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I own Krista and the plot... nothing else.
A Change of Fate
Quidditch
Slytherin verse Gryffindor. This was the first match of the year, and Harry was to play against their worst rival. Harry stared sadly into his porridge. His appetite had been left in bed when he rose to take a shower. Draco patted his friend's back solidly. "You'll be splendid, Pharames. Just relax." Tracy, who was to his left nodded and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'll bet as soon as you get into the air you'll feel fine again, but you need to eat something." She held out a piece of toast that she had been going to eat. "Here eat this at least. Please?" Harry sighed and nodded, nibbling on the toast without appetite. "Tracy, I want you and Macras to look after Marvolo for me." Tracy's face lit up as Harry handed her the snake. Draco smiled at her delight. 'So simple to please. Harry knows just how to handle himself.' He thought.
Suddenly Marcus Flint appeared behind Harry; his troll-like face split into a wide grin. "Come on Harry. Time to get to the pitch." He said slapping Harry on the back hard. Tracy scowled a bit at this rough treatment, but wisely remained quiet. Harry sighed and stood up, marching after Marcus and the rest of the team as if to his death. The Gryffindor team stood to leave just after the Slytherin team reached the door. Both teams were throwing dark scowls at each other. Harry noticed that the Weasel twins were on the team. 'Probably the beaters.' He thought glumly. They were grinning at him in the most unsettling way and he knew he was their primary target for beating Fred. Lifting his chin, he scowled at them, looking must more proud and more confident than he actually felt.
"Ready to die, Potter?" George called. Harry glared back at him in a very Snape fashion. "I'm not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. We all got to go sometime. Besides, better to die playing Quidditch than in some rundown, over-populated Weasel den like you two will." The entire Gryffindor team had to latch onto Fred and George just to keep the twins from pummeling Harry right then and there. Meanwhile the Slytherin team was jeering the rest of the team so badly that they almost let the twins go just to get their own punches in. In the nick of time, Professor Snape walked up. "What is going on here? You aren't even on the pitch yet." His voice was soft and dangerous. The Slytherin team walked off toward the pitch, shortly followed by the Gryffindor team and the rest of the school.
"You feeling alright, Potter?" Asked Pucey, one of the Slytherin chasers, while the team changed into their robes. Harry gulped and nodded his head, looking and feeling more terrified of this than anything in his life. He was instantly reminded of the one other time he had been so scared, the night Remus had attacked him. He dearly wished anyone was here to make him feel better and to save him, like they had then, but no one came. Harry peeked out the door. Looking at the teachers' stands, he soon spotted not only Professor Snape but Aunt Krista as well. Taking a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and let it out slowly. He had to do this. He would be fine. After all, his 'father' had given him the best broom out there.
Finally the two teams walked out onto the field and the bottom dropped out of Harry's stomach even as the deafening noise filled his ears. His eyes were wide with fear as he took his position. Madam Hooch stood between the two teams, the only thing keeping them from killing each other right then and there. "I want a nice clean game from all of you!" She stated, but was staring at the Slytherins more than the Gryffindors. Flint gave her his most charming and innocent smile, but she didn't seem fooled. "Mount your brooms, please." Harry climbed onto his Nimbus Two Thousand, feeling slightly better already. Madam Hooch's whistle blast cut through even the cheers of the crowd, and fifteen brooms rose 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." The boy Harry remembered from the platform with dreadlocks and the spider was doing commentary for the game. He was a friend of the Twins and obviously non-bias, therefore, he was closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle. Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper and Captain Wood. Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell has the Quaffle. Nice dive around Flint! Off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger. Quaffle is taken by Slytherin. Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which... Johnson back in possession! There is a clear field ahead of her and she is really flying now - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts ahead - come on, Angelina! Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" The Gryffindors cheered while the Slytherins added to the chaos by howling and hissing.
Meanwhile Harry was circling up above, carefully followed by the Gryffindor Seeker, Lois Panning. Suddenly Harry spun around, catching sight of a glint of gold. It was just one of the Weasel's wristwatches, but luckily Harry was able to see the Bludger said Weasley had chosen that moment to send his way. Harry dodged it easily, but the Gryffindor seeker was too close behind Harry to have seen it. The Bludger send by his own teammate hit Panning full in the face, breaking his nose at least. The boy drifted gracelessly to the ground, unable to keep playing because he was unconscious. Harry couldn't help but laugh aloud. The idiot Weasel had taken out his own Seeker! There was no way Gryffindor could win now.
