Okay. I'm sane now.
The character Gemini doesn't belong to me. Gemmi's my friend in an online Pokemon RPG. Don't use the name... or face the wrath of the MeOwCoWbIrD!
New Places, New Friends
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"Yo Myth!" called a voice from behind me. I whirled around, still slightly mad because we'd been given extra Potions homework.
"What do you want?" I asked, looking down to corridor at a girl with black hair which had blue highlights. Her blue eyes sparkled.
"You dropped this!" she called, jogging forward and holding out a piece of parchment. I took it.
"Oh... it's only some notes. Nothing important." I stuffed the notes in my silver bag.
"So what House are you from?" she asked. I shrugged.
"I'm in Gryffindor. My sister, Aurora, is too, and my brother, Rainer, was in Hufflepuff."
"Really? I'm Gemini Waterflower, from Ravenclaw. So you're the legendary Myth.... "
"Legendary? Ha! And Snape's the Queen of France!"
"You mean he's not?!" Gem asked in mock horror. "I always thought he belonged to the English dynasty... what a let down.... " Gemini winked.
I laughed and started down the hall. It was break time, so I had to get to the library.
"Wanna do our homework for Binns now?" I asked, looking at Gem. She shook her head.
"I'm smart, but I'm not like the other Ravenclaws. I like to have some fun! Let's go out and try our luck in the Weasly snowball fight!" Gem grinned.
"Okay! If you say so!" I smilled, hurried up to my dorm, and slung my bag onto my bed. Then I ran back down to the Entrance Hall.
"Let's go!" Gem cried gamely. I giggled and led the way outside, shivering from the cold with Gem at my heels.
(a/n-I decided to let this go for now and get on to the subject of...ah, well, you'll see!)
The next quidditch match was Gryffindor against Slytherin. If we won, then we'd play against Hufflepuff.
"It was a fluke, I tell you!" Lee Jordan was saying to Fred and George Weasly the next morning in the Great Hall. "Hufflepuff would never have won against Ravenclaw.... "
I sat down next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were listening in.
"I know! That stupid Davies... messed up their plan, no doubt.... " George said.
"At least we won't have anything really hard to do as long as we beat Slytherin!" said Harry.
"Well, good luck to you guys today! I mean, it's snowing and all... it's weird the game hasn't been cancelled." I said, glancing up at the staff table. Dumbledore was talking to Flitwick rapidly.
Yeah. Well, we gotta get out of here if we're to be on time!" said Fred, standing up. "C'mon, George, Harry...."
"Good luck!" called Ron, waving. "Shall we go get our cloaks and get out there for good seats?" Ron asked.
"We'd better. It looks like the whole lot's about to go, anyway... come on." Hermione replied, standing up also. I followed Ron and Hermione to the dorm, grabbed my cloak, and we hurried to the pitch to get good seats.
"Come on Harry!" I cried later, almost falling off my seat in excitement. Hermione grinned.
"We'll win, don't worry!" she assured me, but I wasn't so sure.
"Gryffindor has possession of the Quaffle, Bell's really flying well today! Uh oh... here come's trouble! The Slytherin Chasers are ganging up on her! And here comes Fred - or is that George? Oh well, here comes one of the Weasly twins, come on you two! Smack those bludgers! Ah! There we go.... one down, one to go! Come one Gryffindor, you can beat those slimy gits!"
McGonagall whirled to glare at Lee Jordan, who smiled back up at her.
"But wait! Potter's seen something! There he goes! He's seen the Snitch! Come on Potter! Go!"
The Gryffindors cheered wildly as Harry, leaning low on his Firebolt, sped after an invisible speck, shielding his yes from the snow. Suddenly, out of no where, a Slytherin flew straight into Harry, slamming into him and almost knocking our Seeker off course. McGonagall obviously didn't see through the blizzard and hadn't said anything. The Gryffindors cried out in dismay as Harry clung to his broom, still streaking after the seemingly invisible Golden Snitch, but was rammed again. Harry was still heading for the Snitch - but without his broom. Flailing his arms, Harry fell through the air and landed in the middle of a deep mud puddle in the middle of the pitch, thankfully cushioning his landing. McGonagall did see this, and, using her wand to magnify her voice, she announced Slytherin's loss.
"Someone get down there and get Potter up the Madam Pomfrey!" she called. At this, several teachers, including Professor Storm, ran out to the field and marched Harry into the school. "Now, according to these rules, that was a foul to Gryffindor, but since it was tenfold as bad, the match goes to Gryffindor!"
Sighing, I stood up with the rest of the school.
"I hope Harry's alright!" Hermione said worriedly as we walked back to the school. I shrugged.
"Madam Pomfrey can fix anything, don't worry." I reassured her.
"Yeah, but what if he can't play in the next match?" Ron asked. I shrugged.
"They'll have to forfiet, but why wouldn't he be able to? You know Madam Pomfrey. . . . "
"We'll see." said Hermione as we reached the Entrance Hall. We walked hurriedly towards the hospital wing, wiping flakes of snow from our cloaks. Reaching the infirmary, Hermione knocked on the door. Madam Pomfrey opened it.
"You'll have to go! He shan't have visitors right now, and the only reason the team's in there is because Dumbledore insisted."she said, glaring.
"Well, how is he?" Ron asked quickly. Madam Pomfrey shook her head.
"He's broken his arm, and banged his head pretty bad. Not serious, but . . . " the nurse trailed off when she noticed the worried looks on our faces. Sighing heavily, she stepped back.
"Fine, fifteen minutes! Go!" she said, ushering us inside. I smiled slightly and joined Ron and Hermione in the rush to Harry's bedside. The Gryffindor team was already there, standing on the opposite side of the bed. Dumbledore was sitting in a chair on the side nearest to us. We stood beside him, but when he saw us he smiled and rose.
