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A Summers at Hogwarts 2: Sorcerer’s Stone

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This story is No. 2 in the series "A Summer's at Hogwarts Series". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A sequel to A Summer at Hogwarts. Buffy's and Oliver's fifth year. It's Harry's first year. This basically my version of the Sorcerer's Stone. (Crossed W/HP). Buffy/Oliver Wood. R/R

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Oliver WoodWildFR15515,776238,08028 Jan 0329 Jan 03Yes

A Summers at Hogwarts 2: Sorcerer’s Stone

NOTES: First off before reading this you might want to read A Summers at Hogwarts first. You could probably follow this story without reading it but there are certain things that were explain in the first story that might confuse you in this one.

I'll post chapters to this list first. Yahoo .com/group/Diedandlivedtwice

This is the second story in what I hope to be a series as long as people like them.

This fic takes place in an Alternate Universe which means I screwed with both time lines.

This story takes place in Buffy and Oliver's fifth year. It's Harry's first year. This is basically my version of the Sorcerer's Stone.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Buffy characters or the Harry Potters ones. They are own by Joss and JK Rowling.

Summary: Buffy's first years at Hogwarts.

Pairing: Buffy/Oliver

Rating: PG-13

A Summers at Hogwarts 2: Sorcerer's Stone

 

            Xander Harris sat in the train compartment by himself. He was starting to get anxious. They would be leaving soon and Buffy, Oliver, and Willow hadn't arrived yet. There was a knock on the compartment door. He looked up to see a boy about eleven with dark brown hair wearing glasses that were in serious need of repair.

“Do you mind? The train has filled up rather quickly.”

“Come on in as long as you don’t mind a little company. My friends should be here soon.” The boy took a seat.

“Thanks.”

“Xander Harris.”

“Harry Potter. Nice to meet you.”

The two sat there in silence. They were both just looking out the window. Xander looked down at his watch and saw that the train would be leaving any minute.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to see if I can find my friends.” Harry nodded and continued to look out the window. Xander had left the compartment door open when he left.

“Do you mind? Everywhere else is full?”

 Harry looked up to see the red headed boy from the platform. Harry motioned for him to sit.

“As long you don't mind sharing. There are suppose to be others coming.” They sat in silence for a minute.

“I’m Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley” The red head boy said.

“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” Harry noticed that Ron’s eyes grew big and his facial expressions went to those of shock.

“So it’s true! I mean, do you really have the…?” Ron made a gesture toward his forehead.

“The what?”

Ron whispers. “The scar?”

With a feeling of relief Harry lifted his head to show Ron the scar. “Wicked!”

“You must be Harry Potter.” A sweet voice said from the doorway. They looked up to see a blonde standing there. “Hello Ron. It’s good to see you again.”

“Hi Buffy. How did you know?”

Buffy entered the compartment followed by Xander, Willow, and finally Oliver. She and Oliver sat down next Ron. Xander and Willow next to Harry. The train ride had begun.

“Well Ron. There’s a rumor going around the train that Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts, plus Giles told me you were coming. You’ll probably have him first thing in the morning. He teaches Muggle defense. Like Ron said I’m Buffy Summers, and this is Oliver Wood. Over there with you is Xander Harris and Willow Rosenburg.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Harry said to them.

The sound of a cart was heard being pushed in the corridor. Buffy's eyes lit up as the little old woman pushing the cart stopped in front of their door.

“Hey Edna.”

“Hello Buffy dear. Here you lot go.” Willow, Buffy, Oliver and Xander began taking everything off the cart. Buffy reached into her pocket to give her money.

“Here you go Edna.”

“Not this time child. This one is has already been paid for.”

“By who?”

“I’m not sure, but trust me it’s yours.”

“Cool. Thanks Edna.”

Buffy said as she helped Edna wheel the cart back out. She shut the door and turned back to see everyone with something but Ron and Harry.

“Go on Harry…Ron. Help yourselves. We won’t get to Hogwarts for several hours.”

“Thanks.”

They both said. Ron picked some licorice and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Harry picked up a chocolate frog and a pack Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“Go ahead and try them Harry. The green ones are my favorite.” Xander said a slight twinkle in his eyes.

