(A/N: UH oh, more like Prong's story...)
JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista, Julia, Amaia, some chick named Vanessa and the dream...
Chapter 12: Surprise!
Harry awoke the next morning in gloomy spirits. Sure, he had every confidence needed to beat Slytherin today, yet that wasn't what was worrying him. If anything, it was the fact of his powers not working. If he was the heir of Gryffindor, what was so special about him? Why couldn't he do anything exceptionally well besides fly? Not to mention Sirius and Remus, who had promised to be at Harry's game, were no where to be seen and on top of it all he had a ton of homework to do. He showered and dressed, numbly picking up his Firebolt, and left leaving an empty common room behind him.
It seemed to take longer for him to walk along the halls of the school and when he did enter the Great Hall, he could feel the Slytherins boring into him. They wanted it bad, he could feel it. Yet to his surprise, the Gryffindors seemed rather…glum. He couldn't finger why other than the fact that the Slytherins had a new player and were told he was very good. Yet the major difference was in the Professor's table. Dumbledore and McGonagall were beaming while Snape looked as if he was going to skin the first person alive that approached him. Not only that…
"Sirius! Remus! You came back!" he called to his godfather and friend. They were happier than he had ever seen them; Sirius looked as he did in the picture when his parents got married.
"Of course! Wouldn't miss this game for the world," Sirius said, sneering mercilessly at Snape who was returning the gesture. "Know you are going to win, why miss it?"
Harry grinned sheepishly at them and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Karista, Hermione and Ron looked undoubtedly tired. Their plates were empty and Karista was practically falling asleep in front of him.
"Karista, wake up. You have to eat something," Harry said cautiously, trying to lift her head up from the table. She caught his eye and sat bolt upright, grinning uncontrollably.
"Hi Harry!" she said, her eyes twinkling much like Dumbledore's.
"Why is everyone so…sleepy?" Harry asked, dumping a spoonful of eggs on his plate and digging in.
"Oh, you know, making arrangements for the after party," Ron said through yawns.
"Come to think of it, I think we all need a bit of an awakening," Karista said happily as she began banging a light rhythm onto the table. (A/N: you all know the song 'we will rock you' by queen? Imagine that rhythm.) Ron and Hermione gradually began to pick up the rhythm while Harry, very reluctantly, joined in. Soon, the other Gryffindors had started it, making it loud enough for it to be heard throughout the Great Hall. Karista then cleared her throat and began to chant.
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shouting in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
Sing it
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make
You some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody betta put you back into your place
Sing it
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Karista ended the song with a big cheer, which sounded all down the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up from his seat, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he picked up his Firebolt.
"Gryffindor team, let's go!" he called amidst applause from the rest of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The staff looked as shocked as the Slytherins, yet kept their ground as Remus and Sirius jumped up and began catcalling.
***
"Talk about team spirit," Dean said triumphantly in the locker room. "I don't think I have ever seen or heard of anything like that happening, including with Gryffindors."
Karista blushed furiously, yet kept polishing her new beater's bat, which was already glinting shamelessly in her hand.
"Just an old chant we used to do," she said helplessly as the sound of cheers could be heard from outside. Harry stood up from the bench and looked his team over.
"You know what you all have to do. And we'll do it. Let's kick some Slytherin arse!" Harry yelled amidst the cheers from his teammates. "Let's go!"
The team jumped up and ran to the door. (This was a part of Harry's plan, exit as one) Yet Karista held him back.
"Harry, win this one. If not for you, for me," Karista said quietly, a look of hope in her eyes.
"You know I will, love," Harry cooed, pulling her into a tight hug. "You just take out all the Slytherins you can with that bat."
"I will," Karista laughed, kissing Harry on the cheek. She knew who was going to be out there today, and knew he wouldn't want to miss this for the world.
"They must be stalling," Hermione called to Sirius and Remus as the roar was deafening from all the Gryffindor side. "Er…um…James might want to site in between you two, you know?"
Sure enough, James sat in between Sirius and Remus, grinning happily at being back in the stands.
"Where are they?" James whispered to Sirius, trying to search the stands for the Gryffindor team. Suddenly, the microphone crackled and Lee Jordan's voice boomed over the crowd.
"Lee Jordan here, honorary commentator for the game and ex-Gryffindor. Welcome to one of the most anticipated matches of the season! Gryffindor vs. Slytherin!"
The Gryffindor side's cheer rose beyond comprehension as Lee tried to quiet the crowd.
"Now, the Slytherins!" Lee said, trying hard to yell out the names of the Slytherins but to no avail. The boos and hisses from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws silenced him.
