This is a chapter taken from the book but I've added it in at a different time plus I've obviously changed things as far as I am aware this was the first quidditch match in the book.
Chapter 36 – Lion versus Snake
It was the second Quidditch match of the season; Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry knew that it was not going to be an easy match and the Slytherin students had spent all week trying their best to hurt the Gryffindor players as well as shouting nasty insults at them at every given opportunity. Harry had long learned to ignore them and they obviously didn't annoy Fred and George who just laughed them off. Ron however took them to heart and would often get so angry that his face would turn bright red while he clenched his fists until they turned white.
The DA meetings had to take a back seat as Angelina Johnson was training her team hard for the match. The weather conditions however were not on their side as it was lashing down with heavy rain daily making flying a nightmare. The team could hardly see a finger in front of them let alone the snitch, bludgers, quaffle and the other players. Luckily for both teams the weather conditions for the match were quite good, freezing cold but dry all the same. Ron was not looking forward to the match at all and couldn't even manage breakfast. Even Fred and George were concerned about their younger brother.
"The Slytherins are going to slaughter him." Fred said quietly to Lee.
Hermione was trying her best to give Ron words of encouragement but it didn't seem to do any good.
"After this match I quit. I don't even know what I was thinking going for keeper." Ron moaned his stomach tying itself up in knots.
"Come on mate you'll be fine. Just don't let those idiots get to you." Fred spoke.
Angelina seemed quite anxious about the match but tried her best to encourage her team as they walked down to the pitches, tucking their hands deep into the pockets of their robes for warmth.
"Whatever you do, do not let the Slytherins get you down. Crabbe and Goyle are the new beaters but they haven't got a clue. I watched them during one of their practices and they are rubbish but keep a close eye on them anyway. Chances are they'll hit the bludgers anywhere and at anyone." Angelina spoke as they waited in the changing room.
"Yeah they're that thick they'd probably knock one of their team mates out." Fred laughed.
"That might be a good thing, make our lives a lot easier." George added.
"Oh and Fred try and not get knocked off your broom this time." Angelina spoke.
"I shall try my very best." Fred answered saluting.
McGonagall hadn't found out who had jinxed a bludger during the match against Ravenclaw, not that Fred really cared, he was alive and kicking and that was the main thing. Once the team were ready they headed out into the bitter cold morning. There were loud cheers from the Gryffindor side while the Slytherins were shouting some sort of a chant but none of the team took any notice of what they were singing.
The two teams took off into the air, taking their positions then Madame Hooch let the balls into the air. The players shot off in all directions. Ron wobbled nervously in front of the hoops while Harry screwed his eyes up to see if he could spot the golden snitch. Crabbe hit the bludger which just missed Katie Bell's head by inches. Angelina caught the quaffle and scored the first goal of the match.
Unfortunately for Ron he missed saving the two shots by Slytherin meaning they took the lead. The match was full of action, quaffles being dropped by both team's chasers, bludgers being whacked in every direction with players dodging them. Slytherin continued to stay in the lead by 40 points to nil. Harry upped his game to find the snitch with Malfoy hot on his heels. Goyle tried his very best to knock Harry off his broom every time he was in possession of the bludger but Fred soon put a stop to that, keeping a close eye on Harry by flying close by him. Harry was extremely thankful towards Fred for that gesture.
The noise coming from the stands was deafening however the Slytherins were still singing their chant about Ron which made Harry's blood boil. Lee Jordan who was commentating tried his best to drown it out by shouting loudly. Harry finally spotted the golden snitch near the Slytherin end of the pitch and zoomed off at full pelt to catch it, Malfoy not far behind him. Fred managed to stop a bludger from hitting Harry, whacking it with all his strength and nearly knocking Pucey, one of the Slytherin's chasers off his broom. Harry got closer and closer to the snitch, trying his very best to keep Malfoy at bay then reached out and grabbed it only to be knocked off his broom by a very angry Malfoy. Luckily Harry was only a few feet off the ground so escaped serious injury.
"Gryffindor win! Harry Potter has caught the snitch!" Madame Hooch shouted then blew her whistle.
The two teams descended to the ground, blood gushing from Katie Bell's nose. Malfoy however was not a happy bunny and was shouting his mouth off about Ron.
"Did you like our song about Weasley, Potter?" He seethed waltzing over to where Harry was stood.
"I thought it was rather good myself. I did want to add a few more lines to it but I hadn't time you see. I wanted to add in something about his fat mother and that useless father of his, maybe add in that they all live in a pigsty." Malfoy continued.
Harry's blood began to boil as he gripped the snitch even tighter in his hand. Harry wasn't the only one who had heard Malfoy; Fred and George had too and was about to lunge at him only to be grabbed by Angelina and Alicia.
"What did you just call my mother and father?" George shouted clenching his fist.
