey, Hagrid." I said, walking towards Hagrid when a couple looked at him suspiciously. "River gave me space-time coordinates for here."

"That friend of yours, Jared. She is a clever one." Hagrid said, checking his watch. "Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you with Jared. Dumbledore will be wanting his, uh... well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here are your tickets." He hands the train tickets to Harry and I. "Stick to it, Harry, Jared, those are very important. Stick to your tickets."

Harry looked at his ticket as I looked down at my ticket.

"'Platform 9¾?' But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9¾. There's no such thing, is there?" Harry asked, looking up to see that Hagrid had vanished and the wizard was all alone with his cart with me standing next to him. "Jared, what do we do now?"

"Harry, I wasn't expecting to end up here. I thought I would be somewhere else. Not here." I said, walking down a lane between trains with Harry. "Can't believe Mels put me up to this."

"Your friend. What is she like?" Harry asked, when a man rushed by.

"Sorry." A man said, sadly.

Harry sees a guard, "Excuse me, excuse me."

"Right on your left, madam." The guard said.

"Excuse me, sir. Can you tell us where we might find Platform 9¾?" Harry asked.

"'9¾'?" The guard asked, incredulous. "Think you're being funny, do ya?" He walks off, muttering to himself. "9¾."

Harry and I then notice a woman, daughter, and four boys walking by, pushing carts.

"It's the same year after year. Always packed with Muggles, of course." Mrs. Weasley said, annoyed.

"Muggles?" Harry asked, looking at me.

"They're people who can't use magic." I said, smiling..

"Come on. Platform 9¾ this way! All right, Percy, you first." Mrs. Weasley said.

A tall boy with red hair, called Percy, comes forward and runs towards a brick wall. Amazingly, he disappears right into it. Harry is amazed.

"Fred, you next." Mrs. Weasley said.

"He's not Fred, I am!" George said, angrily.

"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother." Fred said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, George." Mrs. Weasley said, as Fred moves towards the wall.

"I'm only joking. I am Fred." Fred said, running through the wall and is followed by his twin brother.

Harry shakes his head in disbelief, "Excuse me! C-could you tell us how to...?"

"How to get on the platform? Yes, not to worry, dears. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." Mrs. Weasley said, looking at a red haired boy, called Ron, who smiles. "Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

"Good luck." Ginny said, happily.

"I can do this. I can do this. It's like a perception filter." I said, taking a breath with Harry and the two of us ran to the wall.

We shut our eyes and emerged on the other side of a magnificent station at Platform 9¾ with a red train, which is the Hogwarts Express, and bundles of people.

A whistle blows, and Harry and I sigh with relief.

"Jared, that worked." Harry said, as I grabbed his hand.

The Hogwarts Express...

The train is travelling through the countryside. Harry is sitting with me in a train compartment, and Ron appears in the doorway.

"Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full." Ron said.

"Nope. You can sit here." I said, placing a chocolate chip cookie into my mouth.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." Ron said, sitting across from Harry and I.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said.

"And I'm Jared Shay. I'm a friend of Harry." I said, placing another chocolate chip cookie into my mouth.

Ron goes agape, "So-so it's true! I mean, Harry, do you really have the... the...?"

"The what?" Harry asked.

"The scar?" Ron asked, whispering.

"Oh." Harry said, lifting up his hair bangs to reveal the scar on his forehead.

"Wicked!" Ron said, and a trolley came by the compartment, full of sweets.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" A woman asked.

"No, thanks. I'm all set." Ron said, holding up his mushed sandwiches and smacking his lips.

"We'll take the lot!" Harry said, pulling out coins.

"Whoa!" Ron said, in awe.

A bit later, Harry, Ron, and I are now sitting together, eating bundles of sweets.

"I thought the candy in the TARDIS was good. But the candy here is so good." I said, looking at the candy associated with the Harry Potter world.

Ron's rat, Scabbers, is perched on Ron's knee, a box over his head.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" Harry asked.

"They mean every flavour! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!" Ron said, excitedly.

Harry quickly takes the bean he was chewing out of his mouth.

