Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Chapter 9 Quidditch and Defense Teachers

A.N. Thanks for the reviews!!!!!!

J Malena J

When October came around the corner, Harry, Evan Tellerson, Allison Dehoscas, David Korbin, Jennifer Peterson, and Audrey Barwin, held their first Quidditch practice. It didn't go to well, as their old Captain, Sean, had graduated the following year.

"We really need to get a new player," said Audrey, "And a new captain."

"Should we hold another tryout, like last year?" David asked Harry.

"No, last year's was too hectic, we can just go over last years notes and see if there are any good keepers. "

"But I don't think we were looking for keepers that year. You didn't have try-outs for them anyway."

"Maybe we will have a try-out then."

"Now, for our second piece of business," Jennifer said slyly. "Who should be the Quidditch Captain?"

"Well," Evan said. "It should definitely be someone who's been here a long time."

"Someone's who's had a lot of experience."

"Who's been through wet and dry."

"Someone with one of the best brooms in the world."

"Yeah," Harry said, "But who could we find who's like that?" Audrey, Allison, David, Jennifer, and Evan turned toward Harry, grinning.

"You don't mean-"

"We think you're the best choice for the job." Allison said. "Especially after our last game."

"You've got the job, Harry!" David exclaimed. "Now, who should be the new keeper?"

"I'll see if anyone wants the space tomorrow, we'll have a private try-out next Saturday."

After Harry left the locker rooms, he ran up to Hogwarts to tell Ron and Hermione the good news.

"Hey," Harry said, plopping down on an armchair beside Hermione. "Guess what."

"Harry, I don't have time to play guessing games," Hermione snapped. "Go bother Ron."

Harry frowned at her, but got up anyway and went to find Ron.

"Ron, you'll never guess what just happened," Harry said, when he finally found Ron in their dorm room.

"What?" Ron said, looking up from his homework.

"I was just appointed as Quidditch Captain," Harry said.

"Congrats," Ron said, looking back down at his homework. "I knew it was bound to happen some day." Harry could tell that he wasn't riveted by the news. Harry frowned slightly. He knew what was wrong with Ron. He was jealous. It had happened before. Three years ago Ron was mad at Harry for a month after he had been proclaimed one of the Champions of Hogwarts.

"D'you know what's wrong with Hermione?" Harry asked, changing the subject. "She seemed a little irritated."

"Yeah, I know. It turns out that being Head Girl isn't as peachy as Hermione had hoped. First of all, Ernie Macmillan keeps following her around. Second of all, last night Hermione was called for at three in the morning. Special meeting between Dumbledore, the rest of the teachers, and the Head Boy and Girl." Ron shook his head. "Now I'm glad that I didn't become Head Boy, not that I had much of a chance anyway."

Ron started looking gloomy again.

"We have an opening for a keeper on the Quidditch Team," Harry said. "We were thinking of having a private try-out, if you want to try out for the team you can."

"I don't play keeper," Ron said, "Ginny played keeper."

"Oh," Harry said, "Well, maybe I'll go ask her."

Harry tried to remember if he had ever seen Ginny fly before. He didn't know if she was good or not. He decided to ask her.

"Ginny," Harry called, when he had walked back down to the Common room. Ginny looked up, blushed, then walked slowly over to Harry.
"Ginny, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is in dire need of a keeper. Ron told me you played, so I was wondering if you wanted to try out for the part." Ginny got even redder.

"Ron said that." Ginny said. "Well, I-I suppose that I could-"

"Great," Harry said grinning. "I'm sure you'll do great."

"T-thanks," Ginny stuttered. "When is the um… try-outs?"

"We're thinking about Saturday," Harry said thoughtfully. "I'll tell you when we have it all figured out."

"O.K."

Harry and Ginny stared at each other for a second before Ginny said, "Great, so I'll see you-"

"Yeah." Harry turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hi Harry!" said Colin Creevy, bounding over to Harry. "Guess what Harry! Guess!"
"What is it Colin?" Harry said exasperatedly.

"I was made Prefect!" Colin exclaimed.

"Colin, isn't this your second year as Prefect?" Harry asked.

"Yes! I'm so excited!" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Hey! Colin!" Exclaimed a sixth year boy. "Colin! C'mere!" Colin grinned at Harry one more time before bounding over to one of his friends. Harry went back upstairs and pulled a piece of parchment from his trunk. At the top he wrote To James, Remus, and Sirius

Then he wrote:

I was just made Quidditch Captain!…

The next day (much to the girl's dismay) was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Perry had started teaching them a difficult curse called the Gigliamanas Curse. The curse made a person have flash backs on the worst moment of his or her life. Professor Perry asked for a volunteer and almost all of the boys raised their hands. Every boy except Harry and Neville.