He opened the package and selected one. It just happened to be a green one. He popped in to his mouth. He didn't even bite on it before the disgusting flavor of assaulted him. His face scrunched up in a sickened way. The others laughed at the face he made.

“Couldn’t miss the face you would make.” Xander said grinning.

“That wasn’t nice Xander.” Willow told him.

“I didn’t see anyone stopping him.” He replied in his defense.

“You've been hanging around the Weasley twins too much. Try the frogs Harry I swear they’re better than any of those beans.” Buffy told him.

“They aren’t real frogs are they?”

“It’s just a spell.” Ron told him. “Besides it’s the cards you want. Each pack’s got a famous Witch or Wizard. I got about 500 meself.”

Harry opened the package and the frog jumped to the window. Buffy quickly grabbed her wand and pointed it at the frog, as it was about to jump.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” The frog floated off the window and down into Harry’s hand. “I’m a firm believer in not wasting good chocolate.”

“That was bloody wicked.”

“Thank you Ron. Have a look at the card and then eat the frog.”

“I got Dumbledore.” Harry replied excitedly.

“I got about six of him.” Ron replied.

“Hey, he’s gone!”

“You can’t expect him to hang around all day, can you?”

Buffy laughed. This reminded her so much of her first trip to Hogwarts. She looked to Oliver and could see he was thinking the same thing.

“What’s so funny?” Ron asked.

“Harry reminds me of me on my first train ride to Hogwarts. I was in awe of everything. Only thing different with my first day was there was a frog in my lap.”

“Speedy always did favor your lap.”

“Where is he anyway?”

“Riding with Goliath I suppose. I got him a little habitat of his own to stay in. Much easier than chasing him.” Buffy started munching on some of the food.

 

            Several hours later Ron and Harry were talking about magic. He was going to show him how to turn his rat yellow.

“Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?”

“Yeah.” Harry said excitedly at the prospect of seeing more magic. A girl with bushy brown hair and her school robe knocked and entered. She looked around.

“Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one.” Buffy and Oliver looked down at her lap and started laughing.

“Sorry. Not one in here.” Oliver told her.

“Oh are you doing magic? Let’s see then.” Right away Buffy thought this girl was too stuck up for her own good. Ron cleared his throat.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow.” His wand went poof but his rat was still the same color.

“Are you sure it’s a real spell?” She asked. “Well, it’s not very good, is it?”

“It’s a great spell. He just doesn’t have the power to do it. Watch.”

Buffy took out her wand again and repeated the same words as Ron. Scabbard’s the rat turned a bright sunny yellow. The three aww’d.

“See it’s a very good spell. After all I’m the one that gave it to them last year. That spell is for second years.” She spoke the words to reverse it. She got applause from Harry and the others. “Now let see what you can do.”

“I’ve only tried a few simple ones myself…but they’ve all worked for me.” She walks over to Harry. “For example: Oculus Reparo.”

 The tape on Harry's glasses was fixed. Harry took them off to look at them.

“Very good Miss…”

“Hermione Granger. Holy cricket! You’re Harry Potter. And you all are…?” She asked looking pacifically at Ron. One by one they introduced themselves.

“We should be arriving soon.” She said to Harry and Ron. “I suggest you two change into your robes.”

She turned a walked out with saying another word. Everyone just looked at one another.

 

            Night had fallen as the train pulled into Hogwarts. Everyone except for two people were dressed in robes, Xander and Buffy. Buffy had forgotten to grab her robe before she left. She stepped off the train and she saw Hagrid.

“First years, this way, please. Come on first years, don’t be shy. Come on now, hurry up.”

She saw Harry head that way to greet Hagrid.

“Hello Harry.”

“Hi Hagrid.” Then Hagrid saw Buffy.

“Hello Buffy.”

“Hey Hagrid.” She hugged him. She noticed that he held a robe in one arm. “Is that for me?”

He nodded.

“Professor Giles asked me to give these to you. Said he knew you would forget them.” She took the robe and hat that was tucked within.

“Thanks Hagrid. You're the best.”

