P.S: In this fanfiction, Hermione is good in Quidditch and she's one of the players ;). (I know that it's hard to believe, but I couldn't resist haha).
"If you don't bring the parchments that I asked for," Snape said, coldly. "You'll get detention. Is that clear?" Every student nodded.
"But sir," Harry stood up from his seat, and stared at the professor. "We have Quidditch tomorrow." Snape smiled.
"That's not my problem," Snape said, walking to his desk. "See you the next class." All the student left.
"I hate Snape!" Harry whispered to his friend, when they were far from the classroom. He didn't want another three days in detention.
"Same here," Eleanor said, upset. She was in first year, but her abilities for Quidditch were as good as Harry's. It was going to be her first game. She was the Chaser, and she couldn't be more excited. "It's my first game and he's doing of my life a miserable one!"
"When is the game?" Ron asked them. He was good in Quidditch, but Fred and George had scared him about the game, so he didn't want to play.
"Tomorrow," Hermione replied. It was Hermione's first game too. She was one of the Beaters. Harry was the seeker and they were really excited. "We should do our homework together, don't you think?" They nodded and made their way to the common room. They sat in front of the fireplace and started to write Snape's parchment.
"Have you seen our mother?" Harry asked Eleanor, while they were answering some of Snape's questions. Eleanor shook her head.
"I'll send her an owl. Tomorrow is my first game and I would like to know if she's gonna be there. Of course our dad won't." Eleanor said, upset.
"Why is he going to Azkaban?" Hermione asked them, curious.
"We don't know, but I'll try to find out." Harry said, and they went back to their homework.
"Did you see the blonde girl?" Ron asked them, excited.
"She's really pretty," Eleanor said, staring at her brother. "Don't you think, Harry?" Harry blushed and ignored her question.
"He does," Hermione said, raising her eyes from the parchment to look at her friend's face.
"I could say the same about Draco," Harry answered, and smiled at his friend. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"That's not funny," she said, coldly. Ron and Eleanor laughed.
I was wondering if you could come to my first game…it's tomorrow and I'd love to see you there. Also, Harry and I need to talk to you about our dad. Why is he going to Azkaban? And why are you hiding here? We need answers.
Love, your daughter
Eleanor wrote in a piece of parchment and sent it to her mom. She didn't get an answer.
"You know what? I don't wanna see her!" Eleanor yelled at her friends. She was tired of it. "I'm going to sleep."
"What about Snape's parchment?" Hermione asked her, worried. "Left one and half."
"I don't care," Eleanor said, and made her way to the bedroom.
"She's just upset," Harry said, holding his sister's parchment. "I'm upset too. I mean our mother is right here but she's ignoring us and our father is going to Azkaban and no one tell us anything…" Harry stood up and saved the parchments. "Good night, guys." He said and left, Ron followed him and Hermione went to her bedroom.
"I'm nervous," Eleanor said, when they were in the Great Hall having breakfast. "And I'm sorry for the way I acted last night."
"It's okay," Ron said, eating bread. "Girls, Quidditch is really dangerous. Most of the players end up in the nursery, so I want you to be careful, okay?" Eleanor and Hermione exchanged glances.
"Ron, that's not true," Harry said, smiling at Eleanor and Hermione's faces. "Just look at me. I'm still alive."
"Still," Ron repeated and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Thank you…for your kind words." Eleanor said, serious. She knew that it was dangerous, but she wasn't alone. Harry and Hermione were with her. Everything is gonna be okay, calm down. She repeated to herself like 100 times. They left the Great Hall and started to walk to the Quidditch pitch.
"You ready?" Harry asked Eleanor and Hermione. The girls took a deep breath and stared at him, nodding. "Let's the game begins." Harry said, and in that moment the doors opened, revealing the students of Hogwarts and Masters.
"Just breathe and do your best." Eleanor thought, mounting her broomstick.