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The Rules of Hogwarts	By : MistressAshley Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rule 1
- 2-Rule 2
- 3-Rule 3
- 4-Rule 4
- 5-Rule 5
- 6-Rule 6
- 7-Rule 7
- 8-Rule 8
- 9-Rule 9
- 10-Rule 10
- 11-Rule 11
- 12-Rule 12
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- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no profit from writing this.

AN: Thank you guys for all your lovely reviews, alerts, and favorites, and I'm sorry to say I'm a very poor review answerer. I hope you guys forgive me for my failings! We've made it to rule 10, only 40 more to go!

*I do have a question though, do you guys want me to start posting the rules after the stories? I tend to write my stories as slight surprises but that doesn't really work if you see the rule. Does it ruin the suspense horribly or do you want me to continue as is? Let me know in a review or through the poll on my fanfiction.net profile. Thanks!*

Timeline: Sirius did not break out of Azkaban or if he did the Ministry didn't set Dementors on Hogwarts. Winky was given clothes much earlier. It doesn't matter who owned her or how she was set free, so think up your own tale if you must.

Rule 10: House Elves are NOT suitable replacements for Bludgers.

Bludgers of Doom

The door to the third year dorm slammed open startling the boys curled snug in their beds awake. There was a second thud as Neville jerked awake and tumbled from the bed to the hard floor below.

Harry sat bolt upright, fumbling for his wand with one hand as he rubbed his eyes with the other.

"Wha—," Ron mumbled from beneath the scarlet covers.

Framed in the door, wild eyed and disheveled was Oliver Wood. He was wearing his Quidditch robes and Harry wondered briefly if he was forgetting an early morning, before game workout, but he couldn't remember anything fogged with sleep as his mind still was.

"Oliver?" Yeah, that sounded sophisticated.

"They called the game off," Oliver growled. It was like being struck with lightening or maybe that was real lightening outside the window, sleep falling away like being dunked in water. His mind was clear and working itself into a storm of activity. Oliver was ranting, words barely intelligible. "McGonagall said there was nothing she could do … how could they lose them … Slytherins!" The last was growled so fiercely and Oliver's face twisted with madness. The fourth year boys watched the older boy warily before he managed to rein in his temper.

"Oliver, what happened?" Harry demanded. That rant had given him very little information.

"Someone stole the Bludgers, not just tampered with them but full out stole them! It was the Slytherins; it has to be! They don't want to play us in this weather, and Dumbledore won't listen to Malfoy's complaints that his arm is still bothering him. He said he trusts Madam Pomfrey's wand work, and if he's not a St. Mungo's he must be fine. Good man, Dumbledore—gave them two choices, forfeit or find another Seeker. It seems they've found a new way out of playing." Oliver slumped in the doorway with a resigned sigh. This was his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup Harry knew and this would be a real blow. Harry knew he could win against Malfoy in any weather, but Wood thought the rain would give them a much needed advantage against the Slytherin team's new brooms.

"Don't they have backup equipment?" Dean asked.

Oliver slumped even more if that were possible. "No, it's tradition according to McGonagall, and when I asked why they couldn't just apparate or Floo to Diagon Alley and pick up a set of Bludgers she shot me down—told me there are spells and tests and things that would need to be done before they'd allow them on the field. By the time they do all those tests it would be time for the next game."

The fourth years exchanged forlorn glances, now wide awake at the thought of the Slytherins getting one over on them.

Harry's mind was working overtime however. His eyes narrowed as his thoughts swirled. Where could the Slytherins possibly hide two Bludgers? It wasn't like they wouldn't smash themselves out of a suit of armor and go on a rampage if someone was stupid enough to stash them there. There were many unused classrooms in the dungeons, but the teachers were sure to have run a standard search and Bludgers weren't exactly quiet. The Slytherin common room was the most likely place, probably stashed in a trunk. Harry could just see a rattling trunk in pride of place as the Slytherins sat smugly around it sure in their superiority as Snape barely glanced at the bouncing trunk before leaving to inform Dumbledore that he had no luck finding them. But Harry had an idea.

"Oliver, get the team—no, get everyone to the field. There's going to be a game today if it's the last thing I do," Harry vowed.

It took no more convincing for Oliver to straighten and begin ordering the others to get dressed, ushering them from the room with demands to tell everyone they met on their way to the pitch.

)()(

Harry dragged on his robes and made his way down the hall towards the dungeons. He wasn't heading to where he knew the Slytherin common room was though.

A few minutes of walking led him to an old and dusty painting. A tickle and a giggle had a doorknob forming under his hand. Pushing it open revealed an expansive kitchen that didn't look so large with so many tiny beings scurrying around the room.

Harry found himself nearly bowled over as one of the tiny beings darted from the crowd and attached itself to his knees.

"Harry Potter, sir! You's come to see Dobby?" Eyes the size of golf balls shined up at him with near obsession.