She ran to catch up with Oliver and the others. Harry and the others watched wandering exactly who Buffy Summers really was. Hagrid watched her go before calling out again.

“Is this all the first years then? Right then. This way to the boats. Come on, follow me. No more than four to a boat.”

 

            Once the first years had taken the boats across the river Hagrid led them to the hall where Professor McGonagall was waiting. She was wearing her traditional emerald-green robes. She was looking sternly at the students.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. Shortly, you shall pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seat in the Great Hall, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. 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 wins the house cup.” There was a croaking noise.

“Trevor!” Neville called out to his frog that was sitting at the Professors feet. He grabbed his frog and looked up at her stern face. “Sorry.”

“The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.”

She left the students for a moment to check to see if they were ready for them. A boy with really light slicked-back blonde hair was looking over at Harry.

“It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

The crowd around them gasped at the mention of Harry’s name. Neville turned and looked at the boy he was standing next to.

“Harry Potter?” He said shocked.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle.” The blonde guy said motion to the two beside him. “And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He says coming to stand in front of Harry. Ron let out a chuckle.

“Think my name is funny do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley.” He said snottily turning back to Harry.

“You'll find out some wizarding families are better than others. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He said this while looking at Ron. “I can help you there."

He puts out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry looks at it. He knew already that he didn't like this one. He looked up and spoke.

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

McGonagall come up behind Draco and taps on the shoulder. He looks back to see her standing there. He returns to his spot.

“We’re ready for you now. Follow me.”

 

            As they went through the doors all the first years gasped. They looked around at how big the hall was. They looked at the candles that were floating in the air. The closer they got to the head table the better look they got at the ceiling. It looked like a cloudy night sky.

“The ceiling isn’t real. It’s bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.” Hermione let them know.

As they got closer to the sorting hat Harry saw Buffy, Oliver, and Willow. Buffy gave him a smile. They reached the sorting hat and McGonagall had them wait at the bottom of the steps.

“Now, before we begin…Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.”

The man known as Dumbledore was an old man with long white hair and a long white beard. He stood up as he spoke.

“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, 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.” The first years seemed to think on that remark. “Thank you.”

“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.”

Hermione looked nervous at being the first one called. Beneath her breath she spoke, “Oh, no. Okay, relax.”

Ron leaned over and spoke to Harry. “Mental, that one, I’m telling you.” Harry nodded.

Hermione took a seat.

“Right then. Right. Okay. Gryffindor!”

She hopped down as her Gryffindor classmates clapped loudly. She took a seat by Percy. They called Draco Malfoy next and before he even put the hat he got placed in Slytherin. Susan Bones was called, and the hat was deciding on her Harry noticed a professor was staring at him. His scar on his began to burn.

“Harry, what is it?” Ron asked.

“Nothing. Nothing, I’m fine.” He told Ron eyeing the dark hair Professor. Susan got placed in Hufflepuff.

“Ronald Weasley.” He was nervous that he wouldn’t be place in the same house as his brothers.

“Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!”

 He was relieved and it clearly showed as he took a seat next to his other brothers Fred and George.

“Harry Potter.”

Harry took a seat but not before taking a look back at the Gryffindor table. The hall was silent. Each house was wishing for the famous wizard to be placed in theirs.

“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?”

Harry began softly chanting

“Not Slytherin.”

“Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It’s all here, in your head. Better be… Gryffindor!”

Harry smiled at the choice. The applause from Gryffindor was overwhelming. The students at the table were standing. Shaking hands with the twins and a few others, he took a seat by Ron. When the Sorting Ceremony was over the feast began.

 

            By the time the feast had begun Harry was next to Buffy. Percy was nice enough to move to the other side of Willow. Ron was sitting across from them, and was between Fred and George. He was using both hands to eat with. Hermione was sitting next to Harry. Seamus Finnigan was talking about his parents.

“I’m half and half. Me dad’s a Muggle. Mum’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.” Harry was looking up at the teacher’s table.

“Buffy, who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?”

“That Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.”

“What's he teach?”

“Potions, but he fancies the Dark Arts. He’s been after Quirrell’s job for years.”

