Chapter 14
~Harry Potter pov~
Shoot.
I never meant to get her in trouble.
If McGonagall is going to expel the both of us ,I'll take the full blame.
After all it was my fault for going after Malfoy.
I didn't know her all that long but something was telling me...there was something special about her.
I couldn't quite put MY finger on it.
She comes off as mysterious with a touch of suave.
She kind of scared me a little as well...because somehow...I knew that ...she had this control over me.
But why?
I couldn't quite understand it.
What was it about this girl that made my heart flutter at such a fast rate?
Why can't I physically stop the smile that comes to my face when she looks at me?
How is it...that my mind ,no-matter how much I beg to stop thinking of her , she still plagues it?
As we followed Mcgonagall down the different winding halls and corridors...I couldn't help but wonder...why...why...she didn't sleep in the girls dormitory at night.
Where does she go?
Why can't she give me a damn straight answer?!
It was infuriating...but in the best of ways.
As though my heart were a locked pounding box ,that yearned to be opened by the one person who refused to even consider turning the key...but...I knew ...no matter what...that key was hers and hers alone to turn.
Only she could answer the millions of questions I had...only she had such an affect on me...only she could drive me to the brink of insanity but I still was left craving more.
She was my drug...my life....my obsession.
There was no point in denying it any further.
This had developed way more than a simple innocent crush.
It scared me...because I knew that if somebody hurt her...I might just kill them.
My thoughts were so focused on her that I almost walked into Proffessor McGonagall who had decided to stop infront of a wooden door. Outside the room a plaque read Proff.Q.Quirrel.
Quirrel...I didn't think much of it at the time but little did I know that that last name would be beautifully haunting me for the rest of my days.
~Ella pov~
Oh no.
The worst possible situation had to happen to me.
Take us to the principle...or anyone...ANYONE else.
Why him?
Why does he deserve to know?
At least let me leave the school first before you tell him I'm expelled.
My internal monologue came to an end as Proffessor McGonagall wrapped her clenched fist against my father's door.
He opened the door and was undoubtedly surprised to see us...but what surprised me was the fact that McGonagall said, "Hi sorry for interrupting , do you mind if I borrow Wood for a moment?"
Wood?
Why would she need logs of wood?
Is she gonna tie us to a stake and burn us...like they did to the 'witches'in Salem?
I shivered.
No . They wouldn't be that cruel...would they?
Quirrel agreed and he called for a student ...who apparently had the name Wood.
I felt like face-palming. Like seriously Ella... you have always got to jump to the worst case scenario.
A boy a couple of years older than me stepped outside looking confused "Julia , Harry this is Oliver Wood"
Oliver looked just as confused as us before McGonagall uttered her next words "Wood...I've found you a brand new Seeker and Keeper"
A new what?
Then Wood looked at us ...sizing us up.
"Yeah. Okay"
Then he told us to meet him tomorrow at dawn on the Quidditch Pitch.
I had no idea what a Quidditch Pitch was but he explained where it was and what it looked like.
He also explained that Quidditch was a game...unlike any other...he then started fangirling about how amazing it was before Professor McGoanagall shooed him back inside the classroom.
So...its a game?
Like we're not getting expelled?
This school continues to get weirder and weirder.
A couple of hours later I sighed as the day had finally come to an end.
Yawning as I reached the seemingly-mundane brick wall...but I knew better...and it new better...it knew everything that I required...almost like this...strange architectural design was actually a living, breathing, organism.
I paced in front of the wall three times , thinking about what I needed.
For lack of better words....I was bushed.
I basically had to do an extra day of school everyday.
It was exhausting...and it was only the first day of class.
I groaned...there's going to be double the homework.
...Does the wizard-world even have something like coffee?
Because it looks like I'll be needing it.
I opened the door...but was surprised when I was met with a queen-sized bed.
I was thinking about sleep...I mentally face-palmed.
Nice going Ella...you can't even control your thoughts.
I peeled my eyes away from the queen-sized bed...which looked so enticing...
My eye lids started to droop.
Just ten minutes of sleep...what's the harm in that?
I shook my head.
No Ella, Percy and Grover are gonna wander where you were all night.
I checked my watch...back at Yancy Academy ten minutes had passed in time from when I had last left.
I begrudgingly shut the door and forcibly lugged my tired body up and down the corridor again three times...this time thinking about the secret room that I needed.
I again opened the door and was met with a familiar fire-place and barrel and bag of clothes.
In my sleep-deprived state all that I could think about was getting some rest.
I ran my hand through the ashes , they felt soft under my touch.
Grasping the silvery-grey soot in my hand ,I trudged towards the fire-place before exclaiming "Yancy Academy" .
I forgot how bright the flames were...momentarily blinding me.
Then the torture began.
My stomach felt like it had once again been put in a washing machine.
Spinning round and round.
The items in it being contorted in various ways at the cycle ran its course.
I choked back some bile, my throat burning as I waited for my vision to become unblurred from my body being constantly thrown around.
I felt myself being thrown forward...and whilst stumbling, realised with absolute certainty that I was back.
I ran towards the door...eager to go to sleep...before something fell out of my pocket.
I looked down...my wand.
I bent down to pick it up.
Then I realised ...I'm still in my school uniform, because I was so exhausted...I still needed to change back.
I mentally face-palmed again.
'Nice going Ella...you should have changed at Hogwarts'I thought.
I'm just lucky that there's nobody here-
I jumped as I heard a loud gasp from behind me, I turned wand-in-hand , crazy-eyed and alert to see who the intruder was...
Grover stood up from behind the barrel with a horrified and...slightly disgusted look on his face"Ella...y-your a-a-a w-witch?!"he spluttered .