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Seeker Substitute
Hermione squinted through the heavy drizzle in search for her two best friends, Amy and Ron. She spotted the flaming red hair bobbing along through the crowd before he sat beside her. Amy came next, stumbling and groaning as she fell beside them. Her eyes were halfway closed, body sagging.
"It's too early for this kind of stuff," she complained, as she often did every day when she was forced out bed before noon.
"It's never too early for Quidditch!" Ron exclaimed.
Amy rolled her blue eyes tiredly and settled back, letting the rain splatter on her face. She flinched when Hermione and Ron cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd as Harry and his team flew onto the Quidditch pitch. The Slytherins booed, as per usual. When the Slytherin team came out next, it was the Gryffindors who booed and the Slytherins who cheered.
No matter who wins this match, there's going to be some severely unhappy people, thought Amy sighed, watching lazily as the game began.
"There's the toss-and Gryffindor starts out strong with Angelina taking the Quaffle, oh, good shot-"
Amy tuned out Lee's commentary, as she felt he was a bit too enthusiastic (she wasn't huge on Quidditch, but it wasn't wise to voice such a thing) and watched the players glide along on their brooms, dodging Bludgers and diving for the Quaffles. Amy spotted Harry wipe the water from his glasses and continue his search for the Snitch. She scowled when Marcus Flint, the Slytherin tem captain, rammed into Katie, sending her flailing to gain balance back on her broom and dropping the Quaffle in the process.
"Penalty! Penalty! Where's the ref! C`mon Madame Hooch, I know you have eyes!" shouted Lee.
"Jordan!" snapped McGonagall, turning sharp, warning eyes on her student.
"Sorry, Professor. Ahem. Katie has recovered and has shown a great display of willpower for not poking the no-good brute in the eye-"
"For goodness sakes, Jordan!"
Amy snorted as McGonagall tried to wrestle the magical megaphone out his grip. Lee danced out of her reach, still hollering into the megaphone with a mischievous grin on his face. Then his grin fell and was replaced by horror. Amy snapped her head to the side when she heard Ron and Hermione gasp in fear. She followed their gazes and echoed their gasp when she spotted Harry lying in the middle of the pitch, out cold.
"What happened?" she exclaimed, wishing she had been paying slightly more attention.
Hermione scowled. "That snake Malfoy knocked Harry off his broom!"
Amy watched as the Gryffindor team lugged Harry off the pitch. She could hear Oliver hysterically shouting, "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? WE DON'T HAVE A SPARE SEEKER!"
That sucks. Amy made a mental note to turn Malfoy into a toad when she got a hold of him. After visiting Harry in the infirmary, of course.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard name being screamed. Wait. Why is my name being screamed?
Ron was standing up beside them, hands cupped over his mouth, shouting at Oliver over the crowd. "Amy can fly a broom! Harry's been showing her how to play the Seeker position!"
Amy grabbed Ron's robes and yanked him down. "What do you think you're doing?" she wailed, hoping no one had heard. "I'm not learning entirely by choice, you know!"
Glancing down at the pitch, she groaned in dismay. Wood was looking up at her with desperate hope, along with the rest of the Gryffindor team.
"If we have to come up there, we will!" Fred threatened.
McGonagall's voice crackled over the megaphone. "Get on that pitch Miss Winkle before I take away two hundred points from Gryffindor!"
Amy shot upwards, hands thrown in the air. "No! No! That is so not fair!"
"Neither is life! NOW GO WIN THE CUP!"
Amy scowled and stormed down the stands, knowing she couldn't refuse. She rolled her eyes at the cheers that arose from her fellow Gryffindors. Amy slipped into the change room and found a spare set of scarlet robes. She yanked her regular black ones off and put the scarlet ones on. Tying her wet blonde hair into a ponytail, she thentook out her wand and gave it a wave.
"Accio broomstick."
Her Nimbus One Thousand and Two came speeding to her side. Stroking it fondly, she took a deep breath and headed back onto the pitch. Soaring upwards, she nervously gripped the handle with white knuckles.
Malfoy sneered at her. "Well, well. This should be an easy game."
Amy scowled. "In your dreams, Malfoy. I'm about to kick your butt."
"We shall see."
The Quaffle was thrown in the air and Amy hovered around the pitch, the annoyed expression still on her face. The rain was falling a bit faster now. She kept her eye on Malfoy as she circled the pitch, but the rain was hindering her vision.
Now I can't see a thing. Who knows how far off the ground I am?
She let out a yelp as a Bludger struck the side of her broom. Twirling sideways, she ended up hanging upside down and she noticed something that made her heart freeze.
A green blur was speeding towards a golden sparkle. Righting herself, she followed the sparkle at a breakneck pace and was soon right beside Malfoy. He rammed into her and she rammed back. She shouted in fury when he grabbed hold of her broom handle and spun her.
Veering off course, Amy tilted upwards to avoid crashing into the stands and dove downwards. But she wouldn't make it-Malfoy's hand was mere feet away from the Snitch.
Biting her lip, Amy put on a burst of speed. She was only neck-to-feet with him when she did possible the stupidest thing she could possibly do.
She jumped.
Her hands left the slippery broom handle as she launched forwards, landing past Malfoy and hand closing around the Snitch. Ignoring the roaring cheer, she widened her blue eyes she felt herself falling. Twisting her feet tightly around her broom, she held on with all her might as she hung upside down, fifty feet above the ground.
The rain cleared up, and Amy snickered a little as Malfoy swore at her victory. But now was the time to focus on not falling to her death.
"A little help!" she hollered as her feet began to slip.
Fred and George flew up to her, grins lighting up their faces. They grabbed her arms and hauled her upright. The blood slowly ran from her face and Amy sighed in relief.
"She cheated!"
Amy ran a hand over her face in exasperation. "I did not!"
Marcus Flint, who had been shouting at Madame Hooch, rounded on the blonde hovering a few feet in front of him now. "You jumped off your broom!"
Amy twiddled the Snitch lazily in her hand. "I recall still being on my broom when I caught it. Besides, did you see anything different?"
"Hard to in this weather," Flint cried. "But we should have won!"
Amy lazily pointed to the scoreboard. "When in doubt, turn to the board Flint."
Handing the Snitch back to a slightly amused Madame Hooch, Amy flew up into the stands and jumped between Hermione and Ron. "So, how's Harry?" she asked casually.
"Tired and disappointed. But he won't be once he hears you won! That was amazing!" Hermione squealed.
Ron nodded. "Brilliant! How come you didn't sign up this year?"
An enraged roar echoed down the pitch before she could answer his question. Amy glanced down to see Marcus storming into the Slytherin change room.
A smirk danced across her lips. "No clue. It's kinda fun, now that I think about it."