Okay to start off, I am SO sorry ;-; I told myself I wasn't going to neglect this story like some writers do to their stories, but I did :c I'm the biggest hypocrite of LIFE! Anyway, I had a hard time with this chapter, I didn't really know what to do, so did the very first Quidditch game in the series since i have no idea how to write a Quidditch game D: although I did teak it a bit to let it flow into the story line, not that it did much difference in my opinion. For those of you who have yet to torture me for not updating at all in the 4 months I have been absent, I can not thank you enough for sticking through.
A/N: For those of you who keep posting reviews about how different Harry and Jamie were raised, with Jamie at Hogwarts and Harry with the Dursleys, let me point out that Jamie does not know about the abuse Harry goes/went through with his aunt and uncle! If you paid attention in the 1st chapter you'd realize that she doesn't really know the world outside of Hogwarts, hence making her naive and innocent to the cold, cruel truth that the world outside the walls of Hogwarts really is (although I didn't mean to make her like that, but she did so...)
Okay, long rant over x.x Enjoy the New Chapter I owed you guys since forever :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter at all o.o only my OC Jamie :)
Chapter 11
Gryffindor vs. Slytherin
Saturday morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheer full chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
"You've got to eat some breakfast, Harry," said Jamie. She noticed he hadn't had anything in his plate and kept drinking only water.
"I don't want anything," he replied.
"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.
"I'm not hungry."
"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."
"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages.
"I think I'm going to be sick," he continued looking a bit pale.
"Harry, please, eat something, anything!" pleaded Jamie, "You're not going to last a minute if you don't eat something."
"Geez, thanks for the pep talk," he said looking at her, "Really, Jamie I'm f—"
"Don't you dare say you're fine, Harry," she countered, "Please, a bite of toast or eggs or something, but make it solid, you can't not eat today."
"But –"
"Don't make me bring the Quidditch team here, Harry, I will personally go to Oliver right now if you don't eat something."
Harry looked at the redhead's eyes only to see she was dead serious, taking a slice of toast he bit it, after swallowing it, he turned to her, "There, happy?"
"Very," she said smiling before adding a sausage and a portion of scrambled eggs into his plate, "now finish."
"Jamie—"
"When you start eating, you'll notice you'll have an appetite, now please, for me?" she said while giving him puppy dog eyes.
Harry wanted to say no, but he couldn't resist the look she was giving him, "Alright, fine, you win."
"Yay!" she said before hugging him lightly and getting back to her food.
By eleven o'clock, it seemed as if the whole school was out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. The seats were raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes; that many students brought binoculars.
In the stands, Ron and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean in the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said 'Potter for President' and had a Gryffindor lion painted underneath courtesy of Dean. Then Hermione and Jamie had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colors.
Jamie was on her way to the Quidditch locker room to wish Harry and the team good luck, but ran into Professor Quirell on the way.
"Well, Ms. Potter, where do you think you're going?" he asked as he stuttered.
"Just to the locker rooms, I–"
"Oh no, no, no," he said turning her around a bit roughly, at his touch Jamie jumped as she felt her upper chest hurt, but it soon disappeared as he lost contact with her.
"Back to the stand you go," he said as he directed her to Gryffindor's side while barely touching her shoulders this time.
She soon found herself next to her friends completely dazed as to what had just happened.
"Hey, there you are," said Ron when reached.
"Where were you, Jamie?" asked Hermione.
"I was on my way to the lockers, but Quirell stopped me," she replied.
"How'd you get down there? Percy told me no one can go before the game starts."
"I have my ways," she replied, "look, it's starting."
From the stands Jamie could see Madam Hooch standing in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams with her broom in hand. Jamie noticed she was staring particularly at Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain. She saw both teams mounting on their broom before Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle and soon fifteen brooms rose up high into the air.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor –what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too –"
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, Professor," said Lee Jordan, the Weasley twins' friend, who was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
Much into the game, Jamie tuned out Lee and watched the game, 'From Angelina to Alicia – back to Angelina – oh but Flint took the Quaffle, he shoots and – oh Oliver caught it. Gryffindor back in possession! Katie has the Quaffle – she dives around Flint and – oh no!' Jami thought as she covered her mouth with her hands and winced, 'Bludger in the back of the head,' she shakes her head before looking back at the Quaffle in Slytherin possession, 'Pucey is speeding towards the goal – oh! He got blocked by a Bludger from Fred!
'Oh, Angelina has the Quaffle again – she's going straight to the goal, she's dodged a Bludger and she shoots – and SCORE!'