"And now, the Gryffindors!" Lee called and the same drum rhythm began again as Fred and George Weasley sat down next to Hermione.
"Hi guys," Hermione mouthed while desperately trying to contain the rhythm. All at once the door to the Gryffindor changing room opened and seven blurs flew out into the field.
"I give you Harry Potter, seeker and co-captain! Ron Weasley, keeper and co-captain! Karista Flannigan, Beater! Dean Thomas, Beater! Michelle Winters, Seamus Finnigan and Alex Martin, Chasers!"
James watched as Harry and Ron led the team in a fly-by of the field. He could vaguely make out Karista behind them and the rest of the team, grinning nervously. Finally the Gryffindors landed and Madame Hooch released the balls. A few seconds later, she blew her whistle and the teams kicked off again.
Karista immediately searched out the bludger and after slapping Dean with a high-five, pelted it straight at one of the Slytherin chasers, who luckily dodged it. She decided to single out a bludger and use it to her advantage.
"Come to mama," she muttered under her breath as she closed in on it and smacked it as hard as she could at the chaser. To her surprise, she hit him dead on. His arm hung limply at his side as he dropped the quaffle and Michelle picked it up. "GO MICHELLE!"
Michelle glanced at her briefly before following Seamus and Alex up the field. She then resorted to following them up the field as Ron sat bored on his broom. She noticed the black ball before it managed to hit Harry, and just got there before it made contact. She looked helplessly at Harry who breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head as she roared up the field. The wind whipped across her face, and she could barely make out Lee's commentary.
"…and wild Karista Flannigan, almost as good as Fred and George Weasley, belts up the field. She's been taking a beating to the Slytherins…probably deserve it…"
She laughed at his comment when she noticed a stray bludger heading towards the stands. She lay flat on her broom and it sped forward towards the teacher/commentary box.
"Yeeehaaaaaah," She yelled as she met with the bludger and sent it spiraling off towards Malfoy, where it crashed into his leg.
"A time out called by Malfoy of Slytherin. Looks like in he's in pain…selfish bloke," Lee muttered as McGonagall began to tell him off.
Karista flew over to Remus, Sirius, Hermione, Fred and George and grinned cheekily at them.
"How am I doing, Fred, George?" she asked, her voice full of humor.
"Couldn't be better," Fred acknowledged while George broke out laughing.
"We couldn't even hit Malfoy…of course, poor bloke isn't even paying attention."
"Want to see Harry?" Karista asked Sirius, although she knew perfectly well who was sitting between them.
"Yes," Sirius answered cautiously, closing his hand tightly around something.
"Hold up a sec," Karista said back, turning around and making her way back to the center of the pitch. "Harry, Remus and Sirius want to see you a sec."
"Okay," Harry laughed, jumping onto his broom and flying towards the stands amidst cheers from fellow Gryffindors. "What's up?"
James took a good look at his son and nearly screamed. Harry does look like me, he thought, trying desperately not to lunge himself at Harry and hold him. Lily's eyes and he definitely can fly better than I can.
"Oh, just making sure you weren't going to try and spear Malfoy with your broom," Sirius moaned, managing not to laugh.
James noticed the girls below Harry were admiring him. Ladies man, eh Harry? You do take after me.
"Alright. We have to go now because Slytherin is waiting for their arses to be canned," Harry laughed delightedly, nudging Karista's arm and turning around.
"Later," she said sweetly, flying back into the game. James sat motionless and speechless. Harry is just like me, except for the eyes, he thought feeling tears begin to form.
The whistle blew again and the teams were flying dizzily amongst one another. Harry circled the game, watching as Karista nearly killed the Slytherin Beater with a hard crack of her bat.
"You are good," he said to himself before he noticed a tiny glimmer of gold near the ground. He looked closer and realized Malfoy wasn't paying attention to Harry. He slowly pointed his broom downwards and laid himself flat on the broom handle. He could feel the silence come over the game as went straight towards the ground. Malfoy was following, yet it was apparent that he had given up. Harry was almost there when he heard it. A bludger was coming straight for him.
***
Karista saw it coming. A bludger was coming from the beater that she had injured earlier. It was going to connect with Harry, and she couldn't let that happen. She dove into a deep dive like Harry and nearly crashed into him. Yet she was too slow to get out the bat. The bludger collided with her, throwing her off her broom. The cheers from the stands signaled Harry had caught the snitch, yet the bludger had hit her square in the shoulder. She could hear the gasp from the people around her as the wind whipped at her from both sides.
Harry sped up. He knew he could reach her. She was only a foot away from him when he caught hold of her waist and jerked her back onto his broom.
