A/N: This is my latest dose of creepiness, makes no sense, special for you.

Dedicated to Mia, and makka pakka.

HARRY: *walks onto Quidditch pitch to the cheers of his housemates, not to mention the hundreds of obsessive fantards hiding inside the stands*

There was a new person on the Gryffindor team, who had a 70% chance of becoming a Mary sue, but SOMEHOW, she didn't.

MIA: YES I am alive as an original character, and speaking in words longer than two syllables! it's a miracle!
HARRY: who the hell are you?
MIA: it doesn't matter! MUAHAHAHAH!
HARRY: *backs away*

The Slytherins team walked out as well. OF course is Slytherins, its never Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, they just…aren't relevant. The only action happens between Slytherins and Gryffindors…o.O

RON: *runs up* GOODLUCK HARRY! We're cheering for you!
HARRY: that's uh…great Ron, but you might want to get off the pitch -
WHISTLE: tooty toot! (the whistle is pink and blue with glitter on it, just so you know)
MIA: *grabs a bat* DIE WEASLEY *hits bludger at his head, cackling*

At the same moment Mia hit the bludger, a slytherin beater had the same idea, so Ron now had two bludgers flying toward his head

RON: HOLY SHITFACED BACON!
DRACO: NOOOOO!
HARRY: NOOOO!
EVERYONE ELSE: *doesn't even notice, well They're only extras, they don't count anyway*

One of the bludgers SMASHES into Ron's head, and he drops cross-eyed to the ground, groaning, BUT NOT BECAUSE OF THE BLUDGER dun dun duuun! And RIGHT before the second one can slam into his face -

DRACO: *throws himself in the way* OOF!
MIA: NOOOOO NOT MY BELOVED DRACO! …. Oh well he was getting boring anyway.
DRACO: uh… *is concussed, and drifts into a memory*

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UMBRIDGE: *on speaker* Boys and Girls must stay six inches from each other at all times!!!
DRACO: phew! Well that'll be ok for us then, eh Weasley! See you at ten?

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Realizing that the game hadn't actually started, coz Ron is just so interesting, everyone got back to it. The cheers from the crowd were ear-splitting.

Which is surprising.

Surprising because, if there are six boys in Harry's dormitory, we can assume there are six girls in their year as well, and another 12 kids in each year level for that house, and then there are another three houses.

That's 12x7x4 which is 336.

I didn't think 336 people could make that much noise.

MIA: *is bludgering, or beatering whatever it is*
HERMIONE: *in the stands* that BITCH, that WHORE. Beating up Ron is MY JOB.. *overly dramatic voice* I shall TEACH her a LESSON!

Hermione recites a spell and all of a sudden Mia is hit by a flying-slimey-baby born.

CROWD: *gasp*
MIA: that's just….yuk *drops baby and attempts to wipe the jelly-like-substance off her face*

The baby zooms toward the ground aimed conveniently right for Draco's head.

DRACO: *coming to* wha…what? Ohhh what's that, its pretty, I like it….CRAP!
BABY: *falling,falling,falling…* …….WAA!
HARRY: oh my…IT'S A REAL BABY! MINE! *lunges for delicious child*

Dumbledore, finally deciding to do something about the two unconscious players and apparently real baby hurtling toward Draco, floated to the ground from the stands in a super-gay ballerina manner.

DUMBLEDORE: *catches baby just in time…then ditches it at the floor* Remember Harry - 2 c inta da flamez u muz firs fined urself!
HARRY: I SHALL! *randomly eats the snitch, oh by ACCIDENT of course!*
DUMBLEDORE: once again, I must ask too much of you Harry. Ill see you later in my office.

And with that he calmly walked away.

A/N: SHITTY ENDING WOO shitty story infact

Its….not even funny. :'(