Harry hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yeah, yeah, I did come to see you, Dobby. I have a favor to ask you … and maybe Winky, too?" He gave his voice a questioning lilt knowing full well what effect that would have on Dobby. Was he a horrid person for manipulating Dobby? Really, he was sure all he needed to do was ask and Dobby would jump at the chance.

The eyes got wider if that were possible and Dobby nearly vibrated in place in his eagerness to please. "Dobby will do anything for Harry Potter sir."

Harry meandered through the working house elves to the table in the far corner. Once seated, Harry turned to the hovering Dobby. "You heard about the stolen Bludgers, didn't you?" At Dobby's slow nod Harry continued. "Well, the professors can't find them and there's no use going to Diagon Alley to buy more because they'd still need to be tested."

"What does Harry Potter sir wish of Dobby?"

"What if we don't use Bludgers? What if we use something else? You and Winky can disguise yourselves as the Bludgers; I can 'find' you, and we can play. None of the teachers will ever have to know, but I'll warn the Gryffindor team and you can avoid the Slytherin Beaters. I know Winky hates heights so if you know another elf that would be willing …," Harry trailed off. This was such a stupid idea, and there was no way Dobby would agree.

"Winky is a good elf; Winky will dos hers job!" A squeaky, sniveling voice piped up from behind Harry and almost sent him out of his seat. His heart beat against his ribs harshly as he turned around. Winky's form wavered and nearly tipped over sideways. Her clothes looked as if they had recently been cleaned but also appeared as if they had been tugged on by someone else—probably when she was passed out from too much butterbeer. She was a pathetic sight but welcome right this second.

"You'll do it, Winky?"

Winky trembled, long finger reaching up to cover her eyes as she nodded hard.

"Dobby?"

There was no answer from Dobby except excited bouncing, the socks covering his ears bouncing along with him.

"Right," Harry breathed. "You do know how to disguise yourselves as Bludgers, right?" He certainly hoped so because he didn't know the transfiguration spell for such a thing. He needn't have worried though because the elves were nodding as they pulled him from the room.

)()(

Harry grasped the rattling trunk with both hands as he stumbled out onto the pitch. The stands were nearly full having no flashes of green or silver among them.

"What is the meaning of this, Potter?" McGonagall's lips were pursed so far that they seemed nonexistent. She stomped off the pitch and bore down on him like a dragon protecting its eggs.

"I found the Bludgers, Professor." Harry rattled the already shaking trunk before he dropped it to the ground.

The Gryffindor Head of House narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And how is it that you found the Bludgers when the professors and the Headmaster himself have been scouring the castle for them all morning?"

Harry shrugged innocently. "I asked the house elves."

Her nostrils flared, but there was nothing she could do besides send one of the spectators to inform Professor Snape that the game was back on.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before the Slytherin Quidditch team stormed onto the pitch. Their faces pulled into snarls as they gazed at the shaking trunk. Harry smirked at them from behind McGonagall's back because they all knew the Bludgers in the trunk weren't the stolen Bludgers, but there was nothing the Slytherins could say without implicating themselves in the theft.

Harry backed off from the arguing Professors McGonagall and Snape and quietly informed his fellow teammates of the true identity of the Bludgers. Fred and George looked beyond gleeful and Harry made it a point to ask them politely not to hit Dobby and Winky too hard.

The game started normally enough, the players rising into the air with a stern warning from Madam Hooch for a clean game. Harry snorted, yeah right! That was never going to happen.

Harry quickly noticed something odd as a jet black ball went whizzing past his ear—it was practically quivering, shaking noticeably in fright. Harry could swear he caught a glimpse of wide white eyes before they were frosted over with black … though that black looked awfully like long, spindly fingers. He was quick to shake it off as he saw a flash of gold. It turned out not to be the Snitch and the ball was lost to the game below.

Harry's eyes scanned the pitch but he could help them from drifting to game play. A ball came hurtling towards the two Seekers suspended in the air.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Harry's eyes popped wide as he watched a pitch black Dobby hurtle through the air. His wide eyes were closed but a huge smile stretched his face and his colorfully socked feet arched behind him. The flying elf jerked to the side and cannoned toward where Malfoy was gripping his broom in fear, pale face even paler.

Harry found himself unable to keep the grin from his face, laughing as Malfoy dived toward the ground with a shriek. It was all the better when Harry caught sight of the Snitch hovering only feet away from where Malfoy had been. It was a simple matter drifting closer and the Snitch practically flew into his hand.

It wasn't the cheers that greeted him when he reached the ground that had him grinning but Malfoy's still heard shrieks as the Dobby Bludger chased him around the pitch. The icing on the win however was a combination of two things—the first was Snape chasing after Malfoy, wand raised as he tried to target a quickly moving Dobby; the second sight was even sweeter, Dumbledore sat calmly in the stands in brightly colored robes and his wizards hat perched jauntily on his head with the pinky of one hand jammed into his ear twisting back and forth in an attempt to clean out suddenly formed earwax.

If Harry wasn't mistaken Dumbledore's lips trembled as Snape's cries of rage joined Malfoy's shrieks of fear, but he had to be mistaken, right?

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