Chapter One
"Gryffindor!" Lee Jordon's voice echoed throughtout the playing field. The Gryffindor Quidditch players zoomed out from under their gold and red tent. They flew around the field, smiling and waving, to get the audienence excited. And then joined Slytherin, who had been annouced first, in a circle around the wooden box that held the golden snitch, along with the other Quidditch playing balls.
A white haired women stepped on to the field. She was wearing a black robe and had a whistle around her neck. Her eyes were a strange colour, yellow.
"I want a clean, fair game." Madame Hooch eyed the Slytherin team as they snickered to themselves. She unlocked the wooden box and release the bludgers, the game had begun.
Harry Potter immediately directed his broom upward, so he could hover over the field and watch everything take place during the game. But his attention was not on the game itself, he was looking for the snitch.
A gold flash by the goal posts of the Gryffindor team caught his eye. He looked over and there was the snitch, flying in and out of one of the goals, almost like it was taunting him. He smiled and flew straight at it, he knew it would fly away, making this chase harder then he'd like. Harry was almost at the post, he outstreched his hand to catch it but, as expected, it zoomed away when he was mere inches from it.
He flew threw the goal and followed it, his hand still outstreched.
"Good game Potter." Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captian, complimented.
Harry smiled back, "Thanks."
Gryffindor had won the Quidditch game agaisnt Slytherin. Harry wished he had a camera when he saw the look on Draco Malfoy's face when Harry had caught the snitch Malfoy hadn't seen the entire game. It was priceless.
Oliver nodded to Harry, and smiled. He then walked off to talk to one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members, Fred…or George…Harry wasn't sure.
"Harry!" Harry looked over at the mention of his name. His friend Ron was calling him, "Hey Harry! Great game! You really beat those Slytherin's. Did you see the look on Malfoy's face?" He laughed. Harry laughed as well, and the two continued with their idle chat as they walked to their next class.
It was the early morning, the wind blew through his hair and he sighed as a smile found it's way across his face. The sun was just rising above the near by trees and the grass waved at him in the slight breeze. He checked his watch, five o'clock exactly. The team shouldn't be out for practice until six.
He mounted his broom, and gracfully kicked off from the ground. He flew higher and higher until he was above the entire Quidditch field. He looked over it and smiled again, this was his home.
"Oliver!" A gruff voice from below him called his name, he turned to see who had called him. It was Marcus Flint, the Slyitherin Quidditch captain. Once Oliver realized who it was, his smile quickly disappeared.
"What?" He called back, lowering himself down to the ground and dismounted in front of Marcus.
"You cheated."
Oliver was taken aback by the sudden accusation, "What?" He lifted his eyebrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"You cheated in yesterday's Quidditch game." Marcus stated once more.
"Listen Flint," Oliver spat Marcus' last name as if it were vemon, "we did no such thing." He leaned in closer to Marcus, "Have you ever considered that maybe we're just better then you?" He smirked.
Marcus leaned in as well, "Watch it Wood. You never know what kind of 'accidents' might happen next game. Quidditch can be hazardous, very hazardous." Marcus looked Oliver over before turning around and leaving the field.
Game two…Oliver thought to himself. Marcus' threat the week before had worried him. He knew all to well that Marcus would do it, whatever it may be. He eyed Marcus as he hovered above the ground, waiting for Madame Hooch to begin the game.
Marcus caught Oliver's gaze and ran his pointer finger across his throat, indicating that Oliver would 'die'. Marcus smiled as he did this. Oliver's face hardened. He wouldn't let Flint get to him, he still had to play the game. Oliver looked away from Marcus and watching Madame Hooch approach the ever so familiar wooden box. She opened it and the game began, all the while Oliver kept a close watch on Marcus.
He had noticed Wood at the beginning of the game. He was worriedly watching him. So, just to make Wood more nervous, Marucs decided to make a 'dead' sign across his own throat. He almost laughed at the reaction he got, Wood's eyes widened and he moved his attention to Madame Hooch.
Little did Marcus know that his small joke told of a chilling future. Someone was going to die.
To Be Continued…
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