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Scene: The next morning, in the great hall. The gang is sitting, eating. Harry is twirling his food on a fork.
'Wait is this the morning before the Quidditch match? Already?" Harry wondered.
Ron: Take a bit of toast, mate, go on.
Hermione: Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today.
'What the hell?! That dialogue is so so wrong.' Hermione said disappointed.
Harry: I'm not hungry.
Snape appears.
'What the hell is that bloody git doing here? Now?' Ron asked.
Hermione whacked him across his head.
'Owww! Mione!' Ron groaned.
'Sorry Professor,' Hermione apologised in the behalf of Snape.
Snape: Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin. {Leaves, limping.}
Harry: That explains the blood.
'But I didn't see any blood," Harry said. "Not until after we saw him limping and I went to get the Quidditch through the ages book back. And why the hell did he wish me luck?' Harry asked shocked and surprised.
Snape shrugged.
Hermione: Blood?
Harry: Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping.
Snape looked at them with very cold features and was giving them the worst glare, he can manage.
Ron and Harry cowered.
Hermione: But why would anyone go near that dog?
Harry: The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret.
'The Philosopher's Stone' Harry said.
'Yeah! But that didn't actually happen,' Harry said.
Hermione: So, you're saying...
Harry: That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants.
"We're so smart!" Ron cried.
'Right! Smart asses.' Harry grinned.
Ginny and Hermione whacked both their husbands.
'Oww' Both, Harry and Ron, groaned and glared at their respective wives who were grinning.
{An owl screeches. It is Hedwig. She is carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it off.}
'Now?" Hermione wondered confused. "You'd already got the broom long before we became friends.'
Harry and Rong agree.
Hermione: Bit early for mail, isn't it?
Harry: But I-I never get mail.
Ron: Let's open it.
{They open it.}
'The first time I got mail was when Hagrid invited me over to his hut on that Friday.' Harry said aloud.
'Oh Harry!' Lily sr. hugged her son. She was absolutely fuming. Severus and Tuney had abused her son. Her Harry.
'It's okay Mum.' Harry said awkwardly and a bit uncomfortably.
But Lily sr. was oblivious to Harry's discomfort.
After a moment or two, she let go and the movie was resumed.
Harry: It's a broomstick!
Ron: That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!
Harry: But who...?
{He sees Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig. She smiles and Harry nods.}
'Thank you, Professor. I never really said thank you.' Harry thanked.
Professor McGonagall smiled at Harry. He had grown so much. From a shy 1st year to a hero.
Scene: Inside a Quidditch tower. The Gryffindor team is marching towards the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed double door.
'YAY! QUIDDITCH! I GET TO SEE DAD PLAY!' The Quidditch frantics cried.
Oliver: Scared, Harry?
Harry: A little bit.
'WTF! Where is Oliver Wood special speech? And Angelina's interruptions.' Fred and George cried angrily.
Oliver shrugged. Angelina shrugged, too.
Oliver: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Harry: What happened?
Oliver: Er, I don't really remember. I took a Bludger to the head 2 minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.
'Really!?' Oliver asked. 'I don't remember that happening.'
'It didn't,' Charlie said. He had chosen Wood for the role of Keeper. He was brilliant.
Oliver nodded.
Harry gulps and looks straight ahead as the doors open. They mount their brooms and zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. The commentator, LEE JORDAN, is talking from a tower.
Lee: Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!
'LEE!' George shouted. 'Do you remember rather attractive too?! She's my wife.' He mimicked.
Lee, Fred and George started laughing.
Angelina whacked George across his head.
'Honestly woman.' George groaned. Angelina rolled her eyes. Fred grinned.
Cheering. Close-up of Gryffindor students. They are cheering. Neville: Gryffindor!}
The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst. He looks down.
Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game.
'Wow! You are actually commentating properly.' McGonagall said as Christmas had came earlier. Lee grinned.
Hooch: Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you. {looks at Slytherin. She kicks the trunk, and the Bludgers zoom out.}
'Yay! We can see you play Quidditch dad.' Lily jr. and James jr. shouted.
Albus Jr. shook his head somewhat disapprovingly.
Lee: 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.
'WTF! Why is Lee explaining?' Harry cried.
Lee shrugged his shoulders.
The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Hooch grabs the Quaffle.
Lee: The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!
'Gryffindors GO!' Gryffindors shout.
The other houses roll their eyes.
Gryffindor takes possession of the ball and a chaser, ANGELINA JOHNSON, zooms past Slytherins towards their goal, and throws the ball, and scores! There is a ding.
Lee: Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor! {He presses a button and a 10 shows up beside a plaque with Gryffindors name.}
Harry, in the air, claps.
Harry: Yes! {a Bludger zooms by him.} Whoa!
'I look so weird…' Harry cried.
In the stands, Gryffindor cheers.
Hagrid: Well, done!
'What! I'm already 'here.' Hagrid wondered.
Lee: Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.
Draco sniggered.
Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver appears and whacks the ball away with his broom. He smirks at Flint, who glares. Johnson and KATIE BELL pass the Quaffle back and forth as they strategize to score. Johnson takes it, throws, and once again scores!
'I should have seen the Snitch by now.' Harry said.
Hermione nodded.
Ron and Seamus: Yay!
Harry: Yes!
'What the… First where is Neville? And where is the banner we made? Dean cried.
Neville smiled remembering the Quidditch match.
