Ginny, Harry, Ron, Draco, Fred, George, and Hermione all mounted their brooms. They noticed someone coming down from the castle. It was actually a lot of someones, including Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall, among others. Dumbledore gave an approving smile at the sight, as if he'd known that this would happen the whole time. Snape looked ill, and McGonagall looked more severe than ever. Remus and Sirius looked delighted, as did Madame Hooch. Their jaws all dropped when they saw the team Voldemort had picked to play for him. On it was the whole Bulgarian National Quidditch Team, including Viktor Krum. Karkaroff (I have no clue if it's spelled that way. If its not, forgive me) stood on the sidelines, an evil smile playing across his lips. Dumbledore returned the smile and leveled his gaze at Voldemort.

"What are the terms of the game?" he asked.

"Whoever wins gets Hogwarts." Voldemort answered. Dumbledore looked from Voldemort to the teenagers. He didn't even falter.

"Agreed. And if we win" he said, "You turn yourself in to the Ministry of Magic" Voldemort considered for a minute.

"Agreed" he conceded to the terms of the game.

"Would you do the honors, Madame Hooch?" Dumbledore asked. He flicked his wand and a case of quidditch balls appeared. Hermione looked around.

"Wait a minute" she said. She snapped her fingers and all of the Hogwarts players were suddenly in quidditch gear. The shirts were red, yellow, green, and blue. The Hogwarts emblem was emblazoned on the front. The cloaks were black, as were the pants.

"Nice" Ginny said, examining the shirt. Each person's name was on their back along with a number.

"What are we waiting for?" Voldemort asked, visibly annoyed with Hermione's showing off.

Fred and George spun their gold plated bats in their hands. "Let's rock this joint!" They chorused.