Aurora's POV

I walked down to the field on my own. Luckily we met up with Minnie before we got to the common room, who offered to help Tundra with her ink problem. I stood there waiting for the other members of the quidditch team, who I thought would be there sooner. I got tired of waiting, so I got on my broom. I took off and smiled as I felt the wind fly through my hair. Flying. It's not like running. When you're flying, you feel as free as a bird. You feel like all the troubles of the world left you behind on the ground. I stood on my broom as it continued to fly around. I spread my arms out and laughed joyously. Then I jumped off. As I was falling I transformed into a hawk and flew to my falling broom. I grabbed it with my talons, being careful not to scratch it, and placed it next to the bleachers. I flew back into the air and saw the Gryffindor Quidditch players making their way to the field with Hermione and Ron and students from other houses. I landed before the group could see me, and turned back into me. The team got onto the field while the other students sat on the bleachers to watch or study. I walked to the team, who were next to my broom. "I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We're going to train earlier, harder, and longer!" Wood squinted his eyes across the field. "What the... I don't believe it!" We turned around and saw the Slytherin Quidditch team walking our way. "Clear out, Flint! I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." I snatch the note from Flint's hand and read it out loud for the whole team to hear.

"'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'" I read as Wood read it over my shoulder. Hermione and Ron walked up to us as Wood looked up at Flint.

"You've got a new Seeker? Who?" The Slytherin team moved aside as Malfoy walked to the front of us.

"Draco?"

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year..." The Slytherin team showed us their brooms, revealing that they were-

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand Ones." Ron said.

"A generous gift from Draco's father."

"That's right, Weasley. You see, unlike some, my father can afford to buy the best." Your father is also a cheating, lying, dumb blonde, who's skin is paler than his hair.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione said. Ohh! Bitch, slay!

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Oh no you didn't. The whole Gryffindor team went ballistic. I was about to attack Draco, but Wood grabbed my arm.

"Save it for the match."

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" Ron said, as he whipped out his wand. "Eat slugs!" Ron points his wand at Malfoy, but it backfires, sending Ron flying back. We all run over to him.

"Ron! Say something!" Hermione said. I ship it. Wait... NO! I'M TURNING INTO SILLS! Ron opens his mouth to say something, but throws up a trio of slugs onto the ground. We backed up as the Slytherins begin laughing their heads of. I grabbed my wand and point it a Malfoy.

"Ducklifors." I whisper. The spell shot at Malfoy, turning him into a duck. The other Slytherins start freaking out and I glare at them. "Who's next?" I threatened. Someone grabbed Ducko Malfoy and the Slytherin team ran off. I ran over to Ron and helped Hermione stand him up.

"Let's take him to Hagrid. He'll know what to do." Harry said. We nodded, and began making our way to Hagrid's.

***Time Skip***

Hagrid rummages about, looking for something. "Got jus' the thing. Set 'im down on that chair o'er there." As me and Hermione sat Ron down, Hagrid places a bucket in between Ron's legs. We look questionably at Hagrid. He shrugs. "Better out than in. Who was he tryin' ter curse anyway?"

"Malfoy. He called Hermione, well, I don't know exactly what it means..."

"He called me a Mudblood." Hermione said quietly.

"He didn'!" Harry looked confused, so I decided to explain to him.

"It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who was Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation." I told him.

"Yeh see, Harry. There are some wizards - like Malfoy's family - who think they're better than everyone else 'cause they're what people call pureblood."

"That's horrible." Ron belches forth a slug.

"It's disgusting!"

"An' it's codswallop ter boot. Dirty blood. There's 'ardly a wizard today that's not half-blood or less. If we 'adn't married Muggles we'd've died out long ago. Besides, they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can't do..." He gives her a hug. "Don' you think on it, Hermione. Don' you think on it fer a minute."