A/N Hey guys! New chapter here! Many thanks to sabrina-luna-potter for reviewing every single chapter :-)Please enjoy!
The lazy Friday-November afternoon sun beat down on Hogwarts, wanting to turn into December. All was peaceful.
Almost peaceful.
Not peaceful.
"Scorpius! Al!" yelled Frank from the door to the library, receiving a glare from Madam Pince. He quickly lowered his voice to a whisper. "Scorpius! Al!"
Both boys looked up at him from the table on which they were working. "What, Frank?" asked Scorpius slightly grumpily.
"I've got to start this 15 inch essay that's in for Monday and I wasn't listening for the lesson and I don't know a thing about Dementors" moaned Al moodily.
"Someone's broken in to Gryffindor Tower! And worse, our dorms!" Frank told them worriedly.
"THEY'VE WHAT?!" yelled Scorpius, jumping to his feet, receiving another hawk-eyed look from Madam Pince.
"Come on!" yelled Frank again, receiving a "Five points from Gryffindor" from Madam Pince. Frank pretended not to hear her and ran off down the corridor. Scorpius tugged Al to his feet, saying, "You can finish the essay after!"
"But it's dinner then and I want to get it finished before the Quidditch...!"
"Sunday then, now COME ON!"
"But.. But.." protested Albus as Scorpius dragged him towards the door.
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They ran up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower, Scorpius puffing, "She's got eyes like a hawk, *pant pant* that woman."
"Shut up and run!" Frank called from next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, saying the password (Descendo) and disappearing behind it.
They joined him in the common room, and surveyed the wreaked room. Al whistled, still holding onto his quill and parchment. "Who did this?"
"I did!" cackled a voice from on top of a collapsed armchair. A small, white ghost wearing biker leathers, a stupid bowler hat and a clown's orange bow tie appeared with a pop.
Frank looked confused. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am Peeves. PEEVES. The poltergeist. Source of all your commotion and aggravation." He swept off his hat and gave a stupid little stage mans bow.
Al laughed. "Clothes have changed to catch up with the times, eh?"
"Yeah!" said Peeves happily. Out of nowhere, Rose walked down the stairs, and stopped.
"Ooh! A little girlie, eh?"
"I'm not even going to ask." Rose said, shaking her head and walking up the stairs again.
"Oh? What do we have here, though? Naughty kiddies out of classies? Looks like we can have some funsies!"
"Peeves we're not skiving we've got an afternoon off." Al explained absentmindedly, trying to write his essay whilst talking. "Yes and what do you do with the afternoon off?" muttered Scorpius. "You start the essay."
Peeves grinned and started dive bombing Frank with ink pots.
"Bog off, Peeves." Frank said loudly, trying (and failing) to avoid the cascading amount of ink that was being poured on him.
Peeves grinned maliciously, swooping down over Al, and snatching his quill and essay.
"Peeves! Give it back! And you can go and bugger off!" he cried.
"Ooh nasty kiddies, language!" laughed Peeves, holding up Al's essay and ripping it up. Al's face fell.
"I was really proud of that! Now you've ruined it!" he burst out. Peeves just smirked, clicked his fingers and vanished.
"Git." Al muttered
Rose came tearing down the stairs, holding a massive dusty book, wand in hand. "PEEVES! Take th- -? Where did he go?" No one payed any attention to her, apart from Scorpius who winked at her.
Frank said, "What did he write that was so important?"
Scorpius was laying on the floor, feet in the air, piecing the ripped up parchment together. "'D - e - men - tors - by - Al - bus - Potte- squiggle squiggle squiggle.'" He looked at Al in astonishment. "Dementors by Albus Potter squiggle squiggle squiggle?!"
"I was running." explained Al. "It's hard to write when you're running. I was so proud of it!"
"I'm going down to dinner." grumped Scorpius.
"Maybe we should tidy up first...?" ventured Rose, but to no avail. The three boys trooped out of the common room door, leaving Rose behind. "Well!" she said to herself, wondering what to do. So she thought and thought and couldn't think of anything. So she just said, "Well!" again.
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"Idiot." grumbled Fred, scrubbing a Special Services to the School award.
"You're the one who agreed to join in with my plan." James argued.
"You laughed. If you haven't laughed we would of got clean away. But no, you had to laugh. That laugh would of made a Howler Monkey jealous. I'm serious."
"No way."
"So it's your fault Filch is making us do this. And to top it all, Mrs Norris saw you break into his office."
"I really resent that! I did not break in, I merely picked the lock."