She told him as she continued to eat. As they were eating a ghostly head appeared out of the middle of the table right by Ron. He cried out in shock. The sudden appearance of the ghost or maybe it was Ron's shocked some of the older students.

“Hello there. How are you? Welcome to Hogwarts.”

From all over the banquet hall came the house ghost. The Bloody Baron swooped past the Slytherin's. A ghost who reminded Harry of Friar Tuck, from the book Robin Hood, flew by the Hufflepuff table. The Ravenclaw's were graced with the Grey lady.

“Hello Sir Nicholas,” Percy Weasley asked. “Did you have a nice summer?”

“Dismal. Once again my request to join the headless hunt was denied.” As he began to fly off to see the other Ron speaks too him.

“I know you. Your Nearly Headless Nick.”

Sir Nicholas looked at him with disgust. He looked over at Buffy who was trying hard not to laugh. She nodded for him to continue. It was a game with them.

“I prefer to be call Sir Nicholas if you don’t mind.” He told them.

“Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?” Hermione asked with her attitude.

“Like this.”

Sir Nicholas reached to his head and pulled to one side. The head lifted off the neck but not all the way and you could see the stump that was left. Ron gasped. Hermione closed her eyes and Harry just cringed. Buffy finally let out the laugh she had been holding in. The three looked at her.

“Five for five. I told you Oliver. Every year some will ask that question and not like the answer. Thank you Sir Nicholas for putting up with it for another year.”

“These first years faces were the best yet.” Oliver told her with an equal grin.

“If it brings you pleasure Miss Buffy then I must be doing something right.” He fly's away to greet more students.

“Something wrong Hermione? You’re looking a bit pale?”

“That didn't bother you?”

“Are you kidding? Our first year everybody but Buffy went “Eww.” Her reaction was you shouldn’t have asked if you didn’t like the answer. Then she talked and ate like nothing happened.” Oliver told her.

“Must have been all those horror movies I used to watch. Besides after seeing him do it every year for five years you become immune.” She turned to Oliver. “I’ve got to talk to Giles before I go and study. See you in the Common room around my usual time."

“Alright, I'll see you then.”

“See you later tonight Wills.”

“Sure Buffy. I’ll be studying.” Willow said happily.

“Percy, you’re going to show them how to get to their rooms?” Percy gave her his best glare.

“Sorry. Forgot who I was talking too.”

Buffy waved to the others and went up to talk to Giles. She would have to talk Xander into going to the library to keep Willow company.

 

            She could feel that something evil was lurking about. Her Slayer senses were on edge. She moved through the Forbidden Forest. She had staked two vampires already but that wasn’t what was setting her senses off. Deeper she went until the feeling was almost over whelming her. She looked down and found a dead unicorn. It was still bleeding and warm to the touch.

“Damn!”

She said taking in the sight of it. Looking down she examined it. She was looking for vampire marks but found none. She needed to tell Hagrid. Making a quick scan of the area she didn’t see anything dangerous. Whatever had killed, it left quickly. She ran all the way back to Hagrid’s. He opened his door upon hearing her knock.

“What’s the mattah Buffy?”

“I found a unicorn dead in the forest. Something or someone just killed it. Whatever did it took off quickly. I looked around but it was gone.”

“Show me where.”

Hagrid grabbed his coat, his crossbow, and a few other essentials locking his door. Buffy led him to spot where the unicorn was.

“Maybe together we can find what killed it.” Hagrid nodded.

He and Buffy moved deeper into the forest. Around midnight they quit for the night. They hadn’t come across any more slain unicorns or anything that might have killed it.

“I'll see you in the morning Hagrid.”

“Night Buffy.”

 

            On her way to the dorm Buffy ran into Sir Nicholas. He met her on the third set of stairs.

“How did your hunting go Miss Buffy?”

“Not to good I’m afraid Sir Nicholas. Found a dead unicorn in the forest.”

“What a shame?”

“Couldn’t find it’s killer though.”

“Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.”

“I hope so. I have to let Giles know I’m back and then get a shower before going to bed.”

She bid Sir Nicholas good night a headed for Giles room. She went into the Muggle Defense room and through his office. On the back wall was a picture that led to his and Xander’s rooms.

