Part Thirteen:
Quidditch
The holidays passed quickly, and everyone was now coming home from vacation. The shock that came from Alex blowing up at Malfoy had evidently worn off, because Malfoy was back to taunting them again. He was now making fun of Alex for fainting.
"OH NO! SOMEONE CATCH ME! I DON'T WANT TO READ IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE! I'M SCARED!" he would yell in a high pitched voice every time she went by. She had given up yelling back at him and just ignored him now.
Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team were having some of the most vigorous practices they had ever had. Their next game was against Slytherin, and if they won this, they won it all. The game was tommorow, so Harry was trying to get as relaxed as he could, but he just couldn't do it. In class all he could think about was the game. Professor McGonagall had called on him once and he had answered-
" You go around the goalpost, past Ron and head to the opposite goal."he said.( A/N: I know that doesen't make sense, but anyway,) McGonagall had gotten on to him very badlly for that.
Harry was sitting on the front steps of Hogwarts with Ron, Hermione,and Alex.
"Harry, you and Ron both need to calm down." said Hermione. Ron was just as edgy as Harry.
" I can't! I am too excited! If we beat Slytherin-"
" Then I can shove it in Malfoys face for the rest of the year!" said Alex, cutting Ron off.
" I'm just so nervous!"said Harry, putting his face in his hands. Alex slapped him on the back.
" Don't worry. I'm sure you won't fall off your broom or anything." she said.
"You'd be surprised." Harry said. Alex looked a little alarmed.
" Well...then take the fairydust I gave you." she said.
" Oh yeah, I'm sure as he goes falling toward the ground he'll have time to get that little bottle out, open it up, and sprinkle some over his head."said Ron, rolling his eyes. Hermione thought for a moment.
" What if we give him almost the whole bottle, and during time outs we check to see if it's still working." she said.
" That might work." Alex said. That night Ron got his bottle and fiiled Harry's full with some of his dust.
" So you'll have enough for tommorow." he said.
" What about you Ron? Aren't you going to use some too?" asked Hermione.
" Why?" Ron asked.
"Hold on a minute. I have an idea."said Alex. And she went running into the school.
" Where is she going now?" said Harry.
"No telling." said Ron.
( ;****: )
Alex had been gone for a while, so they decided to go back to the common room. On the way to the portrait hole, they ran into her. She was carying a big box.
" Is that more fairydust?" asked Ron.
" Yep! For the whole Gryffindor quidditch team!" she said.
" The whole team?" said Harry.
" Uh-huh!" said Alex.
( ;****: )
Harry woke up the next morning feeling very nervous and excited. The quidditch match was after breakfast, but he didn't eat at all, and neither did Ron. They said good-bye to the girls and headed for the locker rooms. Harry and the rest of the team walked onto the field. He was immediately pumped. The cheers, over half of the school wearing gold and red outfits. He was ready. He and Malfoy( he was the captain for Slytherin team. ) shook hands. Harry hopped on his broom. The whole team lifted up into the air, each Gryffindor equipped with fairydust. Harry immediately began to look for the snitch. Thirty minutes passed and there was no sign of it.
"Ron Weasley, the newest member of the Gryffindor team has scored 24 points this game and- OH! AND HE HAS THE QUAFFLE AGAIN! HE'S GOING TOWARD THE GOAL! HE'S-HE'S-HE'S GOT IT! WOOO-HOOOO! 75- 47! IN FAVOR OF GRYFFINDOR!" yelled Lee Jordan. Harry passsed Ron and slapped him on the back. Alex was in the stands trying to get Hermione to dance her victory dance with her. She was saying,
" GO RON! IT'S YA BIRTHDAY! NOT REALLY! GO ANYWAY!"
After eveyone had taken their places again, Harry went back to looking for the snitch. He noticed Malfoy going very fast toward the ground. He saw Alex and Hermione and many of the other Gryffindor fans yelling at him and pointing toward Malfoy. Harry sped after him. Harry cut him off and saw the snitch fly off. He grinned triumphantly at Malfoy, and flew off in another direction, everyone cheering for him. Angelina was doing a great jog as keeper, and Ron at being a chaser. In the next two hours they scored fifty more points. In the next ten minutes Slytherin had gotten ahead twenty points. Harry was now looking around desperately for the snitch. And then, he saw it. It was hovering near Fred Weasley. Harry made his way over to it, pretending to look for the snitch the whole time. When he was ten feet away from it he began to speed up. Faster, and faster, and faster. He was so close. He knew he had it! He was three feet away! And then- WHAM! He was knocked off his broom, by none other than Malfoy himself. Harry heard the crowd gasp.
"WHAT! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS? THAT SON OF A -"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall said.
"Sorry Professor! But he knocked him off his broom!"
But other than go flying toward the ground, Harry hovered in mid-air, his left hand on his broom. The crowd cheered. He grinned at Malfoy, and climbed back onto his broom.
" HOW DID HE DO THAT?! WELL, HOWEVER HE DID THAT I'M GLAD HE DID!" screamed Lee. Ron got to take the penalty shot.He made it.
The game went on for another hour. No sign of the snitch. Harry was worried he would never see it again when he spotted it- right underneath Malfoy. He edged his way over behind him. When he was three feet away from him, he dove down......and caught the snitch! They won! Harry was pulled into the crowd that had formed on the field. They won! They won the championship! The Gryffindor team kept on jumping into the air and floating. They obviously loved the fairydust. Meanwhile The Slytherins were hounding Malfoy for missing the snitch when it was so close.
" Hey Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Malfoy whirled around.
" Great game!" said Harry. Malfoys face got red with anger as he glared at Harry. Harry just laughed.