"You okay there?" he asked her. The concern was flowing from him like a river.
"Dandy, and the snitch?" she asked dazedly.
"Safe in my hand," he replied, the laughter returning to him. The Gryffindors ran to meet them, Ron carrying Karista's broom towards her. They were all screaming and laughing.
"Excellent catch, if I do say so myself," Harry whispered in her ear causing her to giggle mercilessly. The dismounted the broom amongst hugs and praise.
***
They had finally managed to worm their way out of the crowd of people and walked over to where Sirius, Remus and Hermione were standing.
"Well Harry…two spectacular catches in one day. I must say, very impressive," Remus laughed, gripping Harry in a hug.
"Excellent," Sirius gasped, pretending to blot his eyes. "Brilliant. Not even your father could pull that off."
Sirius suddenly let out a yelp of pain as James' foot connected with the back of his leg.
"Sirius, you okay?" Harry asked, his face scrunching up in pain.
"Yep. Fine. Never been better," Sirius recovered. "I say, let's get to that party that you all were too busy planning last night."
***
"Potter, Weasley, Granger, Flannigan, Dumbledore's office now," McGonagall said sharply as soon as they got inside the school. Harry look confusingly at his three friends, yet their looks couldn't give anything away. Sirius and Remus (As well as James) followed them into the stone gargoyle and up the stairs where Dumbledore was waiting patiently.
"Ah, Harry. Wonderful game today," Dumbledore said happily as he motioned for Harry to sit. "Yet another matter has come into greater importance right about now."
Harry furrowed his brow. It obviously meant that Voldemort was here, or did it?
"I'm confused sir," Harry managed to squeak out through his thoughts.
"Let me explain then. Harry, you remember hearing that Bertha Jorkins was found by Remus and Sirius? And the old man from the Riddle house? Well…"
"I know that my parents will probably not come back, alright? I don't need anyone else laying that on me," Harry snapped, standing up from his seat and approaching the door.
"Harry, on the contrary. James, if you please," Dumbledore motioned for James to drop the cloak while Harry stood frozen at the door. James? Who's James?
Harry could hear the swish as the invisibility cloak fell to the floor yet he couldn't turn around. When he finally managed too, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Hi Harry," James croaked, tears threatening to pour over. Harry stood, his face blank until he fainted to the floor with a thud.
JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista, Julia, Amaia, some chick named Vanessa and the dream...
Chapter 12: Surprise!
Harry awoke the next morning in gloomy spirits. Sure, he had every confidence needed to beat Slytherin today, yet that wasn't what was worrying him. If anything, it was the fact of his powers not working. If he was the heir of Gryffindor, what was so special about him? Why couldn't he do anything exceptionally well besides fly? Not to mention Sirius and Remus, who had promised to be at Harry's game, were no where to be seen and on top of it all he had a ton of homework to do. He showered and dressed, numbly picking up his Firebolt, and left leaving an empty common room behind him.
It seemed to take longer for him to walk along the halls of the school and when he did enter the Great Hall, he could feel the Slytherins boring into him. They wanted it bad, he could feel it. Yet to his surprise, the Gryffindors seemed rather…glum. He couldn't finger why other than the fact that the Slytherins had a new player and were told he was very good. Yet the major difference was in the Professor's table. Dumbledore and McGonagall were beaming while Snape looked as if he was going to skin the first person alive that approached him. Not only that…
"Sirius! Remus! You came back!" he called to his godfather and friend. They were happier than he had ever seen them; Sirius looked as he did in the picture when his parents got married.
"Of course! Wouldn't miss this game for the world," Sirius said, sneering mercilessly at Snape who was returning the gesture. "Know you are going to win, why miss it?"
Harry grinned sheepishly at them and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Karista, Hermione and Ron looked undoubtedly tired. Their plates were empty and Karista was practically falling asleep in front of him.
"Karista, wake up. You have to eat something," Harry said cautiously, trying to lift her head up from the table. She caught his eye and sat bolt upright, grinning uncontrollably.
"Hi Harry!" she said, her eyes twinkling much like Dumbledore's.
"Why is everyone so…sleepy?" Harry asked, dumping a spoonful of eggs on his plate and digging in.
"Oh, you know, making arrangements for the after party," Ron said through yawns.
"Come to think of it, I think we all need a bit of an awakening," Karista said happily as she began banging a light rhythm onto the table. (A/N: you all know the song 'we will rock you' by queen? Imagine that rhythm.) Ron and Hermione gradually began to pick up the rhythm while Harry, very reluctantly, joined in. Soon, the other Gryffindors had started it, making it loud enough for it to be heard throughout the Great Hall. Karista then cleared her throat and began to chant.
