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-Bows down-
Harry jumped of his broom, exhausted by the Quidditch practice that James had given them.
" Right, I can't see anything that'll stop tommorow." James said cheerfully.
" Oh, shove off, Potter, and let us have some rest." Hannah exclaimed.
" Alright, alright, we're gonna need you for tommorow's match." James replied.
Harry and Ron walked to castle and fell on their beds, drained of their energy.
" Fancy a stroll to the kitchens before dinner ?" Ron asked breathlessly.
" Can't ever resist eclairs, can you?" Harry asked.
Ron grinned." If I could, I wouldn't be me."
So, after a stroll to the kitchens, and a very delicious dinner, Harry and Ron went to bed, to have soundless, dreamless night.
Harry awoke to the feel of James prodding him awake.
" Oi, sleepyhead, today's match versus Hufflepuff in 1 hour." James said gently.
Ron groaned. Harry knew how he felt. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, himself. As they went to breakfast, the whole team sat together, silently. The only person on the team that was eating was Sirius.
" Oi, where's the cheerfulness here?" Sirius scolded.
Will sighed." He's right, we're going to need our strength, especially you Harry."
Harry nodded, and then, cheerfully, the team spooned red tomatoes, eggs, and toast, and sausages, onto their plates.
After breakfast, James called his team down.
" Perfect weather, all sun is well, hard ground, we can kick off easily." James said anxiously running a hand through his hair."
" Nothing can stop us, or at least, me." James finished grinned.
This knocked the silence out of the team.
" Oh, shut up, Potter," the whole team except Harry and Ron exclaimed.
Ron forced a grin.
" Let''s break on three." Sirius exclaimed. They all leaned their hands in, looking down as sweat pounded down their heads.
" One two three." James counted.
" GRIFFYNDOR!" the team shouted determinedly.
James opened the door and they all ran out to the field, brooms in their hands.
" And here we have.. GRIFFYNDOR!" the commentator shouted.
" Porter, Murdock, Stone, Black, Weaseley, Beasely, and Potter!" the crowd screamed as James's ( and also Harry's though no one except the Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew that) surname was called.
" One, two, three, kickoff!' Madam Pince blew her whistle as she released the Quaffle.
" Stone with the Quaffle, passes it off to Potter, faking it, sweet pass to Stone,- OH!" the commentator commented. Will had dodged a bludger, that had made it hit the Keeper, who was busy, trying to recover, and Will had then pushed the Quaffle in.
" Gryffindor 10-0 in the lead!" the commentator screamed.
Madam Pince checked to see if the Keeper was okay. He only had a bloody nose, but he grinned at the Hufflepuff team.
" Resume play!" Madam Pince shouted.
" Bryant with the Quaffle, kicking it off to Humphries, who shoots- an AMAZING BLOCK by Beasely!"
Harry grinned at Ron who grinned back. Harry watched the chasers do heroics, mostly his father, and the score was tied, 70-70.
Harry squinted his eyes trying to spot a fleck of gold. Suddenly, he felt a blur brush by past his arm, who stopped.
" Oh, sorry." The other seeker said sincerely.
Harry looked up in shock. The speaker sitting there was Cedric Diggory.
Next chapter:
The rest of the Match.