Marcus came up behind the Gryffindor beater and patted him on the back with a quick "Thanks for taking care of that for us!" before streaking off to avoid any arrant Beater's Clubs. Harry grinned to himself, but kept an even sharper eye out for Bludgers now. Surely the Twins would be so angry now that they would try to take him out at any cost!
"Slytherin in possession," Harry heard Jordan saying when he finally remembered to listen as well as look. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a minute - 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. "Damn it, Pucey!" Harry heard Flint howling. "You're a Chaser! Not the bloody Seeker! Get your head back where it belongs!" Harry had seen the Snitch also. Gryffindor was up ten to zero, so there was nothing for it. Harry dove after the streak of gold. The entire game seemed to stop as Harry raced alone after the Snitch; Panning still unconscious on the ground below. Harry sped after the Snitch. He darted to the left and the right, up and down, pulling perfect barrel rolls to avoid players and Bludgers alike. Then it happened. Fred Weasley had shot after him. Harry saw him, but was too late to completely avoid him. Fred hit the back end of Harry's broom with his club, jolting Harry forward. Instantly he clapped his hand over his mouth as though he was about to be sick. When Harry hit the ground, it was on all fours coughing. Suddenly something small, round, and gold fell out of his mouth and into his outstretched hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" He cried hoarsely, waving it above his head. Within seconds, he was on the shoulders of his fellow teammates. "He didn't catch it!" Fred howled. "Yeah, he swallowed it! That can't count!" George added. Both seemed in a towering rage. However Harry hadn't broken any rules and the game was ended with one hundred and fifty points to ten in Slytherin's obvious favor. Soon all the Slytherin house were eagerly pushing and shoving to shake Harry's hand or even just touch him. Eventually, as Harry was escorted to the changing room, he caught sight of Draco, Tracy, Pansy, Gregory, and Vincent.
Draco patted him on the back. "Superb flying up there, Harry." Harry nodded, grinning too wide to answer. Pansy, Gregory, and Vincent all agreed, smiling at him. However it was Tracy's congratulations that Harry enjoyed the most. As she almost reverently placed Marvolo back around his thin shoulders, Tracy leaned close. "That was amazing." She whispered with a smile and shyly kissed his cheek. Harry felt his face turn as red as the Weasley family's hair and felt his grin widen though he hadn't thought that possible.
That night, in the Slytherin common room, was a party to match all parties. No one on the team was allowed to do anything, as their housemates kept goblets full, plates piled high, older team members sated, and even went as far as to feed the team. Harry by far was the most lavished with Marcus in a close second. Although Harry didn't have girls sitting in his lap laving him with kisses and caresses, Tracy was there to wait on his every need and wouldn't hear of him lifting so much as a finger. She even fed Marvolo for him. The party ended very late at night and only when Professor Snape came in to see what all the noise was about. Harry, Draco, and Tracy stayed behind as the rest of the Slytherins hurried to bed so as to avoid Snape's wrath.
"That was some very good flying, Harry." Severus smiled after the last of the students had disappeared. "I am glad you proved me right and McGonagall wrong." Harry smiled proudly, hardly aware of Tracy clinging to the back of his robes. However, Severus did notice, and peered around Harry's shoulder at the girl. "I see you've found the first of I'm sure many to be fans." Harry looked over his shoulder at Tracy and, putting his arm around her waist, pulled her up next to him. "Nah, dad. She's just a loyal follower and friend." Tracy smiled shyly at him. She of course knew all about Harry's making Professor Snape into his surrogate father. Severus smiled, seeing more than friendship blossoming between the two, but nodded without a word. "Well off to bed with you four." He said, adding Marvolo to the three children unconsciously. "Oh and Harry?" "Yes dad?" "Would you mind bringing them along to tea tomorrow afternoon? I have something I want to talk to you about, and they might want to hear it also." "Sure dad, I'll bring them to tea with me. Good night!" Harry and the others raced downstairs to their dorms with Severus watching, a stern and serious look in his eyes. He sighed deeply, muttering to himself as he left the Slytherin common room.
AN: No one is reviewing and I am dreadfully sad about this! I mean like weeping sad! *sigh* Alright, so that was the Quidditch chapter for all of you. Not quite as long as I would have liked, but I couldn't think of anything else to write. Next chapter will not be Halloween, as planned, but rather will be about tea with Snape the next day. It will probably be a rather short chapter too, but whatever. We'll see... or more I'll see as no one is reviewing and thus I must assume no one is reading!