"These aren't real frogs, are they?" Harry asked, picking up a blue and gold package.

"It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about 500 meself." Ron said, while Harry opens the package, and a chocolate frog jumps onto the window and climbs up. "Watch it!" The frog reaches the open gap in the window and jumps out. "Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with."

"I've got Dumbledore!" Harry said, seeing Dumbledore's image in the card.

"I got about six of him." Ron said, sadly.

"Six?" I asked, placing another Harry Potter candy into my mouth.

Harry looks at the card again, but Dumbledore has vanished, "Hey, he's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" Ron asked, and Scabbers squeaks. "This is Scabbers, by the way. Pathetic, isn't he?"

"Just a little bit." Harry said, frowning.

"Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?" Ron asked.

"Yeah!" Harry said, excitedly.

"Sure. Why not?" I asked.

"Ahem. Sun..." Ron said, clearing his throat.

A girl called Hermione Granger, with bushy brown hair, dressed in robes, appears at the doorway, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

"No." Ron said.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then." Hermione said.

"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" Ron said, clearing his throat and zapping Scabbers, but nothing happened, so he shrugs.

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me. For example..." Hermione said, going over and sits across from Harry as she points her wand at his glasses and the Boy Who Lived tenses. "Oculus Reparo." The tape on the noseband vanishes, repairing his glasses as if they were good as new. Harry takes them off, amazed. "That's better, isn't it? Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you are...?"

"I'm Ron Weasley." Ron said, with his mouth full.

"Pleasure." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"And I'm Jared Shay. I travel pretty much everywhere. I wasn't expecting to hang out at Hogwarts for a while." I said, smiling.

"That is good to know. Harry, Ron, you two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon. I assume..." Hermione said, getting up and leaves, then comes back and looks at Ron. "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there."

Hermione points to the dirt mark on Ron's nose. Ron scratches his nose, embarrassed.

Hogsmeade station...

It is nighttime while the train blows its whistle and pulls into outside the station. Hagrid walks along the side aisle, with a lantern. People, in their robes, begin pouring out of the train. I am wearing my hoodie and jeans with my TARDIS key around my neck.

"Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" Hagrid said, as Harry and Ron, now in their robes, walk up to him with me. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey, Hagrid." Harry said, happily.

"Hey." I said, looking at Hagrid. "How was it waiting out there for them?"

"It was long." Hagrid said, smiling. "TARDIS key. Clever. You should stay hidden from others with that key."

"Right. I'll feel out of place as I received a message from my psychic paper from Dumbledore. He told me what I should do."

"Whoaa!" Ron said, at a loss for words.

"Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me." Hagrid said.

Later, a large number of boats are plugging across a vast lake, where up ahead there is a huge castle, known as the Hogwarts Castle, can be seen. People and I are in awe.

"Wicked." Ron said.

We continue on further towards the castle.

Hogwarts...

The first-year students and I walk in the castle, and up the staircase. I looked over to see that on a higher level, Professor McGonagall is waiting. She taps her fingers on a stone railing, and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers with me remaining hidden behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." McGonagall said, as a scared looking boy called Neville Longbottom, spots his toad sitting near her.

"Ribbiting." I said, and Neville jumped forward. "This could be one of the more relaxing adventures next to hanging around with Marty and Doc."

"Trevor!" Neville said, while he catches his toad and McGonagall stares down at him as some of the students laugh. "Sorry."

Neville backs away, embarrassed.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." McGonagall said, while she leaves to go into the Great Hall.

A young evil looking boy, with short blonde hair, called Draco Malfoy, speaks up.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Draco said, as some of the students are heard whispering, "Harry Potter?" Draco introduces his two friends. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron snickers at his name. "Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Draco extends his hand to Harry.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry said, not going to take Draco's arrogance.

"Same." I said, and Draco glared at Harry. "I still can't believe all this is real."

McGonagall returns and taps Draco on the shoulder with a paper. He leaves Harry with one last glare.

"We're ready for you now. Follow me." McGonagall said.

The Great Hall...

Professor McGonagall leads everyone and I through two large doors which go to the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with thousands of students, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky.

