"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season!" Came the voice of a Gryffindor commentator. "Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"
Today was the day of Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin and every one was bouncing with excitement and anticipation. Valentine stood with her friends amid the other Slytherins, shouting filled her ears and she was almost blinded by flashing green and reds. It wasn't long before both teams, Gryffindor and Slytherin, were both floating above the Quidditch field. She'd never actually been to a Quidditch game before but she knew how dangerous they were. People break bones, lose the occasional limb, get there eyes gouged out by another players broom even. And, of course the person she had sworn to protect had been announced as the youngest seeker in a century.
This is going to be fun...
"SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!" Valentine rolls her eyes at the sight of Leah and boys cheering wildly.
At least there enjoying themselves.
"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game." Says the commentator.
"Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you." Madam Hooch says pointedly to the smirking term wearing the green robes.
"The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game." The commentator continues.
Valentine caught sight of the faintest glimpse of a light circle around Harrys head, then around Slytherins own seeker, then disappears in the air.
"The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!" The commentator announces as Madam Hooch tosses the Quaffle.
The players flys through the air dodging, trying to block balls and hopefully not get knocked to there death in the process. The crowd cheers and chants, screaming names and laughing when the opposite team misses a shot. Suddenly there's a loud ding and the voice rings throughout the stadium again.
"Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!"
Valentine keeps her gaze on Harry as he sits upon his broom clapping, until a bludger zooms by him, he dodges it narrowly and the Gryffindor house continues there chants and cheering.
"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle." The commentator states excitedly. "Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."
Then there's another distinctive ding that sends Gryffindor cheering and the people around her sighing and groaning.
"Damit!" Curses Leah.
"GO, GO GRYFFINDOR! GO, GO GRYFFINDOR! GO, GO GRYFFINDOR!" The section of the students clad in red and golden holler.
"I didn't know she was into Quidditch." Olivia says to Valentine, shouting over the crowd.
"She isn't. She just has a habit of chanting and along with anything." Valentine answered, nodding her head towards Leah.
"GO GO GRYFFIN- I MEAN SLYTHERIN! YEAH! LETS GO SLYTHERIN!"
Olivia laughed but over the crowd Valentine couldn't hear the slightest giggle.
Soon the Slytherin team decide to play dirty, attempting to knock the other team off there brooms. Then there's a another ding, but its not Gryffindor cheering, this time its Slytherin. A bludger smashes into the stomach of the Gryffindor captain and he's sent falling to the arena floor. Valentine hides her worry, trying to forget that it could happen to Harry Potter.
The game continues and the Slytherins are not playing fair to say the least. They in box Angelina Johnson in from all sides and send her crashing in to the side of the stadium wall. Suddenly there's another tiny glint of golden light that zips right past Harry, who turns to head after it when his broom begins shake and buckle hazardously and Valentine feels her heart jump in her chest.
Whats happening! Is something wrong with his broom?
The broom continues to shake, as if it was trying to throw Harry off. Then with another harsh shake Harry is dangling, one hand wrapped around his broom, its the only thing keeping him from ending up at the bottom of the stadium with Oliver Wood and Angelina Johnson.
Oh god! What do I do? What canI do? With all these people here I could blow my cover if I try to help.
The crowed is gasping and crossing there fingers, all praying for the boy who lived, well, all with the exception of the Slytherins. Although Valentine remained visibly calm, her insides were frozen, she felt as through she could throw up at any given moment. Her mind screamed at her to move, to do something.
"Crabbe, binoculars!" Valentine demands.
The boys staring blankly at her for a moment before the girl simply tears them from his hands.
Her blue eyes shoot up to the were all the professors sat and she was met with a sight that almost put her at ease.
Her potions teacher sat in with the other professors, his gaze intense and unwavering upon Harry Potter, his lips working at a silent spell.
A counter cruse perhaps? Then who is cruising...Quirrell! That bastard!
Her eyes dashed back and forth from Harry, Quirrell, Snape and Harry again. Her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Suddenly another teacher shouts something to Snape who jumps up from his seat in a manner very unlike him. Valentine looks closer and finds that somehow her potions professor had caught alight. In the rush to stamp out the fire Snape knocks over several other teachers and in a fortunate chain effect, Quirrell. Her eyes race back to Harry, to find the boy pulling himself back onto his now steady broom and zooming off after the Slytherin seeker.
Harry rams the side of the Slytherin Seeker, but is pushed away. He returns once more, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives below them. The boys follow downwards but upon seeing the upcoming ground, the Slytherin Seeker pulls back. Valentine forces herself again to keep a calm outer appearance as Harry stands up and steps forward, trying to grab the golden ball, flying not even a meter above the ground. Valentine internally screams as he topples off the broom tumbling on the ground and back on to his feet.
He holds his belly and lurches forwards several times before the Snitch pops out of his mouth and settles in the boys hands.
"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!" The commentator rejoices.
"Gryffindor wins!" Madam Hooch calls and blows her whistle.
"No!" Valentine hears Draco shout.
She shoves the binoculars back to Crabbe, giving the pretense she was as upset about Slytherin losing as Draco was, when really she felt as if her knees would come out from beneath her.