Author's Note: I don't want flames, I'm new okay? ENJOY!! : )PS I don't know what Neville's mom's surname was so if you know tell me!! Please : ) and I know Snape didn't play Quidditch but..I don't care : ) sorry to disappoint all those hard core Snape fans
Disclaimer: If I was the 122th richest person in Britain would I be on fan fiction?? NO.
"SIRIUS, WAKE UP WE HAVE QUIDDITCH IN FIVE MINUTES!!" "Whaza…Who…Do what…Lemme go back to sleep!!!" ah, that was Sirius, my best friend since the first trip on the Hogwart's Express. "Sirius, I already have my robes on, I have your beater's bat right here, so get up." I said calmly. "QUIDDITCH?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME??" he roared. I rolled my eyes and handed him his bat. "Just get ready…kay?" once he had his robes on, and we trudged down to the pitch.
"Okay," started Benjamin Wood, our captain "We haven't won the cup for two years, we have an amazing seeker, Accurate beaters that can knock everyone off their brooms, Chasers that never miss the Quaffle, and a decent keeper." "Aw Wood you know you're the best keeper Gryffindor has ever seen!!" Sirius yelled to everyone's agreement, Wood blushed redder that a cherry. "Now, let's go out there and kick some Slytherin's butt!" "YAHH!!" everyone cheered.
We went to the field. "And now the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Benjamin Wood, James Potter, Frank Longbottom, Jerry Bell, Sirius Black, Alice Prewett, annnnnnd, Lily Evans!!!!" Everyone but Slytherin cheered loudly. "And the Slytherin team, Samuel Montague, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Peter Parkinson, Alecto Carrow, and Lucius Malfoy." Colin Jordan said dully, for he was Gryffindor. "They're in the air!! James Potter takes the Quaffle, Longbottom, Bell, Back to Potter, swerves a bluger, OI CARROW, that was a low blow don't go for the seeker, EVANS HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!! Malfoy trails her because he's too lazy to look himself…sorry professor McGonagall, I mean he's a lousy git that bought himself on the team, I mean Malfoy has seen the snitch." I chuckled to myself as I scored for the team. "GRYFFINDOR SCORE!! 50-30 Gryffindor…we will get that cup for sure, sorry professor, I mean all of the teams have an equal chance of winning. The snitch is firmly in Evans sights while Malfoy is slightly trailing behind, WHAT A DIVE! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE FIRST MATCH OF THE SEASON, 180-50!!!!
"So, Evans, congrats at winning us the game…I'll see you at the party tonight? Me, Sirius, Remy, and Pettigrew are going to nick some food from the kitchens, do y'know they call Sirius Siri now?? Those House Elves love us. Do…Do you want anything special??" I asked a feeble attempt at flirting. "I have to check with Sev, I told him I would hang out with him tonight, but seeing as I'm seeker I'd better go." "You call the greasy git Sev now?? He's a death eater you know that, or at least he wants to be one, he is OBSESSED with Dark Arts you know, nothing about defense, he wants to join Voldemort,..That's his name isn't it? I hate it when people call him you-know-who, fear of a name increases fear of the thing it's self, Dumbledore told me that last time Slughorn sent me to detention for it. Anyway, great catch, that was really good, I bet I couldn't have pulled out of that dive, Lucius crashed and he's in 6th year!! Good job." I had really made her mad with that greasy git thing, I thought as I ran to catch up to my fellow marauders.