"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Hermione said.

"I thought it was amazing knowing this from watching the movies. But in person. This is a sight to see." I said, while McGonagall leads the first years to the front where the Sorting Hat lies on the stool.

I walked over to the nearby wall to keep hidden from the students for now, knowing this is their time, not mine.

"All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." McGonagall said, as Dumbledore rose from the main table.

"I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch..." Dumbledore said, showing a ragged old man, called Mr. Argus Filch, with his cat with red eyes, called Mrs. Norris. "...has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death." I removed the TARDIS key around my neck, placing it inside my pocket, knowing it's safe for my presence to be known. "We have a special guest today, Jared Shay, he is entrusted to look after some people he calls the Golden Trio. Thank you."

Dumbledore sits back down.

"When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger." McGonagall said.

"Oh, no. Okay, relax." Hermione said, talking to herself as she went up to the Sorting Hat.

"Mental, that one, I'm telling you." Ron said, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"Nope. She's brilliant. And so are you, Ron and Harry. You three just don't know it yet." I said, while Hermione sits on the stool and McGonagall places the sorting hat on her head. "I know how this story starts and how it ends."

"Ah, right then... hmm... right. Okay. Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat said.

The students cheer; Hermione jumps off with a smile.

"Draco Malfoy." McGonagall said, as Draco saunters up proudly.

The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Draco's head.

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat said, and the students cheer, not as loudly.

"There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." Ron said.

"Susan Bones." McGonagall said.

A small redhead, named Susan Bones, walks up to the Sorting Hat. Harry looks around and notices a black greasy haired, pale man, called Severus Snape, giving him sinister looks. His scar hurts.

"Ahh!" Harry said, putting his hand on his forehead in pain.

"Harry? Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine." Harry said, sadly.

"Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat said.

"Ronald Weasley." McGonagall said, while Ron gulps and walks up.

Ron sits down and the hat is put on.

"Ha! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat said, as the students cheered as Ron sighs in relief.

"Harry Potter." McGonagall said, and everything goes silent.

Harry walks up and sits down on the stool.

The Sorting Hat is placed on Harry's head, "Hmm... difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh, yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?"

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!" Harry said, whispering to the hat.

"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness! There's no doubt about that. No?" The Sorting Hat asked.

"Please, not Slytherin... anything but Slytherin." Harry said, still whispering.

"Well, if you're sure. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

There is an immense cheering and Harry gets sent to the Gryffindor table.

"We got Potter! We got Potter!" Fred and George said, at the same time.

Harry sat down at the table and I walked up to the table to sit next to him. He looks at Dumbledore, who lifts up his goblet and slightly waves it, as if he was wishing congratulations. I took out a box of Pocky to snack on them.

Later, when all of the first years were sorted in their houses, all of the students were talking to each other.

McGonagall dings on a cup, "Your attention, please."

"Let the feast... begin." Dumbledore said, rising from his chair.

Food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.

"Wow." Harry said, while Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in.

Ron stuffs his face.

"Do you want to know who Dumbledore meant by the Golden Trio? The people I am supposed to look after?" I asked.

"I don't know." Harry said, frowning.

"It doesn't make any sense." Ron said.

"Let me take a guess. It's me, Harry, and Ron." Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah. It is. I guess it's due to me knowing the future and you three being heroes. Dumbledore thought you needed protecting." I said, letting out a sigh.

"I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out." Seamus said, as Neville laughed.

On the other side of Harry, he is sitting next to Percy. He leans over.

"Say, Percy, Jared, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked.

"Oh. Professor Snape. He's the head of the Slytherin house." I said, taking out a box of Pocky to snack on them.

"What's he teach?"

"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years." Percey said.

Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out, "Ahh!"

"Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor." Nick said.

Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.

"Whoo-hoo-hoo!" Bloody Baron said.

"Look, it's the Bloody Baron!" A girl said, excitedly.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?" Percy asked.

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied." Nick said, beginning to leave.

"I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!" Ron said, happily.

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind."

"'Nearly' headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asked.

