Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor(01) - Sahits

Now, Harry wasn't the sort of person to pat himself on the back, but if there was one thing hewas certainly proud of, it was the fact that he was a damn good Quidditch player. He was ofcourse, happy for their new captain Angelina Johnson, but disappointed nonetheless.Angelina, as it turned out, was just as uncomfortable over the assignment. The first morningof practice, the week after school began, she told Harry so, privately."You know that I really think it should have been you.""Angelina, you're the best Chaser that we--""And you're the best Seeker in the entire school! It really should have been--""Look, what's done is done. You're going to be great as Captain! I know it!"Angelina opened her mouth to protest again, but Harry would have none of it. "Come on.We're a team. And, most importantly . . ." he paused, smiling at Angelina. "We're going tobeat Slytherin again!"Angelina laughed, and the two walked off on the playing field. Fred, George and Katie Bellwere waiting for them, shouted the Gryffindor cheer and then sped off up into the air.Harry's Firebolt hadn't missed a beat -- three months away from it, and it was still just as deftand skillful as ever. Now, Harry thought as he rose and dove through the air. Now I'm reallyhome.Harry walked towards the great hall, more than ready for lunch, his heart still racing from hisride on his Firebolt.Two arms grabbed hold of him and pulled him back behind a pillar-- Ron and Hermione bothwere wide eyed."We," said Hermione, "have a problem."Harry's stomach churned. "Exactly what do you mean by 'problem'?Ron grimaced. "As in something that could get us all expelled if we don't fix it."Harry's jaw dropped. "What is it?"Ron stared at Hermione, looking as though he was ready to burst from anger.Hermione took a breath, "Right. This morning before breakfast I was getting dressed and Iwent to pull my shoes out from my closet when I heard something. Something hidden inamongst my clothes. So I looked through all my clothes and . . . and . . .""SOPHIE!" Ron blurted, coming unglued, "SOPHIE BANBURY was hiding in her closet!"Harry gulped. "Impossible...""Apparently not!"Hermione looked frantic. "So I pulled her out and demanded an explanation. She was juststanding there clutching her jumper for dear life, terrified, stammering--""What did she say!" Harry roared."Said she was sorry-- oh so sorry. Said that she couldn't help herself-- that Harry and hermother and I were yakking away at the gate and the urge just overcame her-- she opened upmy trunk and slipped right in--""WHAT" Harry cried-- he could hardly believe his ears! "Oh my-- if Dumbledore-- no, ifMcGonagall knew about this-- oh Hermione!""I didn't do anything! Sophie did!""Still, you do look like a Muggle Smuggler, Herm." There was more amusement in Ron'svoice than anger when he said this-- and Hermione was not very pleased."Oh just shut up! The both of you! You've got to help me get her out of here!""How can we possibly get a Muggle out of Hogwarts when it's hard enough as it is to even getone in!"Harry groaned. "Okay-- where is she now?""Well, she's in my closet of course! She's got to keep hidden. . .""Well, Ron and I will come right up and talk to her.""Great," Ron muttered. "The bloody girls' dormitory. I can see it already: McGonagall catchesus in the girls dormitory with a muggle."28