*The Seeker
Author: StarCat
Disclaimer: Quidditch belongs to JK Rowling, the genius!
Distribution: Ask, and you shall receive.
Author Note: I don't have a beta so spelling mistakes are all mine. I hope
you enjoy this...whatever it is...
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The wind whipped through his hair, the smell of summer hung in the air. The trees and grass had turned green again; small white clouds floated in an otherwise clear blue sky. The grounds below were nothing but a blur from his seat in the sky. He moved fast with unbelievable grace and freedom. The only things that existed were him and his broom, though there was more going on. A tiny golden ball with pure white wings fluttered calmly near the earth. The boy dove for it and the sphere zoomed away faster than the eye could see.Time passed unnoticed, as did the other players below the Seeker. He hovered high above them all, in the game yet apart from it as he scanned the pitch for that flying sun. A large black ball careened toward the Seeker and he dodged it. There was a loud 'THWACK!' and the bludger returned to the action below. For the first time during the game, he noticed the other people flying around the pitch as well. A scarlet clad figure streaked across the field. A moment later, a red ball flew through one of the tall golden hoops. The players in green cringed with disappointment. Cheers rose up from the crowd doning red and gold. The Seeker clapped proudly. A glint of gold caught his eye, it was coming from just behind the opposing team's goal. It swirled around the post and flashed toward the Seeker's broom. The golden snitch then dove downward as if to tease the boy. The player followed it's steep decent, catching the glimmering ball a mere two feet above the tips of the grass. A strong voice rang through out the stadium, "Gryffindor wins over Slytherin; two hundred to one hundred!" The Seeker held the snitch high over his head, it's wings battered furiously against his grasp, trying to escape. The sun shone down on the boy's flushed face and he smiled. This is what he lived for, Quidditch! *******
The wind whipped through his hair, the smell of summer hung in the air. The trees and grass had turned green again; small white clouds floated in an otherwise clear blue sky. The grounds below were nothing but a blur from his seat in the sky. He moved fast with unbelievable grace and freedom. The only things that existed were him and his broom, though there was more going on. A tiny golden ball with pure white wings fluttered calmly near the earth. The boy dove for it and the sphere zoomed away faster than the eye could see.Time passed unnoticed, as did the other players below the Seeker. He hovered high above them all, in the game yet apart from it as he scanned the pitch for that flying sun. A large black ball careened toward the Seeker and he dodged it. There was a loud 'THWACK!' and the bludger returned to the action below. For the first time during the game, he noticed the other people flying around the pitch as well. A scarlet clad figure streaked across the field. A moment later, a red ball flew through one of the tall golden hoops. The players in green cringed with disappointment. Cheers rose up from the crowd doning red and gold. The Seeker clapped proudly. A glint of gold caught his eye, it was coming from just behind the opposing team's goal. It swirled around the post and flashed toward the Seeker's broom. The golden snitch then dove downward as if to tease the boy. The player followed it's steep decent, catching the glimmering ball a mere two feet above the tips of the grass. A strong voice rang through out the stadium, "Gryffindor wins over Slytherin; two hundred to one hundred!" The Seeker held the snitch high over his head, it's wings battered furiously against his grasp, trying to escape. The sun shone down on the boy's flushed face and he smiled. This is what he lived for, Quidditch! *******