"Like this." Nick said, grabbing his head and pulling it to the side.

Nick's head is hanging on just by a thread.

"Ahh!" Ron said, terrified.

Hermione moans in disgust, Harry just simply rolls his eyes, and I'm laughing a lot. Nick reattaches his head back to his body.

Hogwarts...

Later, Percy and I are leading the Gryffindors to the staircase tower.

"Gryffindors, follow us, please. Keep up. Thank you." Percy said.

"Ravenclaws, follow me. This way." A boy said.

"This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change." Percy said.

"Yeah." I said, while I looked over to see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places. "This is an amazing sight. I know. Just keep up with Percy and I. Follow us. Quickly. Come on. Allons-y!"

We began walking up the stairs, and several of the portraits began greeting us.

"Seamus, that picture's moving!" Neville said, happile.

"Look at that one, Harry!" Ron said, looking at a painting.

"I think she fancies you." Harry said.

"Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?" A girl asked.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." A man in a painting said.

"Who's that?"

A bit later on the seventh floor, the students and I are in the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower. We come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress. She is known as 'The Fat Lady'.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.

"Caput Draconis." I said, as the Fat Lady smiles and nods in confirmation.

The painting opens up to reveal a doorway in the wall, leading to Gryffindor Tower.

Gryffindor Tower...

"Follow us, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on." Percy said.

"Oh, wow." A girl said, at a loss for words.

Gryffindor Common Room...

"Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up." Percy said, inside the common room.

Later, at midnight. Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with Hedwig. I walked over to Harry with a box of jelly babies.

"Hogwarts is an amazing sight, isn't it?" I asked, and Harry pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content, knowing that he will love it here at Hogwarts. "You have Ron and Hermione. You also have me, right?"

"Yeah." Harry said, looking at me. "I do. Thank you, Jared."

(Open POV)

Hogwarts...

It is now morning, and Harry and Ron are running in the corridors because they're late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.

"Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asked, while the cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed. "That was bloody brilliant!"

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time." McGonagall said.

"We got lost." Harry said, frowning.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

Snape's potions classroom...

The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." Snape said, looking at Draco, who smiles. "...who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper..." Draco looks on. "...in death." Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough... to not... pay... attention." Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly. "Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione's hand raises again.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said, sadly.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" Snape asked.

"I don't know, sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything." Snape said, as Draco has a smirk on his face. "...Is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her." Harry said, and Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs.

"Silence." Snape said, looking at Harry, a bit insulted; Harry seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up. "Put your hand down, you silly girl." He sits in front of Harry, and leans towards him. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." Everything is quiet. "Well?" He looks at the students. "Why aren't you all copying this down?" The students obey Snape and start to write down what he said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink. "And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek."

Snape then starts writing; Hermione looks at Harry and then starts writing. Harry looks at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing.

The Great Hall...

It is around midday. The students are all doing their homework. Seamus is trying a spell on a cup. Jared is playing the Apollo Justice Trilogy on his Nintendo Switch.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum." Seamus said, looking in his cup and shaking his head. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..."

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked.

"He's trying to turn it into rum. Yesterday, he managed to make a weak tea before..." Jared said, when a mighty flash occurs.

The cup has exploded and Seamus is left charred. Several students and Jared laugh at this as Hermione fans away the smoke with her hand. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.

"Ah. Mail's here!" Ron said, happily.

The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students and Jared.

Jared opened his parcel to see that it has jammie dodgers, knowing it was from the Eleventh Doctor.

Harry gets nothing. He sees the newspaper Ron has put down.

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked, and Ron nodded. "Thanks."

Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear glass ball with a gold banner around it.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean said, excitedly.

"I've read about those. When the smoke turns red..." Hermione said, while the smoke turns red. "...it means you've forgotten something."

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville said, frowning.

"Hey, Ron, Jared! Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen." Harry said, reading the article. "'Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day.' That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to."

Outside the castle...

It is now the afternoon and the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. Jared is eating the jammie dodgers he got from the Eleventh Doctor. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.

"Good afternoon, class." Hooch said.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." The class said.

"Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon." Hooch said, looking at the class. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, 'Up'."

"Up!"

"And there he goes." Jared said, after Harry said 'Up'!, the broom immediately flew into The Boy Who Lived's hand. "With the broom."

"Wow!" Harry said, amazed.

Hermione stares at him as the class continues.

"Up!" Draco said, as his broomstick flies up and the blonde smugly grins.

"Up. Up!" Ron said.

"With feeling!" Hooch said.

"Up. Up. Up. Up." Hermione said, and her broomstick slowly rose.

"Up!" Ron said, while his broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. "Ooh!" Harry and Jared laugh. "Shut up, Harry and Jared."

Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovered.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." Hooch said, as the class mounts on their broomsticks. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2..."

Hooch blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.

"Oh..." Neville said, terrified.

"Mr. Longbottom." Hooch said, looking up at Neville.

"Neville, what are you doing?" A girl asked.

"Neville... Neville..." The students said, at the same time.

"We're not supposed to take off, yet." A boy said.

"M-M-M-Mr. Longb-!" Hooch said, and Neville began soaring away uncontrollably.

"AHH!" Neville said, worried.

"Mr. Longbottom!"

"Down! Down! Ahhhh!"

"Neville!" Harry and Jared said, at the same time.

"Help!" Neville said, immediately skyrockets towards the sky.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch yelled.

"AHH!" Neville said, flying uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off.

All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him. Jared took out his hoverboard from inside his backpack and stood on top of it.

"Help!" Neville said.

"Neville!" Jared said, while the students quickly stand back as the fanboy dives out of the way to get off his hoverboard, allowing Neville to fly right through. "God. Why doesn't the hoverboard go off more than a few feet off the air?"

Jared picks up his hoverboard as Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.

"Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!" Neville said, zooming past a statue of a man with a sharp spear for his cloak catches on it, and he is flipped off the broom and hangs there. "Oh. Ah... help!" He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and fell to the ground. "Ow!"

"Everyone out of the way!" Hooch said, running through the group and Jared, and they scatter. "Come on, get up."

"Is he alright?" Hermione asked, as Hooch is helping Neville up; he has broken his wrist after he fell.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Neville said, in pain.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get." Hooch said, and Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him with the teacher beginning to lead Neville away with her. "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch."

Madam Hooch leaves the field to take Neville to the hospital wing.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Draco said, snickering while he and his goons laugh and Harry approaches him.

"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry said.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Draco said, hopping on his broom and soars around group, then through. "How about on the roof?" He soars off and hovers several feet above the grounds. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

"Harry..." Jared said, slipping one of his feet onto his hoverboard's strap. "Don't."

Finally having enough, Harry gets on his broom, Hermione stops him.

"Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly." Hermione said, while Harry flies off to face Draco, ignoring her. "What an idiot."

Harry is now in the air, across from Draco.

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry said, angrily.

"Is that so?" Draco asked, as Harry makes a dash for him, but the blonde twirls around his broom in a 360. "Have it your way, then."

Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower.

"Wow. Look at him go." Jared said, and just as Harry is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working, The Boy Who Lived catches it. "More than I could ever do on a skateboard."

"Yeah." Hermione said, while McGonagall notices this and looks surprised as Harry begins to fly back down to the grounds. "What Harry did was impressive, Jared."

The students and Jared all cheer as Harry lands back on the ground at ease. They run to see him.

"Nice going, Harry!" A boy said.

"Oh, that was wicked, Harry!" Another boy said.

McGonagall appears in the grounds.

"Harry Potter!" McGonagall said, as Harry notices her. "Follow me."

Harry sullenly follows McGonagall. Draco and his goons snicker in delight.

McGonagall and Harry arrive outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside teaching, holding an iguana.

Professor Quirrell's classroom...

"An iguana s-such as this is..." Quirrell said.

"You wait here." McGonagall said.

"...an essential in-gredient."

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"

"Oh, y-yes, of course." Quirrell said, and a boy called Oliver Wood, gets up to leave and Quirrell continues. "And the vampire b-bat..."