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shouting in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
Sing it
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make
You some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody betta put you back into your place
Sing it
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Karista ended the song with a big cheer, which sounded all down the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up from his seat, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he picked up his Firebolt.
"Gryffindor team, let's go!" he called amidst applause from the rest of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The staff looked as shocked as the Slytherins, yet kept their ground as Remus and Sirius jumped up and began catcalling.
***
"Talk about team spirit," Dean said triumphantly in the locker room. "I don't think I have ever seen or heard of anything like that happening, including with Gryffindors."
Karista blushed furiously, yet kept polishing her new beater's bat, which was already glinting shamelessly in her hand.
"Just an old chant we used to do," she said helplessly as the sound of cheers could be heard from outside. Harry stood up from the bench and looked his team over.
"You know what you all have to do. And we'll do it. Let's kick some Slytherin arse!" Harry yelled amidst the cheers from his teammates. "Let's go!"
The team jumped up and ran to the door. (This was a part of Harry's plan, exit as one) Yet Karista held him back.
"Harry, win this one. If not for you, for me," Karista said quietly, a look of hope in her eyes.
"You know I will, love," Harry cooed, pulling her into a tight hug. "You just take out all the Slytherins you can with that bat."
"I will," Karista laughed, kissing Harry on the cheek. She knew who was going to be out there today, and knew he wouldn't want to miss this for the world.
"They must be stalling," Hermione called to Sirius and Remus as the roar was deafening from all the Gryffindor side. "Er…um…James might want to site in between you two, you know?"
Sure enough, James sat in between Sirius and Remus, grinning happily at being back in the stands.
"Where are they?" James whispered to Sirius, trying to search the stands for the Gryffindor team. Suddenly, the microphone crackled and Lee Jordan's voice boomed over the crowd.
"Lee Jordan here, honorary commentator for the game and ex-Gryffindor. Welcome to one of the most anticipated matches of the season! Gryffindor vs. Slytherin!"
The Gryffindor side's cheer rose beyond comprehension as Lee tried to quiet the crowd.
"Now, the Slytherins!" Lee said, trying hard to yell out the names of the Slytherins but to no avail. The boos and hisses from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws silenced him.
"And now, the Gryffindors!" Lee called and the same drum rhythm began again as Fred and George Weasley sat down next to Hermione.
"Hi guys," Hermione mouthed while desperately trying to contain the rhythm. All at once the door to the Gryffindor changing room opened and seven blurs flew out into the field.
"I give you Harry Potter, seeker and co-captain! Ron Weasley, keeper and co-captain! Karista Flannigan, Beater! Dean Thomas, Beater! Michelle Winters, Seamus Finnigan and Alex Martin, Chasers!"
James watched as Harry and Ron led the team in a fly-by of the field. He could vaguely make out Karista behind them and the rest of the team, grinning nervously. Finally the Gryffindors landed and Madame Hooch released the balls. A few seconds later, she blew her whistle and the teams kicked off again.
Karista immediately searched out the bludger and after slapping Dean with a high-five, pelted it straight at one of the Slytherin chasers, who luckily dodged it. She decided to single out a bludger and use it to her advantage.
"Come to mama," she muttered under her breath as she closed in on it and smacked it as hard as she could at the chaser. To her surprise, she hit him dead on. His arm hung limply at his side as he dropped the quaffle and Michelle picked it up. "GO MICHELLE!"
Michelle glanced at her briefly before following Seamus and Alex up the field. She then resorted to following them up the field as Ron sat bored on his broom. She noticed the black ball before it managed to hit Harry, and just got there before it made contact. She looked helplessly at Harry who breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head as she roared up the field. The wind whipped across her face, and she could barely make out Lee's commentary.
"…and wild Karista Flannigan, almost as good as Fred and George Weasley, belts up the field. She's been taking a beating to the Slytherins…probably deserve it…"
She laughed at his comment when she noticed a stray bludger heading towards the stands. She lay flat on her broom and it sped forward towards the teacher/commentary box.
"Yeeehaaaaaah," She yelled as she met with the bludger and sent it spiraling off towards Malfoy, where it crashed into his leg.
"A time out called by Malfoy of Slytherin. Looks like in he's in pain…selfish bloke," Lee muttered as McGonagall began to tell him off.
Karista flew over to Remus, Sirius, Hermione, Fred and George and grinned cheekily at them.
"How am I doing, Fred, George?" she asked, her voice full of humor.
"Couldn't be better," Fred acknowledged while George broke out laughing.
