Harry looked up ; the stadium was completely full. Many people were still coming in and many were already glued to their seats, scared that they might loose it. Balloons, streamers, posters & other matters were surrounding the place. There was so many noises around that all Harry could hear really is buzz buzz buzz. It reminded him on when he saw the Triwizard Cup with Hermione and the Weasleys when he was in fourth year. He looked down at his quidditch robe. Gold and Brown.
"Harry, let's go." Christine said, beckoning him to come. Christine was the Appleby Arrow's keeper. She was a little shorter than Harry with shoulder length brown hair that was tied in a high ponytail. Her blue eyes seemed to remind him alot of Ron's ex-girlfriend, Lavender Brown, but anyways, it was filled with excitement and that Harry could tell easily.
Today, they were having there first game against the Irish and Harry didn't feel a bit nervous at all. Harry has been on the process so many times that he was use to it. Paul, one of the chasers, played with his broom, fixing it here and there even though there was nothing really to fix. He met Harry's eyes and smiled at him.
"Excited Harry ?" he asked.
"Of course." Harry beamed.
"I can't believe we have you in our team Harry!" Damien squealed. Damien was one of the beaters. He's said that about a hundred times already that day but Harry still thought it was very thoughtful.
"I have to say, you're great Harry!" Aiken added. Aiken was related to the famous broomstick designer, Arkie Alderton. He was the other beater with Damien. They often argues off the field but in the field, they got along fine.
"Thanks." Harry said. This boosted up his confidence.
"Harry fix your robe," Kepper, Ashley Trey, told him. He blushed when Ashley came towards him and fixed his robes for him. He threw Bullet a guilty look, knowing that he liked her.
Eric Redlock, the captain of the team and one of the three chasers with with the other Chaser Bullet. They were cousins. Erick was the son of the team manager while Bullet was his cousin.
The rest of the minutes, Harry found rather boring. He thought of who would be out. He knew that Ron, Ted, and Hermione were all together accompanied by Cho, Neville, Dean and Seamus. There was a big possibility that Luna Lovegood was out there somewhere but who knew. She was probably a girl that's really noticeable since she was really different from the others. That's how you could tell if she was present. Mrs.Weasley was sure to be there with Mr.Weasley but sure enough is separated with Ron.
"It's time !" Christine squealed. She squealed in such a way that reminded him of Fleur's scream back in the Triwizard Tournament. Scratchy and scary.
"Now team," Eric started
"Oh god Eric, not your professional speech again." Bullet fumbled.
"Shut up," Eric told him. "Anyways, I know we're going to win this one. I just know it. We do good anyways."
"Don't we always ?" Aiken gagged.
"So all of you guys get it right? Right after the Irish flies from their little tent, we fly off from the sky and --"
"the whole fireworks that's shaped like arrows yeah yeah we get it we get it." Aiken complained.
"Oh he was just going over it!" Christine shoved. Aiken, Damien, Harry and Bullet all stared at her while Eric fixed his robes, trying to look away. Christine blushed. Everyone knew she had a little crush on Eric but just won't admit it.
Harry watched as the crowd below them cheered wildly. The Irish has just got out of their tent and everyone was so psyched up for the game. The whole team was up in the air. All the way up, ready to just zoom out and go. Harry could see green balloons everywhere but soon it was interrupted by fireworks. There was oohs and ahhs from the crowd but soon it got wild, Screams here and there, I'm talking about. Eric rose down and down and all of them followed. Harry was the last one of course. Harry found it hard to concentrate on where he was going though. The fireworks exploded up in the air, the same height as he was in and the cheers got even more wilder.
"And Now I give you -- The Applyby Arrows !"
The moment they were on the field, all eyes were on them now. Harry could feel the Irish stare at them, watching their every move. Harry didn't look at them that much. He focused on where he was going, just following his teammates. He never really got on to the choreography.
"Redlock! Alderton! Redlock! Cave! Drymboski! Trey! And ----- POTTER!"
In Harry's opinion, the crowd got wilder and more louder once they entered the stage. He felt like telling Bullet but He just didnt't wanna open his mouth because he was scared that some Irish fans would hear him and they would get offended.
The referee mounted his broomstick and kicked the crate open. Four balls bust into air. the scarlet quaffle, the two black bludgers, and the minuscule, winged Golden snitch. with a sharp blast of his whistle, he shot into the air after the balls. Fifteen brooms rose up, up, up in the air. They were off.
"Redlock pass it to Dymbroski -- Dymbroski to Redlock -- Oh the Irish have taken the Quaffle, Irish Captain Bulton gains the quaffle and off he goes -- Bulton flying like an eagle up there -- is he going to score -- oh no! Stopped by an excellent move by Appleby Arrow's Keeper Bullet Redlcok Ashley Trey and the Appleby Arrows take the quaffle -- that's Damien Cave there, one of the Applyby Arrow's chasers, nice dive around Bolton, off up the field and -- OHHHH -- that must hurt, hit in the back of the head by a bludger -- sent his way to Alderton -- nice play! Anyways, Cave back in the process of getting in the game again, Quaffle now with Appleby Arrows, a clear field ahead of Redlock and off he's going --he's really flying, just dodged that bludger ahead of him -- the goal post are ahead now Redlock, come on -- Keeper Saker dives -- misses -- APPLEBY ARROW SCORES !"
Harry cheered on his broomstick, trying to balance himself. He looked for the golden snitch around. There was no sign of it. Finally, after the fifth time Christine fell, the snitch showed up. Harry followed it.
"Now there's the Golden Snitch! Applyby Arrow's seeker, Mister Harry Potter is now on the lead for it!"
Harry was pretty sure that the other seeker, Kersten, has seen it too. Shoulder to shoulder, they both followed the golden snitch. Kersten was ahead of him when the snitch went downward. Harry couldn't follow and Kersten was already going down. Then he heard a loud crash. When he looked down, Kersten was already in the ground, beaten and broken. When he looked up again, he saw the golden snitch and followed it upward. He rose up and down side to side. He tried to reach for it, but since he was traveling in such a great speed, he even had little droplets of tears in his eyes. He reached toward it, some of his elbow pads falling off. He didn't care. He reached for the flying ball, feeling the wing. He needed to get it, not get the wing. He reached even further and the next thing he know, the game was over. He had caught the golden snitch.
Authors note :
1. Like Hermione, I thought Quidditch was a nice sport, but never actually got how it was played and worked.
2. I had to do research over the net to finish this chapter. Hope its all right.
3. There's a part where the text is bold ; that means it was taken directly from books 1 & 4.