As Wood exits the classroom, an eerie roar is heard.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!" McGonagall said, happily.

Hogwarts...

Harry, Ron, and Jared are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.

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

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Ron said.

"A century, according to McGonagall." Harry said.

"And during that century, I was working with Torchwood." Jared said, sipping on a bottle of Coke. "How times have changed."

"Didn't you say that Torchwood hunts aliens?"

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron, Harry, and Jared.

"They do right now. Until a friend and I rebuilt and changed it." Jared said, smiling.

"Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!" Fred said, excitedly.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron said.

"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 no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally." Fred said, while he and George break off from Harry, Ron, and Jared who walk across a courtyard.

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!"

"Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Ron said, happily.

"Harry, you're a natural at this. I've seen it. It's like playing American football. Or soccer. Whatever way looks better." Jared said, sadly.

Hermione, knowing what Harry is talking about, jumps up from her work and comes to join them.

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

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione said.

Later, the four approach a trophy case.

"It really is." Jared said, pointing at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker. "Like I said. You are a natural."

"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." Ron said.

"I didn't know." Harry said, frowning.

The four are walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase tower. A railing pulls in, Hermione looks, but continues walking with Jared.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky. They know more about you than you do." Ron said.

"Who doesn't?" Harry asked.

"I've been around Hogwarts in a video game." Jared said, as the staircase shudders and begins to move. The four grab the railings. "A perfect recreation. It was made out of LEGO."

"Ahh!" Ron said, and Hermione gasps.

"What's happening?" Harry asked.

"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione asked.

"I guess they've forgotten." Jared said, and the staircase stops, leading to a corridor.

"We haven't."

"Let's go this way." Harry said, tapping Ron's shoulder.

"Before the staircase moves again." Ron said.

They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark, and deserted corridor.

"Does anyone feel like we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked.

"We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden." Hermione said.

Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, comes running in and meows. The group jumps.

"Let's go." Harry said, and Mrs. Norris meows.

"It's Filch's cat!" Hermione said.

"Run!" Jared said, worried.

The trio and their fanboy run through the corridor, flames are lit up on the stone supports, one by one, as they run past. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door.

"Quick! Let's hide through that door!" Harry said, grabbing the handle, but it's locked. "It's locked!"

"That's it! We're done for!" Ron said.

"Oh, get out of the way!" Jared said, pushing through and pulling out his sonic screwdriver and aiming it at the door with the light glowing blue. "Point and think." The door's lock lifts up magically and it opens. "Get in. It's either my sonic screwdriver or Alohomora."

They bustle in.

"Alohomora?" Ron asked.

"Standard Book of Spells, Chapter 7." Hermione said.

Filch arrives at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him.

"Anyone here, my sweet?" Filch asked, and Mrs. Norris meows. "Come on."

Filch and his cat leave the corridor.

"Filch is gone." Hermione said.

"Probably thinks this door's locked." Ron said.

"It was locked. A magic spell or my sonic screwdriver could open it." Jared said, placing his sonic screwdriver back inside his pocket.

"And for good reason." Harry said, while Ron, Hermione, and Jared turned to stand with him.

There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders.

"AHHHHHHH!" Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Jared yelled, at the same time.

The four bolts, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run.

Gryffindor Common Room...

They return to the Gryffindor Common Room. They are breathless.

"What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school." Ron said.

"You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" Hermione asked.

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three!" Ron said, as they began to climb the stairs to the dorms.

"After years of traveling with a man called the Doctor. When someone is standing on a trap door, they're usually guarding something." Jared said, frowning.

"Guarding something?" Harry asked.

"Jared's right. Now, if you three don't mind, I'm going to bed before all of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled." Hermione said, turning and leaving, shutting the door to her dormitory.

"She needs to sort out her priorities." Ron said, as Harry nods in agreement.

Outside in the courtyard...

It is day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.

"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players. Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls." Oliver said, picking up a red one. "This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops." He points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance. "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops." Olvier throws the ball to Harry. "With me so far?"

"I think so." Harry said, throwing the ball back to Oliver. "What are those?"

