Hey everybody! I'm back! Thank you to all those who have reviewed, you're all awesome! I hope you like this next chapter as much as the ones before, this chapter will contain a lot of quidditch, since I love quidditch, I've read quidditch through the ages loads of times! So anyway, here's the story...
Disclaimer: Seriously, I would love to be the one that owned Harry Potter, but... I think I'm going cry... I don't... (sob) own Harry potter... (Breaks down in tears).
After a long argument between Lily and Petunia as to why Petunia got a tent of her own, at the other side of the campsite, no less, with Petunia answering, "The futher away from you I am the better!" The girls found themselves being navigated between different and all equally unusual tents. Finally, they came in front of two rather plain tents, but due to the sounds of;
"I call the top bunk!" From the right, the girls walked towards the one to the left of it. Lily could have sworn that voice sounded like Sirius Black, no, it's impossible, she thought. Hestia opened the flap of the tent the presumed to be theirs, and immediately the tent changed to suit the girl's personalities.
It was split into four. One quarter was bedecked in an emerald green colour, with a double bed, a desk, and a small wizarding radio. Lily immediately ran and jumped onto the bed, and let out a sigh of relief. It felt just as good as her bed at Hogwarts; it even had emerald green hangings to give her some privacy.
The quarter next to it was lots of different shades of purple, it too had a double bed with a light purple bed sheet with darker purple flowers embroided into it, it had two bookcases, one filled with muggle classics and another filled with wizarding books. There was a bedside table which held another wizarding wireless. It also had a muggle television, which actually worked; lily was quite intrigued at that, as muggle electronics usually didn't work in highly populated wizarding places.
The other side of the room was completely different to the others. It was red and gold with what looked like a Gryffindor bed and posters of quidditch players (mostly the Wimbourne wasps) waving at them. It had a mini fridge and a miniature stadium which seemed to play whichever game you wanted to see. Right now it was playing the amazing victory of the Wimbourne wasps against the Holyhead Harpies, nobody had expected them to win, but with a surprise goal making the wasps 140 points down, the seeker, Barty Milisont pulled off a brilliant Wronski feint that the other team wouldn't have fell for if they hadn't been playing the reserve seeker, and caught the snitch just before the Harpies scored. Hestia had gone on about it to Marlene for two weeks afterwards, as Marlene was a big Harpies fan. Hestia ran over to the stadium and stared in awe at it.
The last quarter was a cooking/dining space, it also had a mini fridge, but this time was filled with real food, as Hestia had moved onto her mini fridge, which was filled with every sweet imaginable. The table had a bigger wireless than the ones in the 'bedrooms'.
"Alright girls! That's enough staring in wonder, we need a plan!" Stated lily, marching over to the tabled and sitting down.
"What do we need a plan for?" Marlene asked absentmindedly, she sat down to the right of lily, her nose in a book.
"For gwettin' bck' pepunia of cworse" Stated Hestia, coming over with a mouthful of chocolate and sitting opposite Lily
"I'm thinking we need to get our hands on some of those filibuster fireworks"
James and Sirius sat staring at their newly found miniature quidditch pitch, watching the infamous Wimbourne wasps vs. Holyhead Harpies match. Remus was lying on the bottom bunk of his bed, moaning and clutching his stomach,
"Shut up Moony! We've just missed Thompson score because you ate too much chocolate, I told you to lay off after the 34th bar!" whined Sirius,
"I think my stomach has exploded" Remus moaned, completely ignoring him.
"Come on, with so much open space and the two newest shooting stars brooms, there's no time to waste!" James almost shouted out with excitement. Sirius jumped up and raced to the door with James hot on his heels, "you comin' Moony!" he yelled over his shoulder, a groan was his only answer.
They raced out of the tent at full speed and crashed into an extremely thin, blonde ragdoll marching towards the tent to the left of theirs.
"Sorry, doll" James inwardly laughed at his own joke, she just huffed and turned her nose up to him, continuing her march.
"Dude, wasn't that, that girl who spent two whole days cleaning the Ravenclaw tower?" Sirius said as he walked towards James, their brooms in hand "what was her name, Petal something, wasn't it?"
