Sorry i haven't updated in a looong time, been busy with finishing school ... having birthdays ... chasing chickens ... but you dont want to hear about that
ON WITH THE STORY! but first:
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the bold and italic quotes are from the book while the bold and underline quotes are from the movies. If I have movie quotes. oh wait I dont have any in this chapter, scratch that
Ok finally i'm done
Boys and girls in red and gold and green and silver stand next to broomsticks with their right hand over it… Lily and Snape side by side …
"UP!" Potter's jumped into his hands immediately, Lily's the second time she said up …
"Up. Up. UP!" his broomstick stayed firmly on the ground … finally Madam Hooch told him to pick it up … He tried to ignore the laughing …
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snape's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Snape looked down from the staff table just in time to see Draco Malfoy snatch something out of Longbottom's hand. He frowned, pulling his wand out under the table to banish it back but Professor McGonagall was over there as quickly as if she Apparited there and Draco, scowling, handed it back.
Snape climbed up to the towers overlooking the Forbidden Forest. Where- ah yes there they were. He caught sight of Harry's black head and Draco's blond one.
Madam Hooch arrived and began talking. Snape magnified his hearing. "Auditume!"
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on now, hurry up."
Snape came very close to laughing as he saw Draco's face. It was a mixture between a sneer and such a look of disgust .
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say Up!"
Harry's jumped in his hand immediately, Draco's soon after that.
"With feel!"
Ron Weasley's broom flew up and smacked him in the face.
When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick of from the ground hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle- three- two-"
But Neville Longbottom had pushed off before the rest of them, and rose up- before slipping off his broomstick and falling to the ground with a nasty crack.
"None of you are to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
She walked away and no sooner was she out of earshot than Draco started laughing.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped a pretty girl with a long dark braid.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said a girl that Snape remembered as Pansy Parkinson. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
"Look!" said Draco, snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
Stop it Draco you idiot! Snape thought.
"Give it here Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Draco smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find – How about a tree?"
"Give it here!"
Too late, thought Snape as Draco took off in the air. And then-
"No! Madam Hooch told us not to move – you'll get us all in trouble!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was easy, this was wonderful. He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here or I'll knock you off that broom!"
Harry saw something out of the corner of his eye but couldn't worry about it now.
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broomstick tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snape's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Snape looked at his two godsons. Well this friendship is starting off well! He was about to turn around to go inside when he heard a whoosh.
He turned in time to see Harry just catch a little round ball in his fist.
Wow he thought. Has he even ever been on a broom before? That was one of the best dives I've seen! Better then many of- Potter's.
"HARRY POTTER!"
Startled, Snape looked towards the sound and saw Professor McGonagall striding purposely forward to were the students stood.
"Never – in all my days at Hogwarts-"
Snape rolled his eyes. Really, we all have our little acts but this is taking it a bit to far, Minerva.
"How dare you- might have broken your neck-"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor-"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil-"
"But Malfoy-"
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter follow me, now."
Snape sighed and headed to intercept McGonagall, moving quickly through the castle, passing students and ghosts until he caught sight of McGonagall's tall peaked hat.
He stopped, confused. Why was Wood with them? And then he knew-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"-A century," said Harry, shoveling pie into his mouth. He felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon. "Wood told me."
Ron gaped at Harry.
Harry looked over his shoulder.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I feel like somebody is staring at me. Is somebody staring at me?"
"Besides him?" said Hermione, indicating Ron.
Ron glared at her. "It's really none of your business."
Harry turned again, but no one was there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snape's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Snape looked away from Harry. His mother's eyes, his father's face and hair … who is he though?
He saw Draco stand up and approach the Gryffindor table, flanked as usual by Crabbe and Goyle. What's that about?
The Weasley turned around angrily which was strange because nothing could usually distract him from his food.
Snape frowned. "Auditume!"
"I'm his second, who's yours?"
"Crabbe. Midnight all right? We'll meet you at the Trophy Room; that's always unlocked."
Malfoy you idiot! Snape thought.
Midnight
Snape moved swiftly toward the Trophy Room. Draco, we are going to talk about this!
He heard shuffling in the room up ahead. He glided toward the noise soundlessly as a bat.
It was not Draco Malfoy.
It was not Harry Potter.
It was Argus Filch, talking to his cat:
"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."
Snape glided closer, until he was a foot away from the unsuspecting Filch.
Filch finally looked up.
"Ahhhhh!" He fell backwards, breathing heavy. "Professor! I d-d-didn't see you there!"
"Obviously," Snape replied coolly. "Why are you here?"
"I-I-I received a tipoff from one of you-you-your own students, a Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"Is that so," Snape purred, his most dangerous voice.
"Y-y-yes, Professor."
How very … Slytherin of you, Draco. No wonder our house has a bad reputation.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
"I'll deal with this," Snape snapped. "Go back to doing- whatever you were doing."
Without waiting to hear a reply, he stormed off, his cape billowing behind him.
Just my luck-Peeves.
"Have there been any students passing this way?" he asked the poltergeist? Peeves adopted a saintly air. "Why hello, your Professerness!" he said.
"I don't have time for games," Snape hissed. "Yes or no will do."
"Maybe."
Losing patience, Snape thought; Legilemens! And he was in Peeves's memories.
He saw Harry and Ron along with- the Granger girl and Longbottom? He watched as they talked to Peeves, Ron took a swipe at him, (idiot) Peeves bellowed his annoyance, and they ran to the end of the corridor, (of course to the forbidden door)and the Granger girl opened it.
Snape pulled himself out of Peeves's memories and glided to the door, pulling it open to see Fluffy bearing down on the four Gryffindors. They tumbled out and Snape slammed and locked the door.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor." He said. "Now go back to your dorm, and if I find you here again it will be two hundred."
They scrambled to their feet and took off. Snape sneered at their obvious want to put as much space between the dog and themselves. I suppose it was rather frightening but I would have expected more from Gryffindors, not to mention The Boy who Lived.
So was it a awesome success? a valiant effort? a horrible failure? the best fanfic you've ever read?
Oh this is my first chapter as a seventh grader, so ~~o ~~o ~~o ~~o to me!