Harry points to two squirming chained down balls.

"You better take this." Oliver said, handing Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it. "Careful now, it's coming back." The balls' comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it. "Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. Uh-oh."

The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.

"What was that?!" Harry exclaimed.

"Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are a Seeker. And the only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch." Oliver said, handing Harry a walnut sized golden ball.

"I like this ball." Harry said, happily.

"Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see." Oliver said.

"What do I do with it?"

"You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win."

The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air.

Harry keeps an eye on it, "Whoa!"

Professor Flitwick's classroom...

Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you have your feathers?" Flitwick asked, and Hermione raises hers. "Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practising. Hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone."

"The swish and flick." All the students said, with Flitwick.

"Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then." Flitwick said.

The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers.

"Wingardium Levio-saaa." Draco said.

"Wingardium Leviosa." All the students said, at the same time.

"Wingardrium Leviosar!" Ron said, waving his wand really fast numerous times because he thinks the spell didn't work.

Hermione stops Ron, "No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on." Ron said, annoyed.

Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Hermione said, as the feather glows and lifts up.

"Oh, well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!" Flitwick said, happily.

Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus begins swishing at his feather.

"Wingard Leviosa. Wingar..." Seamus said.

"Well done, dear." Flitwick said, when an almighty explosion flashes.

Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion.

"Whooaaa! Ooh." Flitwick said, and Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.

"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor." Harry said.

Courtyard...

Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.

"'It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar'." Ron said, mimicking Hermione before talking normally. "She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends!"

Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.

"I think she heard you." Harry said, sadly.

Hermione disappears into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words.

(Jared's POV)

Great Hall...

That Halloween night, the room had floating Jack O'Lanterns in place of the candles. Harry notices an empty spot on the bench.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying." Neville said, sadly.

"Seriously?" I asked and Harry glanced at Ron with a disapproving look on his face. "Of all the things Ronald Bilius Weasley. You had to upset her."

Ron shrugs. Suddenly, Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall in panic.

"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!" Quirrell yelled, while Dumbledore rises from his seat in concern. Everyone looks at Quirrell and he stops and there is utter silence. "Thought you ought to know."

Quirrell passes out in fear. The great hall goes silent, and then everyone except me freaks out, screaming and running.

"SILLLLLEEENNNNCEEEEE!" Dumbledore said, as everyone stops and calms down. "Everyone will please not panic! Now, prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons."

"Hufflepuff, this way!" A girl said.

"Stay together!" A boy said.

Snape looks aghast, and he walks out through a doorway.

Hogwarts...

A bit later, Percy and I are leading the Gryffindors down a dark corridor.

"Gryffindors, keep up, please, and stay alert!" Percey said.

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked.

"Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes." Ron said, and Harry stops and pulls the ginger aside with me walking over to them. "What?"

"Crap. Hermione. She doesn't know about the troll." I said, while Harry, Ron, and I separate ourselves from the crowd.

We run down corridors. We start running down a hall when they stop because there's a grunting noise coming from a large shadow on the wall.

"I think the troll's left the dungeon!" Ron said, terrified.

Harry pulls Ron into a doorway with me standing behind the two, we peer out to see a large, ugly troll thunks by into a room.

"It's going into the girl's bathroom!" Harry said, looking between Ron and I.

Girl's bathroom...

Hermione emerges from a stall, wiping her eyes. She stops when she sees something. The troll is standing there. Hermione backs up into the stall just as the troll raises its club and smashes the top part of the stalls. Hermione screams in terror. Harry, Ron, and I come bursting in.

"Hermione, get the hell out of the way!" I said, taking out my sonic screwdriver out of my pocket. "Crap."

The troll smashes the remaining stalls.

"Help! Help!" Hermione said, as Harry and Ron started throwing wood pieces at the troll.

"Hey, pea brain!" Ron said, throwing wood and hits the troll on the head. Hermione escapes from the stalls to under a sink, but the troll sees her and then comes over to smash her.

The troll cracks the sink and barely misses Hermione. Harry cringes.

"Help!" Hermione said, screaming.