"All right, how about you." Said Professor Perry, pointing at Dean. Dean stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear.

"You don't mind that the class will see you experiencing the worst moment in your life." Professor Perry said, smiling slightly. Dean's face paled suddenly, and then he turned red.

Professor Perry just smiled. "Don't worry, I was going to make a Duplicate of you. You won't feel a thing."

Dean smiled again.

Professor Perry raised her wand and said the word, "Duplatica!" A jet of purple light exploded from the end of the wand and hit Dean. After a second, a perfect Duplicate of Dean appeared beside him. Harry knew that this was going to happen, he had learned the curse the previous year. The curse was also the reason James was still alive.

"Now, Dean 2, please stand in the middle of the room." Professor Perry said, taking Dean by the hand and leading him into the center of the room (All of the desks were pushed against one side of the room). "Dean 1, you can sit down again." Dean took his spot on the floor beside Ron. He looked down at the hand that Professor Perry had held and muttered, "I'm never washing this hand again."

After a moment Professor Perry lifted her wand again and said, "Gigliamaous!" All of a sudden Dean's Duplicate's eyes widened and a shocked look came over his face.

"Oh no," the Duplicate whispered. "No, get the ball! NO! Score! Don't PASS! SCORE!"

"Oh, I know what's going on." Dean said. "We lost the final Soccer game of the season." Dean shook his head. "I got injured in the first half of the game, and we had to send this really awful rookie into the game." Dean sighed. "We lost BIG TIME!"

Professor Perry said, "Jeborous!" And the Duplicate's face relaxed. With a wave of her wand, Professor Perry made the Duplicate disappear.

"Any other volunteers?" Professor Perry asked. No one raised their hand, not even the boys.
"All right," Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of class. "Your homework is write a foot long essay about what the worst moment of your life is." All of the class turned to her, shocked.

"Only joking. Write a foot long report on the issues in the next chapter in your book. Class dismissed." Everyone packed up their books and left the classroom.

That night, Harry slept fitfully, lapsing into bad dreams.

"Do you have a new plan, my lord?" Asked a drawling voice timidly. There was silence for a moment, until…

"No Lucius, I don't have a new plan." Said a voice coldly. "Yet." He added.

"What should we do now?" Asked Lucius. The man with the cold voice opened his mouth to reply, but he was interrupted.

"My lord," gasped a man in a dark cloak, dashing into the room. "My lord, there's been a battle."

A man named Voldemort stood up and looked at the man who had just ran into the room.

"What are you talking about?" snarled Voldemort, "What do you mean by battle?"

"We were attacked," panted the man. "About 20 of us Death Eaters were attacked after we were done terrorizing a bunch of Muggles. I believe that a few Death Eaters are dead. Several of us are still fighting."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Where?"

"Near the bridge on Peterson Street. In London." He added. Voldemort nodded.

"Bring me one of the attackers, two if you can manage it." The Death Eater nodded and than Disapparated. A few more minutes he returned with a man with light brown hair, flecked with gray.

"Well, well, well," snarled Voldemort. "This is a surprise, isn't it Remus Lupin?"

Harry jolted into consciousness. He was panting as if he had been running. His scar was burning dully upon his forehead.

He pulled his blankets away and pulled on his clothes hurriedly. Harry gave a quick peek. Harry immediately saw that Dumbledore was pacing his study, with someone else, but Harry didn't look to see who it was. He ran out of the dorm room and down the common room.

Oh my god, Remus is in trouble… Harry kept repeating in his mind. He's in trouble, he's in trouble, Oh my god…

Harry was running down the halls of Hogwarts, running to Dumbledore to tell him what had happened.

After Harry gave the gargoyle the password, he walked up the moving stairs until he reached the great oak doors of Professor Dumbledore's office.

He knocked once. Professor Dumbledore opened the door.

"Who is it, Uncle Albus?" Came Professor Perry's voice.

Uncle? Harry thought.

"Why, Harry." Professor Dumbledore exclaimed. "What are you doing here, it's almost three in the morning?"

"Sir, it's Lupin," Harry panted. "He was kidnapped by Death Eaters."

A.N. Sorry 'bout Remus being kidnapped. But I had to have something happen!

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