"Dunno, I don't remember her, oh well!" He said and grabbed his broom. They made their way to a clearing with a group of people playing a quidditch game, there were even the metal posts and the markings on the floor, even thought it was nowhere near as big as the Hogwarts pitch, but it was still a pitch.
"OI! MIND IF WE JOIN IN!" Sirius yelled to the players. One of them flew down to them,
"Hi, I'm Walton Finnegan. You're lucky, our teams down two players, a beater and chaser, can you play those?" he asked in an Irish accent.
"Yeah, we play for the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts, I'm James Potter, this is Sirius Black, he's a beater and I'm a chaser, so it seems we fit the job description." James stated proudly, Sirius was smiling smugly behind him.
"Alright, then, get on your brooms and get playing." Finnegan said, handing Sirius a bat. James flew up to the chasers who were holding the Quaffle and eyeing him sceptically.
"Hi, I'm James Potter, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team at Hogwarts, I hope you don't mind me invading like this." He said to the two of them.
"No, its fine, I'm Seamus Finnegan, Walton's brother, nice to meet you. This is Ernie Richards" he said, pointing to the other man behind him, James nodded to him and he nodded back. "We hope you can win this over for us, we're losing badly at the moment, the scores 40-160 to them." He pointed to a team of rough looking men who were glancing at them and talking in hushed voices.
"Them? They'll be a push over!" James exclaimed, he'd face Crabbe and Goyle of Slytherin, the might be big and burly, but they moved quite slowly and very easy to trick.
"Not these ones!" Ernie spoke up for the first time, "they knocked the last two players, the ones you replaced, out of the match!" James thought about this, but before long a man on the ground blew his whistle for the game to start again.
"Alright! The yellow side is wining against the red side 40-160" James suddenly realised that his jumper had been turned a deep crimson colour, much like his Gryffindor robes actually. He flew into the position that he knew he would get the quaffle first in. The referee released the bludgers and then the snitch. He threw the quaffle up into the air and the game begun.
James flew straight at the quaffle and snatched it from the air. Carrying it at his side, he zoomed towards the posts and noticed two large me flying up beside him, trying to box him in, they were faster and more agile than James had given them credit for. He saw Ernie appear below him and flew the quaffle down to him before doing a neat loop so the two men crashed into each other. Ernie was streaking towards the posts, James flew at full speed towards them, having the faster broom, he matched Ernie easily. They were nearing the goal posts and Ernie was raising the quaffle to score, but James knew this trick, by the angle of his hand, James knew he would make a quick pass to him, but apparently so did the keeper. So when the quaffle was thrown to him, he did the one thing nobody would ever expect him to do, he flew straight through the hoop.
"Ten points to the red team!" Yelled the referee.
The game carried on much like this with James scoring five more times, Ernie scoring twice and Seamus once. Making the score 150-130, still to the yellows. Suddenly Walton, who was the seeker, made a quick dive, the seeker of the other team right behind him. Walton wasn't putting on the full speed of a star sweeper 108, James noticed, but so had the other seeker, and he was pulling ahead but James also noticed that he wasn't putting on the full speed either.
Just as the other seeker reached out his hand, Walton put on a sudden burst of speed and practically snatched the snitch from the other seekers hand. He held it aloft and the whole red team cheered, they flew over and hugged him.
"Not too shabby Finnegan." James commented as he shook Walton's hand.
"Not too shabby yourself, Potter, six goals in the space if half an hour, not too bad at all" he grinned widely, "We've got another game on Monday, how about you and Black have a spot on the team for a while? We could certainly do with your talent, I also noticed your friend hit quite a few good bludgers, knocked a few teeth out."
"Yeah course! I'd love too, that's if your other players don't mind" said James, referring to the two they replaced.
"Oh they won't be on their broomsticks for a while, I can assure you that" Walton said with a grimace, the laughed, "Firewhisky all 'round I say lads!" and with that, they made their way to Walton's tent to get absolutely rotten. They were, after all, of age.
Authors note: Finishing off at twenty to 2 in the morning, with two strange-Insomnia-like friends still awake (crazy people). Reviews will join me in my dreams tonight... today? But only if you give me them?
Goodnight and god bless from England
half-blood goddess xxxx