Quidditch
The holidays passed quickly, and everyone was now coming home from vacation. The shock that came from Alex blowing up at Malfoy had evidently worn off, because Malfoy was back to taunting them again. He was now making fun of Alex for fainting.
"OH NO! SOMEONE CATCH ME! I DON'T WANT TO READ IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE! I'M SCARED!" he would yell in a high pitched voice every time she went by. She had given up yelling back at him and just ignored him now.
Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team were having some of the most vigorous practices they had ever had. Their next game was against Slytherin, and if they won this, they won it all. The game was tommorow, so Harry was trying to get as relaxed as he could, but he just couldn't do it. In class all he could think about was the game. Professor McGonagall had called on him once and he had answered-
" You go around the goalpost, past Ron and head to the opposite goal."he said.( A/N: I know that doesen't make sense, but anyway,) McGonagall had gotten on to him very badlly for that.
Harry was sitting on the front steps of Hogwarts with Ron, Hermione,and Alex.
"Harry, you and Ron both need to calm down." said Hermione. Ron was just as edgy as Harry.
" I can't! I am too excited! If we beat Slytherin-"
" Then I can shove it in Malfoys face for the rest of the year!" said Alex, cutting Ron off.
" I'm just so nervous!"said Harry, putting his face in his hands. Alex slapped him on the back.
" Don't worry. I'm sure you won't fall off your broom or anything." she said.
"You'd be surprised." Harry said. Alex looked a little alarmed.
" Well...then take the fairydust I gave you." she said.
" Oh yeah, I'm sure as he goes falling toward the ground he'll have time to get that little bottle out, open it up, and sprinkle some over his head."said Ron, rolling his eyes. Hermione thought for a moment.
" What if we give him almost the whole bottle, and during time outs we check to see if it's still working." she said.
" That might work." Alex said. That night Ron got his bottle and fiiled Harry's full with some of his dust.
" So you'll have enough for tommorow." he said.
" What about you Ron? Aren't you going to use some too?" asked Hermione.
" Why?" Ron asked.
"Hold on a minute. I have an idea."said Alex. And she went running into the school.
" Where is she going now?" said Harry.
"No telling." said Ron.
( ;****: )
Alex had been gone for a while, so they decided to go back to the common room. On the way to the portrait hole, they ran into her. She was carying a big box.
" Is that more fairydust?" asked Ron.
" Yep! For the whole Gryffindor quidditch team!" she said.
" The whole team?" said Harry.
" Uh-huh!" said Alex.
( ;****: )
Harry woke up the next morning feeling very nervous and excited. The quidditch match was after breakfast, but he didn't eat at all, and neither did Ron. They said good-bye to the girls and headed for the locker rooms. Harry and the rest of the team walked onto the field. He was immediately pumped. The cheers, over half of the school wearing gold and red outfits. He was ready. He and Malfoy( he was the captain for Slytherin team. ) shook hands. Harry hopped on his broom. The whole team lifted up into the air, each Gryffindor equipped with fairydust. Harry immediately began to look for the snitch. Thirty minutes passed and there was no sign of it.
"Ron Weasley, the newest member of the Gryffindor team has scored 24 points this game and- OH! AND HE HAS THE QUAFFLE AGAIN! HE'S GOING TOWARD THE GOAL! HE'S-HE'S-HE'S GOT IT! WOOO-HOOOO! 75- 47! IN FAVOR OF GRYFFINDOR!" yelled Lee Jordan. Harry passsed Ron and slapped him on the back. Alex was in the stands trying to get Hermione to dance her victory dance with her. She was saying,
" GO RON! IT'S YA BIRTHDAY! NOT REALLY! GO ANYWAY!"
After eveyone had taken their places again, Harry went back to looking for the snitch. He noticed Malfoy going very fast toward the ground. He saw Alex and Hermione and many of the other Gryffindor fans yelling at him and pointing toward Malfoy. Harry sped after him. Harry cut him off and saw the snitch fly off. He grinned triumphantly at Malfoy, and flew off in another direction, everyone cheering for him. Angelina was doing a great jog as keeper, and Ron at being a chaser. In the next two hours they scored fifty more points. In the next ten minutes Slytherin had gotten ahead twenty points. Harry was now looking around desperately for the snitch. And then, he saw it. It was hovering near Fred Weasley. Harry made his way over to it, pretending to look for the snitch the whole time. When he was ten feet away from it he began to speed up. Faster, and faster, and faster. He was so close. He knew he had it! He was three feet away! And then- WHAM! He was knocked off his broom, by none other than Malfoy himself. Harry heard the crowd gasp.
"WHAT! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS? THAT SON OF A -"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall said.
"Sorry Professor! But he knocked him off his broom!"
But other than go flying toward the ground, Harry hovered in mid-air, his left hand on his broom. The crowd cheered. He grinned at Malfoy, and climbed back onto his broom.
" HOW DID HE DO THAT?! WELL, HOWEVER HE DID THAT I'M GLAD HE DID!" screamed Lee. Ron got to take the penalty shot.He made it.
The game went on for another hour. No sign of the snitch. Harry was worried he would never see it again when he spotted it- right underneath Malfoy. He edged his way over behind him. When he was three feet away from him, he dove down......and caught the snitch! They won! Harry was pulled into the crowd that had formed on the field. They won! They won the championship! The Gryffindor team kept on jumping into the air and floating. They obviously loved the fairydust. Meanwhile The Slytherins were hounding Malfoy for missing the snitch when it was so close.
" Hey Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Malfoy whirled around.
" Great game!" said Harry. Malfoys face got red with anger as he glared at Harry. Harry just laughed.