"Jared. Why did you take out your sonic screwdriver?" Harry asked, taking out his wand and ran forward and grabs the troll's club and is lifted up. "Whoa!"

Harry lands on the troll's shoulders and is hurled around back and forth.

"Gross..." I said, and Harry's wand shoots up the troll's nose. The troll groans in disgust.

"Ew!" Ron said, looking away.

Ron, Hermione, and I were disgusted by Harry's wand in the troll's nose. The troll snorts, and whips around.

"Whoa, whoa-whoa!" Harry said, while the troll gets him off its shoulders and is holding him by one leg, upside down. "Do something!"

The​​ troll gears up its club and swipes at Harry. He pulls himself up, then down.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Just do anything to save Harry!" I said, as the troll swipes at Harry again. "Hurry!"

Ron grabs his wand.

Under the sink, Hermione waves her hand, "Swish and flick!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron said, correctly punctuating the words.

Flick! The troll's club is lifted out of one of his hands and hovers above its head. The troll looks at his hand and opens it, then looks up, confused, just as the club comes crashing back down.

"Cool." Ron said, and the club hits the troll's head that hard and the troll wavers, then drops Harry, who crawls away, and slowly comes crashing down, knocked out.

Hermione approaches carefully, "Is it dead?"

"Nope. It's knocked out." I said, my sonic screwdriver in my hand. "Thank goodness too."

Harry grabs his wand which is covered in mucus, "Ugh! Troll bogies."

Harry wipes his wand on his robes. Suddenly, McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell come rushing in. They all gasp at the knocked out troll.

"Oh! Oh, my goodness! Explain yourselves, all of you! Jared, you said you were going to protect them. Not get them into trouble!" McGonogall said.

"Well, what it is..." Ron, Harry, and I said, at the same time.

"It's my fault, Professor McGonagall." Hermione said, while the teachers, Ron, Harry, and I looked at her.

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.

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

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do." McGonagall said, as Harry notices Snape's leg, which has the trousers' leg torn and a large cut on it. Snape notices and covers it up, glaring at the Boy Who Lived. "I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment." She turns to Harry and Ron. "As for you two gentlemen, Mister Potter, Mister Weasley, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first-year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you..." Harry and Ron grin at each other. "...for sheer dumb luck."

Snape and McGonagall leave the bathroom.

"Perhaps you ought to go. It m-might wake up. Heh." Quirrell said, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I left the bathroom. Quirrell looks at the unconscious troll. The troll growls, seemingly going to wake up. "Ahh! Hehe...."

Hogwarts...

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I are walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room through the corridor.

"Good for you to get us out of trouble like that." Harry said, looking at Hermione.

"Mind you, I mean, we did save her life." Ron said, happily.

"Mind you, she didn't need saving if you hadn't insulted her." Harry said.

"You shouldn't have insulted Hermione in the first place." I said, while Hermione looked at Ron.

"What are friends for?" Ron asked, as he and Hermione both smiled at each other as we carried on through the corridor.

Great Hall...

A day has passed and it is now morning. I am sitting down and eating with the Golden Trio. Harry is twirling his food on a fork.

"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on." Ron said.

"Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today." Hermione said, smiling.

"Yeah. This is your first Quidditch match." I said, eating some scrambled eggs.

"I'm not hungry." Harry said, as Snape appeared at the table.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin." Snape said, walking off, limping.

Harry notices this, "That explains the blood."

"Blood?" Hermione asked.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping." Harry said.

"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret."

"So you're saying..."

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." Harry said, looking over at me. "Am I right or wrong, Jared?"

"Spoilers." I said, and Hedwig screeches as she enters the Great Hall. "Right on cue, Hedwig."

Hedwig is carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it off at the table.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"But I... I never get mail." Harry said, at a loss for words.

"Let's open it." Ron said, while we opened the parcel to reveal a broomstick.

"It's a broomstick!" Harry said, excitedly.

"That's not just any broomstick, Harry." Ron said, recognizing the model. "It's a Nimbus 2000!"

"But who...?" Harry asked, noticing Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig.

Professor McGonagall smiles and Harry nods.