Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 16 The Quidditch Match
(A.N. When I'm typing really fast, sometimes instead of typing Voldemort, I type Voldemrot. How strange is that? Don't worry, Harry is going to consider telling someone about the new Death Eater soon, maybe in the next chapter)
"Well, that was an um… odd lesson," Harry said.
"I still can't believe that he brought in a Death Eater," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Do you think he'll get in trouble for bringing the Death Eater here?"
"Most likely," Ron said. "But at least Professor Ralon was so mad with himself that he gave us the rest of the lesson off."
"What are you two going to do with your free time?" Hermione asked.
"I have to study and do all of my homework," Harry said gloomily, "I won't have any time to do my homework this weekend because of the Quidditch match on Sunday."
"What about Saturday and Friday?" Ron asked after giving the Fat lady the password.
"Quidditch practice."
As the three of them sat down to do their homework (except for Ron, who started to goof off) Two other people were being called to their master.
"What is it my Lord?" Lucius Malfoy asked with a worried expression on his face. Voldemort was silent, he just stared at the fire.
"My lord?" James said. Without warning Voldemort stood up and cried, "Crucio!"
The spell hit both James and Lucius. They both fell to the floor in agony and started twitching and screaming. With a flick of his wrist Voldemort took the spell off of them.
"My lord," panted James, "If you don't mind my asking, what was that for."
"You lied to me," growled Voldemort. "You looked me strait in the eye and you lied."
"What?" Lucius asked.
"About Potter, you said he was dead. If he was dead, than why did Nott see him at Hogwarts in the middle of his Defense Against the Dark Art's class?"
"I-I don't know my lord," stammered James.
"Remember when I said I would have to punish you if you didn't bring back good news, well, guess what. THIS IS NOT GOOD NEWS! Crucio."
James was hit with the Cruciatus curse, and he was doubled up with pain. He gritted his teeth so he wouldn't scream out in pain again.
"You know what," Voldemort said threateningly after he took the spell off of James.
"What my lord," gasped James.
"I think that maybe you two aren't loyal enough. I have a higher expectations for my Death Eaters. I'm sure that Crabbe and Goyle, or even Wormtail could've done a better job of killing Potter than you two."
James and Lucius backed up, just in case Voldemort was going to go for his wand again.
"However," Voldemort said, "I will give you two one more chance, If you can prove your loyalty by FINALLY killing Potter, then I will not have to go into drastic measures to make sure that you two are loyal." Voldemort glared at the two of them once more.
"You may go." James and Lucius swept out of the room.
"Good going," Lucius hissed to James when they were finally out of earshot of Voldemort. "You could've gotten us killed."
"ME!" James said, "I was the one that made sure he was dead. I was the one that stabbed him!"
"Well than how do you explain him being alive?"
"I don't know… Come on, we'd better get back to Hogwarts."
When Harry woke up on Sunday he was very nervous. He had stopped eating the following day and he certainly not going to be eating that morning at breakfast. Their first match of the season was against Slytherin. Harry got up and got dressed, then he went down to the common room where most of the Gryffindor team was already waiting.
"Hey Harry," said Sean, grinning from ear to ear. "Nervous."
Harry nodded.
"Now remember our plan, don't try to-"
"I know Sean," Harry said, sitting down next to a boy named Evan Tellerson who had been made one of the Beaters. The new players on the Gryffindor team were Allison Dehoscas, a fourth year, she plays keeper, along with David Korbin, and Jennifer Peterson who are both fifth years. Besides Evan, a girl named Audrey Barwin had been made beater. They all looked twice as nervous as Harry felt, after all, it was their first Quidditch match.
After a breakfast of nothing (except for Sean, who ate two pieces of toast, three eggs and 5 pieces of bacon, how unhealthy), the Gryffindor Quidditch team went to the locker room to change. Then they all sat down on the benches and didn't listen to Sean's pep talk, they just nodded and pretended that they were listening. After a minute or so of nodding, they heard Mara Jordan, Lee's little sister, announcing the Slytherin team.
The Slytherins had also had tryouts for their team, unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle were now on the team, luckily they were keepers (very s l o w keepers).
"And now!" Mara cried, "The Gryffindor team! Johanson! Potter! Barwin! Dehoscas! Peterson! Tellerson! Aaannnddd Korbin! The Gryffindor team came jogging out of the locker room and half of the stadium burst into applause.
"Mount your brooms," Said Madame Hooch in a wheezy voice. She lifted her whistle to her mouth and blew.
"TTTTTWWWWEEEEEEETTTTTT!!"
"And there they go! Gryffindor takes the quaffle immediately! Allison flys toward the goal but oooooohhhhhhh… hit by a bludger sent her way by, uh… whatever his name is. Anyway, Goyle has the Quaffle, he's going to throw it to Crabbe… come on! Hurry up! THROW THE STUPID BALL! Sorry Professor," Professor McGonnagal was still watching over the commentating. "Anyway, Crabbe FINALLY catches the quaffle and… he drops it. David has the quaffle, flying toward the goalpost. Will he make it! YES!!!" The stadium exploded with cheers and boos. Harry, who was circling like a hawk up above the game went into a spectacular dive as he noticed the Snitch, hanging around by Crabbe's foot. Unfortunately, so did Malfoy.