"I'd best be going. Make sure you rest, Harry." And Dumbledore swept away, leaving us a clear view of Harry.
The Seeker looked a mess. Mud splattered his scarlet Quidditch robes. His Firebolt broom was resting against the bed, undamaged. Madam Pomfrey had obviously healed his arm already, as it was straight. There was a large violet bruise on the side of his forehead, partly hidden by his mop of raven hair.
"We won anyway, don't worry Harry." Fred Weasly was saying. George nodded.
"Where's Oliver?" Harry asked, glancing around. He spotted us and smiled.
"I don't know. I think he stayed to talk to Professor McGonagall." Katie Bell said, shrugging. I nodded.
"We saw him talking to her on the way up. Maybe he'll come later." I explained. Harry nodded.
Madam Pomfrey came bustling by and into her office adjoining the room. I watched her for a moment before asking the question most of us had.
"Will you be able to play against Hufflepuff?"
Harry just shrugged.
"I don't know. Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything about it. I hope so though." he replied, glancing at his broom. Just then, Madam Pomfrey came bustling back out carrying a goblet of steaming liquid. She rounded on us immediatly.
"Out! You've had nearly half an hour! Go! He needs rest!"
Sighing, I led the way out of the hospital wing and back to our Common Room. The usual sounds of talking had changed to more of a hiss as the rest of the Gryffindors talked about the match. As Hermione, Ron, and I entered the room, we were greeted by a flood of students.
"How's Harry?! Is he going to be able to play?" Neville asked. Ron shrugged. More questions bombarded us as we exchanged worried glances. Was Harry going to be able to play? If not, would we have to forfiet, or would they find a Seeker to take over for the match? Who would get to substitute for him?
After the crowd had diminished, Ron hurried up to his dorm and Hermione and I to ours. I flung myself onto my bed in weariness, finally realizing how tired I was. Yawning, I drew the curtains and fell asleep immediatly, dreaming of flying in a Quidditch match.
Sunday morning dawned bright and early at school. Still brooding over the fact that our Seeker was injured, Hermione, Ron, me, and the rest of the Gryffindors walked down to the Great Hall in groups of twos and threes. I slipped down alone and sat down across from the Quidditch team, who were sitting together talking about the game - and Harry. I noticed that Oliver Wood wasn't there, but ignored the fact. It didn't seem important to me at the moment.
"Well, Myth, have you heard anything about Harry yet?" Katie asked anxiously. I shook my head.
"Nope, no one's told me anything. Haven't seen him since last night, but I think Ron and Hermione are going to see him during break. I'll probably go with them."
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and whirled in my chair to face it's owner. Expecting to see a teacher, I was surprised to see my sister's face.
"Aurora!" I cried, standing up and giving her a quick hug. "Where've you been?"
"No where . . . studying for my exams, mostly, in the dormitory. There's not as much noise there. You?"
"Same, just been hanging around the Common Room mostly, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Nothing else, really . . ." I trailed off as a flash of green towards the right caught my eye. I looked up and saw Oliver Wood dashing towards us from the door. Reaching us, he sat down, panting heavily. Fred - or was it George? - stared at him.
"What's going on Oliver? You're acting like something bad's happened . . . "
"Yes, well, something has! Madam Pomfrey says Harry won't be ready for the match against Hufflepuff!"
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Quidditch
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We all gasped as Oliver announced this. Fred banged his fist on the table so hard that glasses shook and food flew. George drew a long breath through his teeth and Katie, Alicia, and Angelina sighed in despair. I just stared.
"She . . . what?!" I screeched, standing up and leaning on the table. Aurora pushed me down.
"Calm down, it's only the Quidditch Cup!" she said, shaking her head. Oliver rounded on her.
"ONLY the Quidditch Cup?! Only? How can you say that, Aurora? We've trained for so long, and only one this thing once, but we all know we're the best ruddy team in school!" he cried, annoyed. I sighed.
"You guys, you can't go in there without a Seeker. You'll get whalloped, you'll humiliate yourselves!"
"Not unless we find a substitute Seeker!" said George suddenly. He looked pointedly at me. I blinked and gave the tiniest nod.
"But who in their right mind would fill in for Harry in the championship match?" Oliver asked, purely bewildered. Slowly I stood up.
"Me."
bhh! My keyboard's about had it, lol. Been through the mill, this one, to quote the lady from Diagon Alley. Ü
'Twas probably the part I enjoyed writing the most, and I hope you enjoy reading it threefold. ^_^ Don't ask me why Harry can't fly - you won't get an answer, believe me. BTW, R/R please! I'm also unbelievably sorry about the last saga - I forgot the >html< and >body< tags at the beginning. Ingenious, né? ^_^*
Okay, and for all the Hufflepuffs from http://virtualhp.s5.com reading this, Merry Christmas! And congrats to all the award winners of VWOHP! Go Christiney-Weeny! Have a huge booger! ^_^
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry, Ron, Hermione, Katie Bell, or any of the characters that belong to JKR, the mysterious author of the Harry Potter series. God knows where she comes up with her plots! ;-)
I do own . . . Myth and Aurora. I just realized those were the only characters I own that are in here. Oh well.
One of my best friends, Gemini, aka Ryo-Chan, MeOwCoWbIrD, and Snow Faerie Chan, owns the character Gemini Waterflower of Ravenclaw. Thanks for letting my use her Ryo! Ü
*Peace, Love, and Bullet-Proof Marshmallows.* -with love from the Dragon Master herself, Myth NaDraco Magic! ::hugs all her faithful readers::