"We couldn't even hit Malfoy…of course, poor bloke isn't even paying attention."
"Want to see Harry?" Karista asked Sirius, although she knew perfectly well who was sitting between them.
"Yes," Sirius answered cautiously, closing his hand tightly around something.
"Hold up a sec," Karista said back, turning around and making her way back to the center of the pitch. "Harry, Remus and Sirius want to see you a sec."
"Okay," Harry laughed, jumping onto his broom and flying towards the stands amidst cheers from fellow Gryffindors. "What's up?"
James took a good look at his son and nearly screamed. Harry does look like me, he thought, trying desperately not to lunge himself at Harry and hold him. Lily's eyes and he definitely can fly better than I can.
"Oh, just making sure you weren't going to try and spear Malfoy with your broom," Sirius moaned, managing not to laugh.
James noticed the girls below Harry were admiring him. Ladies man, eh Harry? You do take after me.
"Alright. We have to go now because Slytherin is waiting for their arses to be canned," Harry laughed delightedly, nudging Karista's arm and turning around.
"Later," she said sweetly, flying back into the game. James sat motionless and speechless. Harry is just like me, except for the eyes, he thought feeling tears begin to form.
The whistle blew again and the teams were flying dizzily amongst one another. Harry circled the game, watching as Karista nearly killed the Slytherin Beater with a hard crack of her bat.
"You are good," he said to himself before he noticed a tiny glimmer of gold near the ground. He looked closer and realized Malfoy wasn't paying attention to Harry. He slowly pointed his broom downwards and laid himself flat on the broom handle. He could feel the silence come over the game as went straight towards the ground. Malfoy was following, yet it was apparent that he had given up. Harry was almost there when he heard it. A bludger was coming straight for him.
***
Karista saw it coming. A bludger was coming from the beater that she had injured earlier. It was going to connect with Harry, and she couldn't let that happen. She dove into a deep dive like Harry and nearly crashed into him. Yet she was too slow to get out the bat. The bludger collided with her, throwing her off her broom. The cheers from the stands signaled Harry had caught the snitch, yet the bludger had hit her square in the shoulder. She could hear the gasp from the people around her as the wind whipped at her from both sides.
Harry sped up. He knew he could reach her. She was only a foot away from him when he caught hold of her waist and jerked her back onto his broom.
"You okay there?" he asked her. The concern was flowing from him like a river.
"Dandy, and the snitch?" she asked dazedly.
"Safe in my hand," he replied, the laughter returning to him. The Gryffindors ran to meet them, Ron carrying Karista's broom towards her. They were all screaming and laughing.
"Excellent catch, if I do say so myself," Harry whispered in her ear causing her to giggle mercilessly. The dismounted the broom amongst hugs and praise.
***
They had finally managed to worm their way out of the crowd of people and walked over to where Sirius, Remus and Hermione were standing.
"Well Harry…two spectacular catches in one day. I must say, very impressive," Remus laughed, gripping Harry in a hug.
"Excellent," Sirius gasped, pretending to blot his eyes. "Brilliant. Not even your father could pull that off."
Sirius suddenly let out a yelp of pain as James' foot connected with the back of his leg.
"Sirius, you okay?" Harry asked, his face scrunching up in pain.
"Yep. Fine. Never been better," Sirius recovered. "I say, let's get to that party that you all were too busy planning last night."
***
"Potter, Weasley, Granger, Flannigan, Dumbledore's office now," McGonagall said sharply as soon as they got inside the school. Harry look confusingly at his three friends, yet their looks couldn't give anything away. Sirius and Remus (As well as James) followed them into the stone gargoyle and up the stairs where Dumbledore was waiting patiently.
"Ah, Harry. Wonderful game today," Dumbledore said happily as he motioned for Harry to sit. "Yet another matter has come into greater importance right about now."
Harry furrowed his brow. It obviously meant that Voldemort was here, or did it?
"I'm confused sir," Harry managed to squeak out through his thoughts.
"Let me explain then. Harry, you remember hearing that Bertha Jorkins was found by Remus and Sirius? And the old man from the Riddle house? Well…"
"I know that my parents will probably not come back, alright? I don't need anyone else laying that on me," Harry snapped, standing up from his seat and approaching the door.
"Harry, on the contrary. James, if you please," Dumbledore motioned for James to drop the cloak while Harry stood frozen at the door. James? Who's James?
Harry could hear the swish as the invisibility cloak fell to the floor yet he couldn't turn around. When he finally managed too, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Hi Harry," James croaked, tears threatening to pour over. Harry stood, his face blank until he fainted to the floor with a thud.
