Hey all you readers out there! This is my first so be gentle. I hope you enjoy it.
Note: Why do people always say I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? I don't understand that. Nobody cares if you own Harry Potter and company. I don't care if you own Hp. Wait, then I'm a nobody. But- I – er- wait- d'oh!
The crowd cheered as Gryffindor scored again. Well, at least three quarters of the crowd did. The rest, which not surprisingly happened to be Slytherin, was booing and screaming insults at the gold and scarlet dressed players.
"The score is 60-40 for Gryffindor. Angelina has possession of the Quaffle and is streaking - ouch, she's been hit hard by a Bludger - and the Quaffle is caught by Marcus Flint of Slytherin. He unfortunately is missed by the Bludger hit over by Fred Wealsey and is heading toward the Griffindor goalposts. Here's a test for the new Keeper for Griffindor…block it now, block it- yes! A spectacular save from Ron Weasley!" The commenter, Lee Jordan, leapt up with excitement.
"Wow, Ron is actually pretty good, Ginny," said Hermione, watching from the stands.
"He'd better be, he's been practicing all summer," replied Ginny, "He-"
But she was cut off from finishing her sentence. The crowd screeched and shrieked as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the two teams' Seekers, both dove after a tiny glint of gold. They flew neck and neck over the Ravenclaw stands chasing after the Snitch, so close to the people they were forced to duck. But Malfoy's Nimbus Two Thousand and One was no match for Harry's Firebolt. With a spurt of speed he launched himself forward over his broom and closed his fingers on the fluttering ball.
The stands erupted with tumultuous noise. Every single person was standing: the Griffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws in happiness; the Slytherins in outrage.
Harry landed gently on the field, chuckling to himself, the Snitch still grasped in his hand. He was immediately swarmed by hundreds of people. They lifted him, along with the rest of the team, on their shoulders. Harry looked over at his best friend, Ron, who was hoisted up near him. His face was just a shade lighter than his red hair which, for him, was saying a lot, and he couldn't help grinning from ear to ear.
"Not bad, Ron. You'll be as good as me in no time," laughed Harry.
"I can't wait," said Ron.
Hermione ran up to them, beaming.
"You were wonderful, both of you," she said breathlessly as they were put down. They were now being pushed up into Hogwarts. A party in the Gryffindor common room was certain.
"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry.
"Yeah, thanks," said Ron. If it was even possible, he went even redder.
Hope ya liked it! Please review, I don't want to write a story that nobody likes. I'll write the chapter only if I get at least five reviews, so r&r people!
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