“Password?” The painting of a knight asked.

“Watcher’s Council.” The pictured opened the door. Giles was in his bed reading.

“I was beginning to worry. You’re late. Did you have any trouble?” She explained it all t Giles. “Get some rest. I know you don’t have a first period class but I wanted to use you for my class tomorrow.”

“Alright Giles but don’t worry if I skip breakfast. I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

            She headed out to the dorm. She gave the password to get in. Once inside she saw Oliver asleep in one of the chairs. He had been looking through the latest Quidditch magazine. She bent over and kissed him slowly on the lips. After several seconds he started to respond.

“What a great way to be awoken. Hey beautiful. What time is it? Are you just now getting in?”

“It’s around one, and yes I’m just getting in.”

“Sit down, you look exhausted.”

“If I sit I probably won’t get back up. Something is killing unicorns. So Hagrid and I went patrolling longer. You better get up to bed you got Divinations in the morning.”

“How is it you got out of having a first period class?”

“Slayer privileges. I'll be up though. Giles wants me to fight with him for his first year students. Come on I still have to get a shower.” His eyes arched up in a naughty way. “Alone, but I will give two more kisses.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“Here’s the first one.” She kissed him on the lips quickly. “Now for the second.”

She kissed him like she did to wake him up. Neither of them was taking a breath, just enjoying the feel of their lips together. When they finally broke apart they took a deep breath and looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you.” He told her.

“I love you more.” They kissed once more.

 

            The morning had gone pretty well for Buffy. The demonstration for Muggle Defense had everyone in the class speechless. She had gotten a good training session in and didn’t have to have another one later. During her Dark Arts class McGonagall had come and gotten Oliver. Wondering what McGonagall wanted with Oliver she tried to listen. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but when he returned he had a certain look on his face. His eyes were sparkling bright. He looked like a kid in a Quidditch shop checking out the newest broom.

“What's up?” She asked quietly.

“McGonagall found us a new Seeker.”

“Is that bad or good?”

“Good. It’s Harry. McGonagall says that he flew straight at her window, did a round house circle, before catching the ball and stopping mere centimeters from her window. He could be just what this team needs.”

“When are you going to teach him about Quidditch?”

“Tomorrow after classes. We got three weeks before the game.”

“Mind if I watch?”

“I never mind when you're around,” he said to her seductively.

Luckily the time for class was over because Buffy and Oliver had totally lost focus. As they made their way from the class they ran into the Weasley twins.

“You're positively excited Wood. Was it Buffy who gave you this happy?” George asked.

“This happy was due to Professor McGonagall.” Buffy told them.

The twins faces grew into big grins and they looked at her shocked. She looked over at Oliver who was turning red.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“McGonagall found us a new seeker.”

“Who?” Both the twins asked.

“Harry.” Oliver tells them what McGonagall told him. The twins spot Ron and Harry ahead and run to catch up with them.

“Well done, Harry. Wood and Buffy just told us.” Fred told them.

“Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters.”

“Our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad. Can’t make any promises. Rough game, Quidditch,” said George.

“Brutal, but no one’s died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally. But they’ll turn up in a month or two.” Fred said just as Buffy and Oliver caught up with them.

“Leave him alone you two. You’re not helping. You'll do fine.” Buffy said giving his shoulder a squeeze. The four of them veered off leaving Harry and Ron to talk.

“Go on Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you’ll be great too.” Hermione hears them talking from where she's sitting and runs to catch up.

“I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make fool of myself?”

“You won’t make a fool of yourself. It’s in your blood. I’ll show you. Come on.” Hermione takes them to the hall where the trophies are kept.

 

            The following day after classes Harry was waiting on Wood. He didn’t have to wait long. Two minutes after he had arrived Buffy and Oliver came out carrying a box. Buffy had a couple of brooms under her right arm.

“Hello Harry.” Buffy and Oliver said.

“Hi Buffy. Oliver.” The two set the box down. Buffy took a seat out of the way on the grass.

“Quidditch is a simple game. You have seven players on each team. You have three Chasers, two Beaters, a Seeker, and a Keeper.” He opens up the chest to show three kinds of balls.

