History in the Making

by Sable Supernova

A collection of drabbles and one-shots about the building of the magical world, including the origins of Quidditch, the history of the Elder Wand and the first owner of the Fortress of Azkaban. Chapter 4: Fruit of Tomorrow: An attempt is made to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

1. The Story of Quidditch

Written for:
Ultimate Chocolate Frog Cards Challenge: Goodwin Keen – Incorporate the early makings of Quidditch into your story.
If You Dare Challenge: 934. Ask The Locals
Valentine-Making Challenge: Balloons Sticker – Write about any kind of flight.
Gringotts Prommpt Bank: OC Names: Isaac Williamson
Words: 337

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The Story of Quidditch

To make a living as a travelling magician wasn't exactly an honoured profession for wizards, but Isaac Williamson found it suited him just fine. He performed for muggle crowds, wowing the villagers with his impossible stunts, and followed the wind as it took him around the British Isles. It was a Saturday when he found himself traversing the circumference of Queerditch Marsh, it being too wet and boggy to cross directly.

He was a full day's trot away from his destination, a small muggle village north of this place, but he knew he'd need to rest for a night on the route, and so he'd taken a small divergence past Queerditch Marsh to the magical community of Queerditch itself.

The sky was clouded over, but the day was warm enough, and the birds were out on the marsh searching for their next meal. Isaac was staring out, an absent-minded smile on his face, when out of nowhere a man zoomed past him, over the edge of the marsh, on a broomstick, with a sort of crudely made ball under his arm. Hot on his tail was an enchanted rock, and behind the rock were several more flying men. Isaac stopped the horse he was riding to watch them as they headed towards a small coppice at the end of the marsh, more confused than he remembered being in years. Isaac soon decided to ask the locals about this peculiar behaviour the moment he arrived in the village. Surely someone would understand what was going on.

It was explained to Isaac that this was a game, named Queerditch, and he was enthralled. When he left Queerditch and the marsh behind, he brought news of the game to every magical community he passed through. It quickly caught on, though at that time, geography and availability of supplies produced many local variants. Within a few generations, however, Kwidditch was a national sport, and would have been very recognisable to those familiar with the game we all know and love today.