All right, this is the quidditch final as the title says. Very important turning point, I think. Anyhoo, this is chapter 27.
Chapter 27
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The meeting was adjourned and everyone got up to talk to one another before they leave. Dumbledore and Moody came down from the high table and approached Harry.
"So, you're the boy that I supposedly tried to kill last year," chuckled Moody, or so Harry thought it was a chuckle. "I see you have met my little, or should I say not-so little, prodigy here, eh?" He continued, as he slapped Harry on the back.
"Prodigy, sir?" asked Harry confused.
"Briana Sullivan, boy. Oy, Annie, come here a minute!" he called. Professor Sullivan, who was conversing with Mrs. Figg, came to them.
"You called, Alastor?"
"I was telling Harry here how we used to fight the dark side together. I remember when I used to work with your mother."
"Now, now, Alastor, I don't think we should go back to the ancient times," chuckled Professor Sullivan, "But let me ask you this, why didn't you come back a teach here?"
"Well, these here walls give me the frights nowadays, if you know what I mean. No, I rather give you the opportunity to teach these kids while I sit in my house enjoying what's left of these limbs."
They continued to talk for a while. After that, Professor Sullivan made sure that Harry, Ron, and Hermione get to their common room safe and sound. As soon as they got there, they talked all night of what they just witness. Harry, who still had his necklace, looked at it and marveled at its power. Though he did not know how to work it, he was very curious as to what it can do.
Few weeks have past by and the only things that Harry was focusing on were his quidditch finals and the O.W.L.s. Which Harry was dreading more, he did not know. During those few weeks, Harry had not received any news about the old crowd's new task. He thought that they wanted to leave him out of it.
The quidditch final was to be held on Saturday. On the last practice prior to the game, Angelina held them back for a speech.
"All right, listen up. This is the last game I will ever play here, we will ever play here," she added to Fred, George, Katie, and Alicia. "You three will have to carry the tradition of Gryffindor victories. Now, while we're still here, I know that we want that cup again. So let's defend the cup and the Gryffindor House glory!"
"Here, here, Angelina!" exclaimed Alicia.
"Yeah, almost sounded like Oliver there," teased George. With a newfound confidence, the team went back to the common room to get an early sleep.
The team woke up extra early the next day. They huddled together at breakfast and refused to talk to anyone. On the other side of the Great Hall, tensions were rising with the Slytherins. When it was time to go, Angelina stood up and the rest of the team followed her, quietly. The hall exploded with applause as they left and some even wished them good luck, but the Slytherins jeered and booed them.
The Locker room was quiet as they got dress. They sat down, as Angelina got ready to do her pre-game speech.
"Well, I don't really have anything else to say but one thing, do your best out there and don't let those Slytherins beat us!"
They came outside and crowds,
who came to watch, cheered as they saw the Gryffindors team come out to the
field. However, the other side of
the field, where the Slytherins were, booed and jeered. Madam Hooch summoned the two new captains.
"Now, no
violence. I want a fair game. Shake
hands, you two," she said. "And
Montague, I'm watching you," she added, glaring at the Slytherin captain. Montague smiled evilly at Angelina and shook
her hand.
"Mount your brooms. At my whistle…and go!"
They
all flew up. Harry was
looking around for the snitch, and, at the same time, listening to Lee Jordan
commentating.
"…And they're off! With Katie Bell with the quaffle passing it to Alicia-ooh! Dodges an early bludger there! Alicia passes it to Katie Bell, but-oh-intercepted by the Slytherin chaser, Bothrow…From Bothrow to Warrington…Warrington up to the hoops-oh-dodges a bludger-too bad-and he's squaring with the Gryffindor keeper, Ron Weasley. Warrington wounds up…Yes! An interception by the keeper, Weasley! But what is this? The Slytherin beater, Darrin, is coming towards Weasley the keeper. Oh! That's a penalty, ref! "
"You don't hit the
keeper if he is not doing anything to you, Darrin! Penalty for Gryffindor!"
yelled Madam Hooch.
"But, Madam Hooch, I thought he was a
bludger," sneered Darrin.
"You say another word, Darrin, and there will be another penalty for Gryffindor," Madam Hooch said.
"And the penalty goes to Gryffindor. Angelina shots the quaffle…Yes! Gryffindor point! Spectacular throw by Angelina Johnson of the Gryffindor…Katie Bell with the quaffle…"
Harry was zooming around trying to look for the snitch. Malfoy was at his tail and has been throughout the game.
