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AN: after reading another fic, I realized that I'm not as personable as I should be, but since this is my first story I don't know how to act on this site, so if you have any questions, just ask and I'll answer them if I can. And if you have time, tell me what you thought about this chapter.
Chapter 7 the Match
It was now November and the weather was turning cold. The Quidditch season had begun and having Hermione as a friend did have its advantages, one of them was that she helped them with their homework, and another was when she lent Harry Quidditch Through the Years. David didn't need it, "I learned a little already." He told her when she offered the book. The strangest thing had been happening since Halloween, David and Hermione were becoming good friends, they hadn't even said anything negative about each other since Halloween.
Hermione had been a little bit more relaxed about rules with them. The day before the first Quidditch match, they had created a little blue fire since they were cold. Snape walked by them or rather limped, but soon stopped and walked towards them. They blocked the flame as best as they could, they were sure it was against the rules. He hadn't seen it but he asked, "What have you got there, Potter?"
Harry showed him the book. "Don't you know that library books are not meant to be taken out of the school?" Snape said, taking the book away, "five points taken from Gryffindor and you, Barley, you should have told him, another five points for your disregard of rules."
"I hate him," David mumbled once Snape had left.
"He crated those rules just to get us into trouble," Harry said, "I wonder why he is lipping."
"Don't know," Ron said, "but I hope he continues to limp."
Later they were in the common room. Harry, David, Ron, and Hermione were sitting by the fire. Hermione was checking Harry's and Ron's charms homework, David was still finishing it, he could do the wand movements right but the homework was a different story. Harry had decided to get his book back.
As Harry left, David got done and was about to put away when Hermione grabbed the homework and started to proofread his answers, she had told them that they couldn't copy her notes, which David hardly ever did, he raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't see it. "I don't understand this girl," he thought, "but I don't understand girls in general."
Hermione gave David his homework back, with only a few corrections, just as Harry came in looking like he ran for his life.
"You guys won't believe where Snape was Halloween," Harry said to David, Ron, and Hermione.
"Well tell us," Ron said.
"Snape tried to get past the three headed dog and that's how he got the limp," Harry said, "he just complained about it to Filch, he's trying to get whatever that dog is guarding."
"But he's a professor," Hermione said. "He's not nice but still a professor."
"Not all Professors are saints," Ron snapped, "I agree with Harry, what about you, David?"
He had hoped to stay out of it because of his answer but now he would have to answer, "I, uh, agree with Hermione."
Ron's mouth was hanging open and Hermione was smiling at him, "see," she said, "he's mature enough to admit when I'm right."
"But why?" Ron asked, Ron clearly thought David would side with him and Harry.
"You know I hate Snape just as much as you, Harry," David began, "but what would he gain going down there? Harry, do you know what that dog is guarding?" Harry shook his head no.
They went to bed shortly after that. David wondered what that dog was guarding but he decided to fall asleep, tomorrow was his and Harry's first Quidditch match and it was against Slytherin.
The next day, the Great Hall was talking about the match; everyone was excited except Harry and David. And neither were hungry.
"Come on," Hermione said, "you guys got to eat something."
"We're not hungry," Harry said. David had his head down on the table, something he did if something was bothering him.
"You'll both do great," Hermione said.
"Yeah," Ron said with food in his mouth, "You do a great job of flying at home, David, and you're a natural on a broom, Harry,"
David took his head off the table and even though he still doubted his abilities, it felt good to have his friends' support. He turned to Harry and said, "Let's watch out for each other while we're up there." Harry nodded.
It was now eleven o'clock, and, Harry and David headed to the changing room. Ron and Hermione headed to the stands where they meet up with Neville, Seamus, and Dean in the west hub in the top row. As a surprise for Harry and David, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers ruined that said Potter for president, Barley for king, Harry's was on the top half while David's was on the bottom of the sheet, Hermione had charmed it so both parts of the banner would change color.
In the locker room, Harry, David, and the rest of the team were changing into Gryffindor scarlet Quidditch robes; Slytherin would be in green.
Wood cleared his throat. "All right men," he said.
"And of course women," Angelina Jonson said, a fellow chaser.
"And of course women," Wood said. "This is it."
"The important one," Fred said.
"The one we have been waiting for," George said.
"We know his speech by heart," Fred told Harry and David.
"Quiet you two," Wood said. "This is the best Gryffindor has ever had and we're going to win, I know it." Then he glared at them as if to don't fail me, "good luck out there."
Harry and David followed Fred and George. Thoughts flowed through David's head. "What if I drop the Quaffle if it's thrown to me? What if I accidently score for the wrong team? What if McGonagall realizes that I'm was bad at Quidditch and decided to punish me by suspending and sends me home."
As they walked to the field, they heard cheers. While in the stands, Ron and Hermione were cheering when they saw Harry and David. A voice came from behind them, "excuse me, coming through."
"Hagrid," Ron said, "what are doing here when you have those huge binoculars?"
"Can't see a thing from my hut," Hagrid said. "I didn't want to miss this."
Back on the field, Harry and David were in the air. David was looking at Marcus Flint, whose face looked like that troll they faced on Halloween. Something caught both Harry's and David's attention from the corner of their eyes. They turned around and saw the banner and they both knew they would do fine.
"I want a clean game from all of you!" Madam Hooch said, she was referring.
Just before she threw the Quaffle up, a thought came to David, "While on offence find open field, stay away from the clump of players, and while on defense, try to just help block the goal." The idea sounded good to him.
Lee Jordan, who was friends with Fred and George, was commentating. "And the Quaffle's up and Angelina Johnson has it, she's really cute too."
"Jordan," McGonagall said, "behave."
"Angelina has a bunch of Slytherins surrounding her, she passes it to a wide open David Barley and he zooms towards the hoops and score, Gryffindor is up ten points."