The two voices floated through the Trophy Room, near to where Filch was standing. He had had enough. "Mrs Norris, my sweet. Go scare them."
The cat slunk down one one of the isles, toward where the boys were cleaning. He heard a loud hiss, and a yell. "DEAR GOD!"
"What, what?" he could hear James's voice now, worried. "ARGH! THAT CAT!"
Mrs Norris padded back to Filch.
"James?"
"What?"
"You can get off me now."
"What?!"
"You just jumped into my arms."
"Right. Sorry."
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AAAND, WELCOME TO OUR FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCHES OF 2017-2018 - GRYFFINDOR VERSES SLYTHERIN! Teddy boomed, his voice amplified over the sound of the spectators.
"This is really cool, isn't it!" yelled Oliver over the sound of the people in the stands below him.
Aiden grinned "Yeah!"
Scorpius looked eagerly down at the pitch. "There they are!" he shouted excitedly.
"Where? Where?" asked Al, his voice drained over the sound of the supportive cheers coming from around him. Teddy's voice boomed out again from the commentators box
ON THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM, WE HAVE; McLAGGEN, CARROW, LINDEN WEASLEY, WEASLEY, BLACK AND POTTER!
AND ON THE SLYTHERIN TEAM WE HAVE FLINT, CRABBE, GOYLE, ZABINI, BRUTUS, YUKON AND SRYTUR!
CAPTAINS, SHAKE HANDS.
AND THEY'RE OFF! QUAFFLE IS TAKEN INTO POSSESSION BY BLACK WHO PASSES IT TO LINDEN WHO THROWS IT TO CARROW, SHE DROPS THE QUFFLE AND IT IS INTERCEPTED BY ZABINI WHO FLYS UP THE MIDDLE, WEASLEY HITS THE BLUDGER TOWARDS HER... OH THAT MUST OF HURT! BLACK CATCHES IT AND FLYS TOWARDS THE GOALPOSTS, SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES - TEN - NIL TO GRYFFINDOR!
Scorpius, amidst all the cheering, looked up. Skeiron was flying over the pitches. He whistled, and the owl flew over, Skeiron perched on his shoulder and lifted his leg up. Scorpius sat down and unraveled the paper on his leg. It was from his mum.
Dear Scorpy,
Bad news I'm afraid. Dad has been taken ill and rushed to St Mungos. Nothing serious, but we have to leave on a emergancy 'Health Trip' in two days time. Doctor says. Unfortunately, there's no way we can get you home in time, so I'm afraid that you are either going to have to stay at school for Christmas or stay with a friend.
Mum.
Scorpius quietly folded the parchment and tucked it into his pocket. Skeiron hooted in his ear and took off in the direction of the Owlery. He sat there in silence for a few minutes, vaguely listening to the match. It was only when Teddy said something different that he started to pay attention again.
AND FIFTY TO TWENTY GRYFFINDOR! AND STILL NO SIGN OF THE SNITCH, BUT SEEKER JAMES POTTER SEEMES TO BE OCCUPYING THE TIME UP THERE.
He was, Scorpius silently agreed; James, a much better seeker than the Slytherin joke, was lazily biding his time until the Snitch was spotted; he was doing what he always did during this point of the Quidditch match–standing on his broomstick, his arms in the air–a thing he liked to call "broom surfing." And he was flying down in front of the cheering Gryffindors now–even jumping a couple inches into the air a few times, just for good measure. He had a big smile on his face, Scorpius could see; James always loved attention, loved applause.
Then, something caught James's eye–a flicker of gold. He jumped back down onto his broomstick, and sped off, the Slytherin seeker at his heels.
POTTER SEES SOMETHING - HE'S OFF. HE HAS - YES - HE HAS. POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, AND GRYFFINDOR WINS, TWO HUNDRED TO TWENTY!
He didn't say anything more–but if he had, he would have been drowned out by the screams from the Gryffindor side of the pitch. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had not been the same team as Harry Potter's days at Hogwarts–quite the opposite actually; they rarely won a game, and would even lose to Hufflepuff by hundreds of points on a good day. But not today–today, they had won. They had won by a lot–played flawlessly. It was more than just a win for Gryffindor; it was the start of a new leaf, a new Quidditch dynasty.
A/N sorry for the short length, but thanks for reading! Next chapter I'm going to do the Christmas holidays! Any suggestions for rest of yr 1 and 2 would be very helpful - I have a big plan for yr 3, 4, 5 and 6!
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