I own Krista and the plot... nothing else.
A Change of Fate
Quidditch
Slytherin verse Gryffindor. This was the first match of the year, and Harry was to play against their worst rival. Harry stared sadly into his porridge. His appetite had been left in bed when he rose to take a shower. Draco patted his friend's back solidly. "You'll be splendid, Pharames. Just relax." Tracy, who was to his left nodded and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'll bet as soon as you get into the air you'll feel fine again, but you need to eat something." She held out a piece of toast that she had been going to eat. "Here eat this at least. Please?" Harry sighed and nodded, nibbling on the toast without appetite. "Tracy, I want you and Macras to look after Marvolo for me." Tracy's face lit up as Harry handed her the snake. Draco smiled at her delight. 'So simple to please. Harry knows just how to handle himself.' He thought.
Suddenly Marcus Flint appeared behind Harry; his troll-like face split into a wide grin. "Come on Harry. Time to get to the pitch." He said slapping Harry on the back hard. Tracy scowled a bit at this rough treatment, but wisely remained quiet. Harry sighed and stood up, marching after Marcus and the rest of the team as if to his death. The Gryffindor team stood to leave just after the Slytherin team reached the door. Both teams were throwing dark scowls at each other. Harry noticed that the Weasel twins were on the team. 'Probably the beaters.' He thought glumly. They were grinning at him in the most unsettling way and he knew he was their primary target for beating Fred. Lifting his chin, he scowled at them, looking must more proud and more confident than he actually felt.
"Ready to die, Potter?" George called. Harry glared back at him in a very Snape fashion. "I'm not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. We all got to go sometime. Besides, better to die playing Quidditch than in some rundown, over-populated Weasel den like you two will." The entire Gryffindor team had to latch onto Fred and George just to keep the twins from pummeling Harry right then and there. Meanwhile the Slytherin team was jeering the rest of the team so badly that they almost let the twins go just to get their own punches in. In the nick of time, Professor Snape walked up. "What is going on here? You aren't even on the pitch yet." His voice was soft and dangerous. The Slytherin team walked off toward the pitch, shortly followed by the Gryffindor team and the rest of the school.
"You feeling alright, Potter?" Asked Pucey, one of the Slytherin chasers, while the team changed into their robes. Harry gulped and nodded his head, looking and feeling more terrified of this than anything in his life. He was instantly reminded of the one other time he had been so scared, the night Remus had attacked him. He dearly wished anyone was here to make him feel better and to save him, like they had then, but no one came. Harry peeked out the door. Looking at the teachers' stands, he soon spotted not only Professor Snape but Aunt Krista as well. Taking a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and let it out slowly. He had to do this. He would be fine. After all, his 'father' had given him the best broom out there.
Finally the two teams walked out onto the field and the bottom dropped out of Harry's stomach even as the deafening noise filled his ears. His eyes were wide with fear as he took his position. Madam Hooch stood between the two teams, the only thing keeping them from killing each other right then and there. "I want a nice clean game from all of you!" She stated, but was staring at the Slytherins more than the Gryffindors. Flint gave her his most charming and innocent smile, but she didn't seem fooled. "Mount your brooms, please." Harry climbed onto his Nimbus Two Thousand, feeling slightly better already. Madam Hooch's whistle blast cut through even the cheers of the crowd, and fifteen brooms rose 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." The boy Harry remembered from the platform with dreadlocks and the spider was doing commentary for the game. He was a friend of the Twins and obviously non-bias, therefore, he was closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle. Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper and Captain Wood. Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell has the Quaffle. Nice dive around Flint! Off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger. Quaffle is taken by Slytherin. Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which... Johnson back in possession! There is a clear field ahead of her and she is really flying now - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts ahead - come on, Angelina! Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" The Gryffindors cheered while the Slytherins added to the chaos by howling and hissing.
Meanwhile Harry was circling up above, carefully followed by the Gryffindor Seeker, Lois Panning. Suddenly Harry spun around, catching sight of a glint of gold. It was just one of the Weasel's wristwatches, but luckily Harry was able to see the Bludger said Weasley had chosen that moment to send his way. Harry dodged it easily, but the Gryffindor seeker was too close behind Harry to have seen it. The Bludger send by his own teammate hit Panning full in the face, breaking his nose at least. The boy drifted gracelessly to the ground, unable to keep playing because he was unconscious. Harry couldn't help but laugh aloud. The idiot Weasel had taken out his own Seeker! There was no way Gryffindor could win now.