The Gryffindor's were going wild. McGonagall was clapping proudly. David looked back at the hoop, he had been amazed when he had caught the Quaffle and he found it difficult to believe he had just scored the first point. But he realized that he might not be too bad at this
"The Quaffle is back up and Marcus Flint has it and is about to sc- no blocked by the Gryffindor keeper Oliver Wood- Barley has possession again, he was able to avoid a bludger sent his way by a Slytherin beater, dodges an oncoming Slytherin player, he's getting closer to the hoops now only the keeper to beat and he does, score, Gryffindor is up twenty to zero, he's only a first year and he's scored two points in less than the first two minutes."
Hermione and Ron were clapping loudly while the Slytherins were groaning. Marcus Flint did not look happy that a first year was beating them.
"The Quaffle is back up and Andrian Puecy a Slytherin has it but is hit on the back of the head by a bludger sent by one of the Weasley twins, I can't tell who, Katie Bell has it, passes it to Barley and he is racing but it seems Marcus Flint has other ideas."
Marcus Flint bumped into David as he raced for the hoop and David bumped him back but he noticed that he would soon be surrounded and he saw Angelina open.
"Barley tosses it to Johnson who has open field ahead and gets past the keeper and score, Gryffindor."
On the field, Flint was staring at David with a glare, but David just smirked and flew away.
"Slytherin has possession again but it seems their captain is not even bothering with the Quaffle because he's chasing Barley. Andrian is dodging bludgers and is getting close, wait, is that the snitch?"
David watched as Harry and the Slytherin seeker, Terence Higgs, raced neck and neck. Marcus Flint must have gotten tired of chasing David because he started going to the seekers and grabbed Harry's broom. The Gryffindors were shouting foul. Madam Hooch gave Flint a talking to and Gryffindor got a free shot.
"Now that we have that sorted, it appears Barley will take the shot and makes it easily. The Quaffle is back up-"
David tuned out the commentary when he saw Harry's broom acting up.
In the stands, Seamus said, "it must be jinxed."
"Impossible," Hagrid said, "only people who know Advanced Dark Arts can do that."
Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars and looked into the audience and saw Snape keeping eye contact and muttering something. "It's Snape," she said, "He's jinxing Harry's broom."
"What do we do?" Ron asked.
"I'll take care of it."
And she left but back on the field, David didn't even care about the game, he was going to help Harry, who was now dangling off the broom. Just as David reached Harry, his own broom started to spin around and David had to hold on tight but was getting dizzy quick and then he was sent spinning towards the hoops, he managed to stop the broom just a foot away from the hoops (Ron had seen that Snape had done the same thing to David's broom as Harry's). David, trying to make everything stop spinning, raced back to help Harry which wasn't an easy task.
Hermione was now racing to the row behind Snape and didn't stop to say sorry to professor Quirrell for knocking him into the row in front of him. She reached Snape; she crouched down and pulled out her wand, and whispered a spell. A blue flame shot out of her wand and onto Snape's robe.
It didn't take long for Snape to realize that his robe was on fire, a yelp told Hermione she had done her job so she scooped the fire into a jam jar and raced back to the Gryffindor stands.
David just reached Harry when Harry's broom stopped moving, he waited by Harry while he got back onto his broom and, after nodding to each other and went back to the game.
David raced after the Quaffle that Marcus Flint had in his hands and when Wood blocked it, David got the rebound and he saw that Harry was racing for the snitch but was getting attention from other Slytherins. He started swerving through the players and soon had all the chasers following and there was one of the beaters in front of him and was about send a bludger at him, the other beater was above him. David raced towards the ground as the bludger was sent at him and pulled up to avoid impact with the ground, he saw from the corner of his eyes that Harry had just done what he did but he was by himself.
David would need to pull up quickly if he was to avoid the bludger coming at his side and the hoop's pole in front of him; he grabbed the very front of his broom and pulled up. He was now parallel with the hoop's poles and as he reached the hoop, he threw the Quaffle sideways and the keeper hadn't noticed he thrown it because he was expecting David to fall off, and had just scored the impossible point.
Just as he got level, he noticed Harry standing on his broom and then fall onto the ground. When Harry stood up, he looked like he was about to throw up and suddenly coughed up the snitch.
"Harry Potter caught the snitch!"
It was just after the match and they were now at Hagrid's cabin. Hagrid was making tea for Harry and David with Ron and Hermione sitting next to them.
"Snape was cursing your broomsticks," Ron said, "Me and Hermione saw it."
"That's rubbish," Hagrid said, handing the tea cups to them, "Why would he do that."
"Snape tried to get past a three-headed dog on Halloween and he got bit," Harry said.
Hagrid dropped his teapot.
"How is it you know about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked.
"Fluffy?" all them said in unison.
"I brought him off a Greek chap in a pub last year and I lent him to Dumbledore to guard," Hagrid stopped himself.
"Guard what, Hagrid?" David asked, his idea about Snape had changed.
"No more questions," Hagrid said gruffly, "that's top secret."
"But Snape is trying to steal whatever its guard," Harry said.
"Rubbish, he's a Hogwarts teacher," Hagrid said.
"So why did he try and kill Harry and David," Hermione cried, her ideas about Snape had also changed. "I know a jinx when I see one, I've read about it. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape didn't blink."
"I'm telling you, you're wrong," Hagrid said hotly. "I don't know why Harry's and David's brooms been acting up, but Snape wouldn't kill a student. Now, listen to me. You four are meddlin in things that don't concern you. Forget that dog and forget what it's guarding, that's something between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel-" Hagrid stopped himself again.
"Who's Nicolas Flamel, Hagrid?" David asked. Almost proud that they had gotten more out of Hagrid, who was furious with himself.