"Oh I was just saying to Potter here how you all live in a pigsty and that we were going to add in a few lines to our song about your pathetic mother and father. We should have added a few lines in about you and your idiodic twin!" Malfoy chortled.
Fred had managed to free himself from the girls and had dashed to his twin's side.
"What the hell is your problem Malfoy?" Fred snapped anger filling up inside him.
"Fred, George, Harry leave it out. He's not worth the hassle!" Angelina shouted.
Fred urged forward so he was right in front of Malfoy's face.
"We may not have as much money as you do nor live in a fancy house but do you know what, my family are better people than you'll ever be and I'm bloody proud of where I come from!" Fred snapped jabbing Malfoy in the chest with his finger. "So I suggest you shut your nasty little mouth and leave my family and Harry alone!"
"Or what? What are you going to do Weasel? Stun me again? Get your perfect, prefect little girlfriend to give me detention? Oh wait I'm a prefect too!" Malfoy pushed smugly.
Madame Hooch who had been giving Crabbe a good telling off dashed over to the commotion.
"What one earth is going on here?" she questioned looking between the twins and Malfoy.
"He insulted my family that's what's wrong!" Fred snapped his blood still boiling.
"I suggest you get yourselves off to the changing rooms at once. I will be speaking to your heads of houses about this!" Madame Hooch stated.
Angelina seized Fred by his robes to drag him away from Malfoy.
"He's lucky I didn't punch the little shit!" George snapped following the rest of his team into the changing room.
"You and me both!" Harry answered trying in vain to calm himself down; he too wanted to punch Malfoy.
Fred too was finding it hard to calm himself down and kicked the wall leaving a small dent in it.
"Boys can you all please calm down! Malfoy just wants to get you all in trouble. He knows how to provoke you all. Don't stoop to his level." Angelina said in attempt to calm her team mates down.
As soon as they arrived back at the castle Professor McGonagall demanded to see them.
"What on earth happened?" she questioned looking at the three boys. George began to explain what all Malfoy had said.
"He insulted our parents. I wasn't just going to stand there and let him." He explained.
The door of McGonagall's office swung open and Professor Umbridge waltzed in dressed in a horrid green tweed coat, a black satin bow on top of her head.
"This is all we bloody need." Fred muttered under his breath.
"Is everything alright here Minerva?" she questioned in a sickly sweet voice.
"Yes Dolores I was just dealing with these students." McGonagall answered clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
"Oh yes I seen what happened down at the quidditch pitch. I personally feel that these three students should be banned from playing quidditch for the rest of the year as they clearly cannot control their anger." Umbridge spoke.
"WHAT!" Fred and George shouted jumping to their feet.
"You can't do that Professor. We didn't do anything wrong." Harry spoke.
"It is not for you for decide what happens to my students, as you can see they are in my house and are my responsibility." McGonagall answered.
"That is where you are wrong Minerva. As from today Cornelius Fudge has enforced a new educational decree allowing myself as High Inquisitor the power to strip students of their privileges." Umbridge spoke a smug look upon her toad like face.
She pulled out a piece of parchment and began to read
"The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter all punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed Cornelius Fudge – Minister of Magic." She trailed off. "So therefore I feel that these three should be banned."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Fred snapped.
"It was Malfoy who started it. we were just defending our family!" George shouted.
"I am sorry I do not think it is a good idea to let you play anymore. You could have easily hurt Mr Malfoy." Umbridge answered acting like she had not heard a word Fred and George had said.
"I am sorry Professor Umbridge but I think you are being slightly out of order here. As far as I am aware, Malfoy was the one who started it and these three were just defending their family. They did not use any physical violence." Professor McGonagall spoke. "They are not a risk to other students on the other teams."
"Like I said Minerva it is my decision and I would like their broomsticks confiscated as well." Umbridge answered not paying attention to what McGonagall had said.
McGonagall stood up and looked at the three boys all of whom looked like they wanted to punch Umbridge into oblivion.
"Well I better be off. Good afternoon to you all." Umbridge stated rolling up the parchment and tottering from the room with a satisfied smile on her face.
"I am so sorry boys, this is out of my hands now but I will be speaking to Dumbledore about this, not that the man hasn't got enough on his plate." McGonagall spoke in a defeated tone.
"Is there not something you can do Professor?" Harry asked in desperation.
"I wish there was Potter. Unfortunately my hands are tied now that Umbridge has got the Ministry involved. The three of you promise me one thing? You will try and stay out of trouble." McGonagall answered.
The three boys nodded their heads.
"Now off you go back to your common rooms." Fred, George and Harry left with their heads hung low. They had never felt so deflated in all their lives.
"I'm going to write to Mum." George spoke.
"Just be careful about what you say, all our owls are being intercepted." Harry told him as they walked back to Gryffindor tower.