Jamie heard the Gryffindor's cheer fill the cold air.
"Budge up there, move along," said a voice behind Jamie.
"Hagrid!" she exclaimed as she, Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
"Bin watchin' from me hut," he said, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"
"Nope," said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.
Jamie nodded in agreement and continued watching the game as Angeline scored.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan commented, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the – wait a moment – was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle; too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.
Jamie saw Harry as he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch – all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. But Jamie knew better, Harry was faster than Terence, but just as he put an extra spurt of speed – Flint blocked Harry on purpose making his broom spin off course; with Harry holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed Jamie along the Gryffindors.
"Send him off, ref! Red card!" yelled Dean.
"What are you talking about, Dean?" asked Ron.
"Red card!" said Dean furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.
Hagrid on the other hand agreed with Dean, "They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air," while Jamie just shook her head in disapproval at the tactic used by Slytherin as she heard Lee's commentary, who was finding it difficult not to take sides,
"So – after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating–"
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul"
"Jordan, I'm warning you –"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone – I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor taken by Spinner, who puts it away no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
Jamie watched the game with more intensity trying to see if she could spot the snitch, she knew it was nearly impossible for her to do so, but there was no harm in trying. It was then that when she noticed Harry flying higher and higher.
'What on earth are you doing, Harry?' she asked him.
'Me?! I'm not doing anything – I can't control my broom!'
"What?!" she shrieked loudly.
"Nice to know your listening to us, Jamie," Ron remarked a bit sarcastically.
"So you noticed it too?"
"Hagrid did, though I have to say your rather slow."
"Oh shut it, Ron," she said before taking Hagrid's binoculars from him, "he says he can't control his broom, but I don't understand why? He was perfectly fine during practice!"
"Well, from what I take, this is all Snape's doing," he said as he directed the binoculars towards the Potion's Professor.
She looked away from the binoculars, "really?" she said in an I-don't-believe-you voice.
"Oh, come on! Hermione said so!" he defended himself.
"Right, and I still sleep with my blankie," she shook her head as she went back to looking at Harry, he was too far up, and whenever Fred or George would try to go near him, his broom would lift him up higher.
"We just have to trust Hermione on this one, she said she'd handle it," he replied as he looked up at the sky. Jamie was getting more worried and scared as the seconds passed, "come on, Hermione, please!" she murmured in desperation.
And as if her prayers had been answered, she saw Harry clamber back on to his broom before speeding towards the ground. She took off the binoculars as she saw him clap his hand to his mouth as if he was about to be sick and hit the field on all fours and coughed up the Snitch!
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
Jamie pushed her way through the crowd until she reached the field and tackled Harry into a hug.
"Merlin, Harry! Do you like giving me heart attacks whenever you're on your broom!" she cried as she squeezed him harder and let a couple of tears escape her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, Jamie. I didn't mean to make you worry," he said before cautiously wrapping one of his arms around her since the other was holding his broom.
"Come on," she said as he took the Snitch and handed it to Oliver, "Hagrid has invited us for a small celebration," she smiled as she led the way away from the cheering Gryffindors.
Inside Hagrid's hut, Hagrid poured a cup of strong tea for them along with Ron and Hermione.
"It was Snape," Ron said, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid.
"Again, Ron," Jamie rolled her eyes after swallowing a bit of tea, "if anything, Professor Snape would probably be trying to help Harry! Why would he even think of cursing his broom anyway!"
Harry then decided to let the cat out of the bag for Hagrid, "Well, he tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
"Harry!" exclaimed Jamie.
Hagrid dropped the teapot.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy?"
"So it was Fluffy!"she pointed an accusing finger Hagrid.
"Yeah – he's mine – bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year – I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the—"
"Yes..." said Harry eagerly as Jamie nodded her head in encouragement.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it," countered Harry.
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts' teacher; he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"Thank you! Finally someone's on my side!"
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?!" cried Hermione.
"Hermione, we aren't even sure about that."
"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid and so do you, Jamie! I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
"If anything, he could've been trying to counter it!"
"Jamie, stop trying to stick up Snape, it's 3 against 2," said Ron, "Let's just all admit that Snape was doing something to Harry's broom and tried to whatever Fluffy was protecting!"
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, the three of yeh - yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel –"
"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there."
Hagrid looked furious with himself as Jamie threw her head back as she groaned, 'You know, a little more and we would've known what's under Fluffy.'
So what do you guys think? :D
Constructive Criticism welcomed :D Flames not so much :c
If you see a grammar mistake please tell me, I kinda rushed this chapter
~Karie