"Think you can beat us again, Potter," sneered Malfoy, as he rode his broomstick next to Harry.
"Well, at least, I didn't have to break anybody's legs just to sabotage them," retorted Harry.
"Sabotage? Well, I don't know what you are talking about, Potter. If I were you, I wouldn't go around judging people. You might end up just like-" He didn't finish his sentence because Harry bumped him with his broomstick. Malfoy pelted towards Montague, who was about to throw a quaffle to the goal posts.
"Did you see that, Madam Hooch!? Potter pushed me! That's should be a penalty for us!" shouted Malfoy.
"You deserve what you got you-"
"Jordan, if you finish that sentence, I will be looking for another person to commentate on this game," threatened Professor Mcgonagall.
"But Professor!"
"All right, penalty for Slytherins. No interference, Mr. Potter. I expected better of you!" shouted Madam Hooch. Montague wound up for the throw and it was-
"Good. 50-10 and Gryffindor in the lead with 50. Bothrow with the quaffle…passing it to Warrington…Interception by Alicia Spinnet…she passes it to Katie Bell who dodges a bludger…and yes! Another spectacular point for Gryffindor…Angelina with the quaffle, turns around and does a spin…throws to Katie and back to Angelina…another point for Gryffindor…Man, are the Slytherins being crushed or what?"
The crowd was very wild with cheers and jeers. Harry saw the snitch. The snitch was shining through the grass twenty feet away from the Slytherin goalposts. Harry pretended to turn around to the other side of the field so that Malfoy didn't notice he saw the snitch. He headed hurriedly to the golden snitch. Harry pushed harder. He didn't notice that something hard was zooming towards him until-
"Harry, watch out!" cried George, coming towards him with his club out. Harry looked around. The black bludger was coming towards him. George flew to it and hit it with all his might. "Ugh, that was a close call, eh?"
"Yeah," said Harry. He looked back and saw the snitch had vanished. He looked around for a while again and listened to Lee Jordan commentate.
"…70-20 with Gryffindor on the lead. I tell you, if we don't get that snitch any time soon, we will be here for the rest of the night…Anyhoo, back to the game. Fred Weasley hits a bludger towards Warrington, and he dodges it…Whoa, look at that! Alicia steals the quaffle and go, go, go, Alicia! Yes! Another point for Gryffindor! 80-20, Gryffindor!"
Harry was now looking for the snitch again. He turned around and saw Malfoy's eyes glittering with excitement. Harry followed at what he was looking at. Then he saw it. No time to hesitate, he thought. He zoomed across the pitch to get the snitch (a/n: wow that rhymes!). He was leveled with Malfoy.
"Get lost, Potter!" he said, he bumped Harry away. Harry flew back and managed to retain his balance. He gathered speed and-
"Potter and Malfoy head to head…oh, the horror! The humanity! Who has the snitch?" Harry sat up on his broomstick with one hand clutching the golden snitch. "Potter gots the snitch! Gryffindor wins the Cup! Again!" The roars of the crowd were unimaginable. It was as if someone has turned up the volume into full strength. The whole Gryffindor team was huddled in midair all crying and speechless. The girls kissed Harry on the cheek.
"We did it! We won the cup again! Two years!" exclaimed Fred.
"Hurrah for Gryffindor glory!" shouted George.
"Here, here!" the girls said together. They finally came to the ground. When they did, the crowd swallowed them up. However, they manage to get to the stands too Dumbledore for the awarding of the cup. While Harry was walking there, he felt a tug on his quidditch robes. He turned around and saw Professor Sullivan.
"I want you to come with me," she said, seriously. Wondering why, Harry followed her to an empty clearing away from the field.
"What's going on, Professor?" he asked. But she ignored him. She stood on the middle of the clearing.
"Gates of the Keys, unlock thy powers, send us to thy destination!" she chanted. She threw something in front of her. Harry recognized it. It was the two of the necklaces the Professor was talking about. But why would she have them? The necklaces quickly created a portal.
"Go on, go," she shoved Harry into the portal. The other side was a dark location. It was unknown to Harry.
All right, that's it for chapter 27. The rating will go up tomorrow because of
dark themes, no sexual. It will only go
up to PG, so don't worry. I don't own
anything. Please leave a review!
