Disclaimer: all characters (except Karina) places, games, and unusual foods belong to Harry Potter's adopted Mother, J.K. Rowling. This twisted and whimsical plot belongs to me however.
This probably has a PG or G rating right now, but as the story progresses, I promise you cussing and lots of sexual references (just kidding). Anyway...here is the first chapter:
Chapter 1: Good Times are Interrupted
Harry's Quidditch robe fluttered behind him as he zoomed around the vast field, searching for the Golden Snitch. He tried to gain sight of Malfoy, and soon enough, he was having a light conversation with one of the Beaters. Harry chuckled to himself as a Bludger smacked one of Slytherin's Chasers in the jaw. But Harry couldn't slack off like Malfoy, he had to get sight of the Snitch.
It was a beautiful day for Quidditch…or at least Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain thought so. Bright, a light wind, and an overall cheerfulness about the crowd. Ron Weasley, a tall and lanky red-haired boy and Hermione Granger, a girl with big front teeth (they were recently shrinked to normal size) and long, brown hair (it used to be bushy, but she told Harry she straightens it every day.) They were his two best friends and they were screaming wildley.
Lee Jordan, a 7th year Gryffindor, was doing the commentary. He pushed one of his many dreadlocks behind his ear and continued, "And no one has seemed to find the Golden Snitch! Not even a glimmer, but wait a minute…Katie Bell, one of Gryffindor's FINE chasers, ZOOMS AHEAD IN FRONT OF THE SLYTHERIN CHASER AND INTERCEPTS THE QUAFFLE! SHE'S HEADING BACK TO THE GOAL, AND…ARGH! IT IS INTERCEPTED! SLYTHERIN IS ZOOMING FAST BACK TO THE GOAL, AND WHAT'S THIS? A BLUDGER HAS PRACTICALLY KNOCKED HIS OFF HIS BROOM STICK! YES! NOW ALL WE NEED IS FOR SOMEONE TO GET THAT QUAFFLE TO BEAT THOSE-"
"AHEM!" Professor McGongall interrupted.
"Er, sorry professor. BUT ANGELINA JOHNSON HAS INTERCEPTED THE QUAFFLE! She's coming in fast…that Slytherin Keeper better learn how to save-" "Mr. Jordan!" "ANGELINA HAS SCORED! GRYFFINDOR LEADS, 60-0."
Harry was still zooming around, when a Bludger came hurling toward him, just then, George Weasley, Ron's older brother, came in front of him and hit it directly towards Malfoy. Harry cried, "Nice shot!" And George chuckled to himself, thinking of how much Malfoy would like his Ton-Tounge Toffees.
Just then, Harry saw a golden flash of light flinging it's way above the Quaffle. He zoomed as fast as his Firebolt would let him (pretty fast) towards the Snitch, but then Alicia Spinnet took hold of the Quaffle and it disappeared.
Malfoy had woken up from his daze, and decided to follow Harry. He noticed this, and purposely flew a different direction to throw him off, and it did. A Bludger hit Malfoy square it the back of the head. He was looking at him, and he didn't realize that the Snitch was right below Harry's on left leg. He moved about 5 feet to the right, and realized where it was, and then dove for the Snitch.
"ALICIA SPINNET HAS SCORED!" An immese eruption of cheers and hoots burst from the crowd. Ron and Hermione were already screaming, hooting, laughing, cheering, and calling, but were louder when Lee Jordan announced that. Not because of what he said, but Harry was closeby, and they saw the Snitch themselves.
Harry balanced himself on his broom, and dived deep forward for the Snitch. He grasped it, and became parallel with his broom. The Gryffindors screamed, and Malfoy sighed angrily, and massaged the back of his blond head.
Alicia steered her broomstick next to Harry's and said, "Great game Harry! And we won by 210 points! We're guaranteed the cup for sure! Awesome game!" She was showing off her huge grin. Then she touseled his head, Harry blushed.
He jumped off his broomstick, and received "congratulations" from Fred and George. They went back to the Gryffindor common room to celebrate.
After meeting up with Hermione and Ron, they had 4 or 5 glasses of butterbeer, played Exploding Snap, and partied until Professor McGongal told them that bed time was coming soon. The Gryffindor's went up to their dormitories, full of food and a happy feeling in their stomachs. He got several pats on the back from several boys, including, Ron, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. This was definetly a good day…even Potions didn't seem that bad. He thought as he closed his green eyes with a smile on his face. He then, without opening his eyes, placed his glasses off his face, and on the dresser next to his bed.
During that night, he began to change positions constantly, because he couldn't go to sleep. His scar started to itch, and his hands became cold. When the itching went away, he fell asleep and began to dream…
Harry was walking down a cobblestone path, lined with green, fresh trees with at least 5 or 6 birds in each tree singing a cheerful tune. Harry didn't know where he was going, and he didn't really care. He had a broad grin on his face, then it was disappread completely when the path extended into a fork.
There were two choices. He could pick a path to go on…the left or right. Just then, two beautiful women emerged from the paths. Harry couldn't make out their faces, but one had black hair, and the other had brown. Both were beckoning for he to follow them. He finally chose the path on the right. She leaned in to kiss him…
Harry's scar had a sudden surge of massive pain that he sat straight up and let out a shriek of pain. Everyone sat up, startled, and Ron tiredly walked up to him. "Whatsidehelajo?" he mumbled. Ron was still half asleep
"Whatever…Ron…I gotta go to Dumbledore…my scar is acting up again…" Harry breathed, he could barely talk over the pain.
Across the hall, in the third year Gryffindor girls' room, Karina Rodriguez
woke up from a horrible dream, screaming.