“The Chasers, which Buffy is one of the best, takes this ball the Quaffle, and tries to put it through one of those hoops." He said pointing to the golden rings at the far end.

“So, that’s sort of like basketball on broomsticks?”

Wood gave him a curious look.

“That’s it exactly Harry. Except no dribbling with this ball.” Harry beamed that he understood. Buffy looked at Oliver who was still looked confused. “I’ll tell you about basketball later.”

Oliver nodded. “The Keeper that’s me, defends the hoops. With me so far?”

“I think so. What are those?” Harry asked pointing at the two smaller balls.

“Better take this.”

Oliver handed him a club. He releases the ball from its chained position in the box. It shoots straight in to the air. On its descent it came straight toward Harry.

“Careful now, it’s coming back.”

Harry drew his arm back ready to swing. As the ball drew closer he swung and sent it flying. If this were baseball he would have hit a homerun out of the park.

“Not bad, Potter. You’d make a fair Beater.” Harry beamed at the compliment. “Uh-oh.”

The ball was coming back. Harry ducks and Wood catches it sending him to the ground. The ball is struggling to get free. Buffy laughs, stands up and moves toward Wood.

“Nice catch. Need some help?”

“That would be nice.” She put both hands on the ball. “I’ve got it. Let go.”

The ball is struggling in her hands but is no match for her strength. Harry notices that she isn't having any trouble controlling the ball. She moves toward the chest and places the ball where it belongs. Oliver quickly pulls the chains over it to secure it.

“What was that?” Harry questioned.

“That was a Bludger. They rocket around the sky trying to knock players off their brooms.

That’s what Beaters are for. As Ron told you yesterday Fred and George are our Beaters. They protect us from being hit by Bludgers, and send them toward the other team’s players.” Oliver stated.

“Don't worry about it Harry. Fred and George are good. Their like a pair of human Bludgers themselves.” Buffy reassured him from her spot on the grass. Oliver reached into the box and took out a small golden ball.

“You are a Seeker.” He held up the golden ball. “This is the only thing I want you to worry about. The Golden Snitch.”

“I like this ball.” Harry said taking it from him.

“You like it now. Just wait. It’s wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.”

“What do I do with it?”

“You catch it. Before the other team’s Seeker. You weave your way through Chasers, Bludgers, and Beaters without fouling. You catch this and the game’s over and we receive one hundred and fifty points and more often than not win.”

“I’m a firm believer of catching the Snitch as soon as possible. I’m not a fan of playing a three-month Quidditch game. That was the longest game ever. They had to rotate players so they could sleep.” Buffy piped up from her spot.

“Now we won’t practice with the Snitch today since it will be dark soon. We’ll use these for now.” He held up golf balls. Harry mounted a broom to play catch.

By the time it was time for dinner Oliver's eyes were sparkling like diamonds. Buffy knew that this was the best team they've had in a while.

 

            It was Halloween and everyone was sitting down for the feast. Instead of the usual candles that floated around the tables there were jack-o-lanterns. The table was filled with all kinds of Halloween sweets and food. There was carrot cake, apples, pies, candy corns, and just about anything you could imagine. Harry looked over at the spot next to him. Hermione hadn't shown up for dinner.

“Where’s Hermione?” Harry asked Ron. Buffy heard the question and looked up from her seat. She had been feeling wiggy all day. Neville answered.

“Parvati said she wouldn’t come out of the girl’s bathroom. She said that she’d been in there all afternoon, crying.” Harry looked at Ron who just shrugged.

Buffy was just about to ask what was going on when Professor Quirrell came bursting into the Great Hall.

“Troll in the dungeon!”

That was Buffy’s cue. While everyone was watching the Professor she slipped out and began following her slayer senses.

“Troll in the dungeon! I thought you ought to know.”

He said panicky before passing out on the floor. Once his words had sunk in the students began to panic and rush for the doors.

“Silence!” Dumbledore loudly yelled. “Everyone will please not panic! Now…Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.”

The students calmly followed the Prefects out of the hall. Harry and Ron were following until he remembered Hermione.

“Hermione! She doesn't know about the troll.” The two took off for the girl's bathroom.

 
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