"GO HARRY!" Yelled Mara, "Uh… I mean, who will get the Snitch!" The two of them dived like a bullet. Crabbe was just sitting there watching the two of them coming closer and closer. Crabbe grunted once and then got hit by a bludger, sent his way by Evan. Harry pulled out of his dive, just as the Snitch disappeared. Malfoy on the other hand flew into Crabbe and knocked him off his broom.
"OOOHHHH! That had to hurt!" cried Mara. "Anyway, Evan has the Quaffle…" Within ten minutes Gryffindor had scored five times and Slytherin had scored once, but only because the Quaffle bounced off a speeding bludger and flew into the goal. There hadn't been any other sights of the Snitch, and the only thing Harry had been doing was dodging bludgers.
"And Goyle has the Quaffle," Mara said in a dull voice, "Will he get to the goal post, probably not, Only kidding Professor. And a Bludger hits him in the face (I hope it gives him a concussion) Only joking!"
All of a sudden there was a sudden movement out of the corner of Harry's eye. The Golden Snitch was floating ten feet above Evan's head. Harry went for it. So did Malfoy.
"GO DRACO!" Yelled someone from the stands.
Harry was faster, before Malfoy was even halfway there Harry had his hand on the Snitch.
The stadium exploded! (not like BOOM! Exploded, but YAY! Exploded) The Gryffindor's had taken the lead in the house cup! But then something weird happened.
Dark clouds were forming overhead, and all of a sudden there was a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder. Everyone looked up at the now dark sky, just as snowflakes began to fall.
A few people giggled. But the laughter immediately stopped after what happened next. Instead of a few flakes continuing to fall, there was a strong gust of wind and then the snow totally started to fall. And I'm not talking an inch an hour, I'm talking ½ of a foot every five minutes. Everyone started to scream. The wind was so forceful that half of the Quidditch players were knocked from their brooms. The teachers started to push everyone inside, but as for the Quidditch players, they couldn't see the teachers, let alone follow them. Harry was hanging onto the Firebolt for dear life.
"SEAN!" He yelled, but his mouth was instantly filled with snow. "SEAN!" The temperature turned bitterly cold. Harry was shivering horribly, trying to find his other teammates.
"SEAN!" He yelled again.
From his left he heard a small voice, "Harry? Is that you!"
"SEAN?"
"No, it's Evan. But Sean's here with me!" Harry flew slowly to his left, but before he got to far he ran headlong into Evan.
"H-hi Harry," Evan stuttered. "D-do you know w-where the s-school is?"
Harry shook his head, squinting his eyes against the harsh winds.
"Where are the others?" Harry asked, seeing that only Sean was with him. Shivering, Evan shrugged his shoulders.
To Harry's right, he could hear another voice.
"Follow me!" Harry yelled, Evan moved slowly behind Harry, with Sean following close behind. Within a minute they found out who had been talking, it was Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy spat (which was very unwise because if you spit when it's cold the spit can freeze).
"Looking for Hogwarts," Evan said. "Have you seen it?"
"If I had seen it, do you think I'd be out here with you losers," Malfoy snapped.
"Whatever," Harry said sarcastically, "Well, we're going to go inside where it's nice and warm. Care to join us?"
Malfoy glared at Harry, before he flew off without another word.
"Well, they can't blame us if that jerk dies of hypothermia," Sean said. They flew for a minute or so before they heard another voice. It was Allison's
"ALLISON!" bellowed Sean, "ALLISON WHERE ARE YOU!"
"I'm right in front of you!" Harry flew forward, just as a large gust of wind came and almost knocked him off his broom. He still couldn't see her.
"ALLISON!" All of a sudden Allison was right in front of him, he had to stop so suddenly that Evan and Sean bonked into him.
"Look!" Allison said, pointing through the swirling snow. Harry squinted, but he saw what she was pointing at, pinpricks of light in the distance, Hogwarts.
"Let's go!" Sean cried, flying as fast as he could toward the school. Before they knew it they were right in front of the great oak doors. They got off their brooms and tried to open the doors, but there was too much snow blocking them. Sean tried the Alomahora charm, but they still wouldn't open. Then he absolutely lost it and started banging on the doors and yelling hysterically. Suddenly the doors were pushed open from inside. Professor McGonnagal was standing there, she pulled them all in, but an inch of snow still covered the entrance hall floor.
"Thank goodness, you're all right," She said after she closed the doors again. "You are to go strait to the nurses office, where your other teammates are waiting." They had started to walk down the hall, brushing snow off of their cloaks when Professor McGonnagal called out to them again.
"Have any of you seen Malfoy or Crabbe?" She called, "They still haven't come back." They shook their heads and walked down to the nurse's office.
"Well, I'm glad that's over with," Lucius mumbled, wiping snow off of his cloak and hair.
"We're not sure that he's dead though," James said, "We don't want more trouble if it turns out that Potter's alive."
Lucius looked at James strangely.
"Oh! I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about the Quidditch match," Lucius said. "It's just disgraceful the way that the Slytherin's played, except for my son of course."
"You couldn't help yelling out to your son, could you," James said, "Anyway, Potter kicked your son's butt."
"He did not! Besides, Potter's dead."
"We don't know that for sure!"
"Fine! We'll go see if Potter's dead." With a flick of Lucius's wand the snow stopped falling and the wind stopped blowing. James took the invisibility cloak out of his pocket and threw it over himself. The two of them walked back up to the school.