Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot. If I owned Harry Potter, Ron would die a painful death and Harry and Hermione would have twins named Lily and James Jr.
He flew as fast as the scar on his forehead darted across the sky and shot like a rocket toward the small, golden, winged ball that taunted and gleamed like a star in the sky. Around him, the crowd roared like a cage of lions as a boy with white blonde hair and a pale pointed face snarled at him. He flew as fast as he could as his reached the golden ball that struggled to be free in his hand. The cheering grew louder than ever as an ocean of red swarmed around him, the moment he landed on the ground as lightly as a feather. He tried to escape and was pulled out of the mayhem by his friends, one with hair like fire and the other with eyes like warm pools of chocolate. He walked back to his room and flopped down on the bed after he got inside. The screams of happiness and cheers all melted away into the darkness of sleep, dreams, fantasies and nightmares.
A/N :What do you all think? Please Review! Just click the little purply-blue button! But please don't kill me because I wrote this during Language Arts (I hate my teacher!).