An unexpected love
Seven blurs of orange flew around the bright blue July sky, they were intermingled with seven streaks of green . It was the Quiddich world championship, England versus Ireland, and the score was tied at 70 and the snitch was yet to be seen...at least not by the crowd below. Suddenly there were two players streaking towards the ground, one green and one orange. The seekers had seen the snitch! Soon England's seeker was just out of reach of the snitch! He reached out his hand ...almost there...and closed it around the snitch. Just then the Irish seeker ran into him and knocked him off his broom! The crowd gasped in fear as the player plummeled towards the ground and landed with a thud. The last time many of the people in the crowd had seen this happen was years ago at a quidditch match at Hogwart's School. Harry Potter, the seeker for Griffendor, had fallen off his brown when the dementors from Azkaban walked on to the field.
But that was the past and everyone's mind was here, at the Quiddich World Championship, and England's seeker was lying in a heap in the middle of the playing field. Two medi-wizards rushed over to him, and after a few moments the player stood up and raised his arm above his head. The crowd went wild! There in the seekers hand was the tiny golden snitch. Harry Potter had won the championship game for England.
A/N: J.K. Rowling owns every thing about this story except the plot, and well in a way its hers too. =0) i own nothing but the computer i typed it own, and well thats my mom's!