Lee: Another 10 points to Gryffindor! {ding.}
Gryffindors: Yay!
'Where the hell is the Snitch? Is there no snitch here?' Harry aske din disbelief.
The Slytherins decide to get messy. They dodge, kick, and try to score. Once again, Oliver blocks.
Flint: Give me that! {he grabs a beaters bat from one and whacks a Bludger right at Oliver. It hits Oliver in the stomach and he falls to the ground.}
'What!' Oliver gulped. 'That's what he did to you when you were trying to catch the Snitch.'
Harry nods.
Crowd: {Booing}
Harry is visibly upset.
Slytherin laughs.
The Slytherin members head off. One jumps over George (or Fred) and scores. Harry is upset again. Slytherin cheers.
Flint: {to other members} Take that side!
They box Johnson in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She falls down in and is out. The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again. Suddenly, Harry sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then his broom starts bucking and turning.
'After this long I see the Snitch?' Harry asked in disbelief.
Harry: Whoa! Whooa!
Hagrid: What's going on with Harry's broomstick?
'WHAT?! Oh! This is the time when…' Harry said remembering his first Quidditch match.
Lily sr.'s eyes go wide. James sr. and Sirius sr. were cheering. James saw his wife's eyes and muttered uh-oh and resumed the movie.
Hermione looks through binoculars at Harry, then at Snape, who is muttering something.
Hermione: It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!
Ron: Jinxing the broom? What do we do?
'I WAS NOT JINXING POTTER'S BROOM! I WAS SAYING THE COUNTER-CURSE!' Snape yelled at Hermione.
'Sorry Professor,' Hermione mutters.
Hermione: Leave it to me. {She hands Ron her binoculars and leaves.}
'Yep. Rely on Hermione," Ron said. 'She can always take on everything.'
Hermione beamed at him.
Harry is knocked around, then falls, dangling by one arm from the broom.
Ron: Come on, Hermione!
Hermione is hurrying up a tower. She appears underneath Snape and touches his cloak with her wand.
Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamarae.
Snape's eyes widened in realization. 'That's why my cloak caught fire.'
A spark ignites and Snape's cloak catches fire. Hermione leaves.
'That's what I get for saving Potter,' Snape mutters in dismay.
Man: Fire! You're on fire!
Snape: What? Oh! {knocks the man back, who falls into Quirrell, who then also falls. Snape bats out the fire and acts as though nothing happened. The broom stop bucking, and Harry climbs back on. The Slytherin seeker is after the Snitch. Harry takes off.}
'I am sure, I knocked over Quirrell and put the fire back in the jar.' Hermione said.
Ron: Go!
Hagrid: Go go go!
'Thanks,' Harry said. 'Thanks for saving me when I was eleven.'
'That happened some 30 years ago.' Hermione and Harry laughed.
Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and lurches.
The crowd gasps. Hermione appears beside a tower to see.
Hagrid: Looks like he's gonna be sick!
Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands.
'Woo-hoo! Go Dad!' James jr. and Lily jr. cried.
Lee: He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!
'WOO HOO!' James sr. and Sirius cried.
Hooch: {Blows whistle} Gryffindor win!
All: YAY!
Draco: No!
Harry laughed.
Hagrid: Yes!
Hermione: Whoo-hoo!
McGonagall: {Giggles happily}
'What happened to not being biased, Minnie?' Lee smirked.
McGonagall rolled her eyes and said, 'Don't call me Minnie,'
'Really Minnie?' Fred and George teased.
McGonagall groaned.
Harry raises the Snitch into the air and the crowd, and his team, cheers.
'Hip-hip hooray' Lily jr. cried.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
Crowd: Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!
Scene:
Harry, Hermione and Ron are walking along a path with Hagrid, talking.
'What happened to tea in Hagrid's hut?' Hermione wondered.
Hagrid: Nonsense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?
Harry: Who knows. Why was he trying to get past that 3 headed dog on Halloween?
'Stop jumping to conclusions Granger! I though you were smart!' Snape said coldly.
'hey! You never gave us a reason not to suspect you.' Hermione argued.
Snape glared at her.
Hagrid: Who told you 'bout Fluffy?
Ron: Fluffy?
Hermione: That thing has a name?
'It's not a thing,' Hagrid cried.
Hagrid: Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the
'No, I got him from a Greek chappie,' Hagrid huffed.
Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: Shouldn't said that. Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is.
'Top secret, right?' Harry, Ron and Hermione said sarcastically.
Harry: But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it!
Hagrid: Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.
"Yeah!" Snape cried. He was happy for the first time that Hagrid was there.
'But Quirrell was a Hogwarts professor as well,' Harry muttered. 'And so was Lockhart,'
'Don't talk about that ponce,' Many students and teachers glared at Harry.
Harry raised his hands in surrender.
Hermione: Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a curse when I see one. I've read all about them. You have to keep eye contact. And Snape wasn't blinking.
Harry: Exactly.
Hagrid: {sighs} Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddling' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.
'Oh Hagrid,' A few people shook their heads.
Harry: Nicholas Flamel?
Hagrid: I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. I should not have said that. {Exit.}
Everyone burst out laughing.
Harry: Nicholas Flamel...Who's Nicholas Flamel?
Hermione: I don't know.
'WHAT! Hermione Granger doesn't know something!?' Malfoy asked shocked.
'STFU!' She cursed.
Others looked at her amazed. Hermione Granger never cursed.
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