Marcus came up behind the Gryffindor beater and patted him on the back with a quick "Thanks for taking care of that for us!" before streaking off to avoid any arrant Beater's Clubs. Harry grinned to himself, but kept an even sharper eye out for Bludgers now. Surely the Twins would be so angry now that they would try to take him out at any cost!
"Slytherin in possession," Harry heard Jordan saying when he finally remembered to listen as well as look. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a minute - 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. "Damn it, Pucey!" Harry heard Flint howling. "You're a Chaser! Not the bloody Seeker! Get your head back where it belongs!" Harry had seen the Snitch also. Gryffindor was up ten to zero, so there was nothing for it. Harry dove after the streak of gold. The entire game seemed to stop as Harry raced alone after the Snitch; Panning still unconscious on the ground below. Harry sped after the Snitch. He darted to the left and the right, up and down, pulling perfect barrel rolls to avoid players and Bludgers alike. Then it happened. Fred Weasley had shot after him. Harry saw him, but was too late to completely avoid him. Fred hit the back end of Harry's broom with his club, jolting Harry forward. Instantly he clapped his hand over his mouth as though he was about to be sick. When Harry hit the ground, it was on all fours coughing. Suddenly something small, round, and gold fell out of his mouth and into his outstretched hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" He cried hoarsely, waving it above his head. Within seconds, he was on the shoulders of his fellow teammates. "He didn't catch it!" Fred howled. "Yeah, he swallowed it! That can't count!" George added. Both seemed in a towering rage. However Harry hadn't broken any rules and the game was ended with one hundred and fifty points to ten in Slytherin's obvious favor. Soon all the Slytherin house were eagerly pushing and shoving to shake Harry's hand or even just touch him. Eventually, as Harry was escorted to the changing room, he caught sight of Draco, Tracy, Pansy, Gregory, and Vincent.
Draco patted him on the back. "Superb flying up there, Harry." Harry nodded, grinning too wide to answer. Pansy, Gregory, and Vincent all agreed, smiling at him. However it was Tracy's congratulations that Harry enjoyed the most. As she almost reverently placed Marvolo back around his thin shoulders, Tracy leaned close. "That was amazing." She whispered with a smile and shyly kissed his cheek. Harry felt his face turn as red as the Weasley family's hair and felt his grin widen though he hadn't thought that possible.
That night, in the Slytherin common room, was a party to match all parties. No one on the team was allowed to do anything, as their housemates kept goblets full, plates piled high, older team members sated, and even went as far as to feed the team. Harry by far was the most lavished with Marcus in a close second. Although Harry didn't have girls sitting in his lap laving him with kisses and caresses, Tracy was there to wait on his every need and wouldn't hear of him lifting so much as a finger. She even fed Marvolo for him. The party ended very late at night and only when Professor Snape came in to see what all the noise was about. Harry, Draco, and Tracy stayed behind as the rest of the Slytherins hurried to bed so as to avoid Snape's wrath.
"That was some very good flying, Harry." Severus smiled after the last of the students had disappeared. "I am glad you proved me right and McGonagall wrong." Harry smiled proudly, hardly aware of Tracy clinging to the back of his robes. However, Severus did notice, and peered around Harry's shoulder at the girl. "I see you've found the first of I'm sure many to be fans." Harry looked over his shoulder at Tracy and, putting his arm around her waist, pulled her up next to him. "Nah, dad. She's just a loyal follower and friend." Tracy smiled shyly at him. She of course knew all about Harry's making Professor Snape into his surrogate father. Severus smiled, seeing more than friendship blossoming between the two, but nodded without a word. "Well off to bed with you four." He said, adding Marvolo to the three children unconsciously. "Oh and Harry?" "Yes dad?" "Would you mind bringing them along to tea tomorrow afternoon? I have something I want to talk to you about, and they might want to hear it also." "Sure dad, I'll bring them to tea with me. Good night!" Harry and the others raced downstairs to their dorms with Severus watching, a stern and serious look in his eyes. He sighed deeply, muttering to himself as he left the Slytherin common room.
AN: No one is reviewing and I am dreadfully sad about this! I mean like weeping sad! *sigh* Alright, so that was the Quidditch chapter for all of you. Not quite as long as I would have liked, but I couldn't think of anything else to write. Next chapter will not be Halloween, as planned, but rather will be about tea with Snape the next day. It will probably be a rather short chapter too, but whatever. We'll see... or more I'll see as no one is reviewing and thus I must assume no one is reading!