Part 2…………….
Once at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione went up to their dormitories and got changed before the Sorting Hat Banquet.
"Seems like yesterday, doesn't it, Ginny?" Asked Harry, with a smile spread on his face.
"Yea…."
Harry knew how hard it was in her first year….with Tom Riddle and all. Since then he had always been there for her. She was like a little sister to him, especially since they live in the same house.
They went down to the Great Hall where the first years had already been sorted. They sat at the Gryffindor house table just as the huge feast appeared on it. Huge roast turkeys and flaming puddings- all of it looked delicious! Dumbledore gave his usual speech and told them to begin eating when ever they liked.
Ron and Harry hadn't eaten anything since that breakfast sandwich earlier, so they grabbed their forks and began eating. Hermione, who was sitting next to Ginny, sighed. They were engaged in conversation.
After the meal, hundreds of owls cluttered the room.
"Wow! Mail already??" Ron yelled over the rush of fluttering wings.
"I guess so…" Harry said as Hedwig dropped a copy of The Daily Prophet in his lap.
Ron got one too.
"Dad and Mum never really send me the newspaper unless it's got something important in it…" Ron told him, unfolding the curled parchment.
Harry turned to the first page and read the headline:
1 CANNONS LOSE SEEKER TO BEATER'S CLUB
Harry nudged to Ron who was laughing at the comics section.
"Hey-look! The Chudley Cannons lost their Seeker!!!" Harry told him, with a concerned look upon his face.
Ron spat out his Butterbeer.
"What?!? He yelled as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his cloak. He grabbed the paper from Harry.
"You know, Ron, you DO have your own…." Said Harry, sighing.
"Oh yea…." Ron smiled. Then it turned to a frown. "I still can't believe this!!!" He said, taking up his own roll of parchment, which was now bleeding with ink from his Butterbeer.
"I wonder if Wood's seen it yet?" Harry asked him, as he stuffed the last of his dessert in his mouth.
They looked towards the head table where Oliver sat. it looked like he had seen it, too. He had a look of dismay plastered upon his face and it appeared that was reading it over and over.
Hermione, who was eavesdropping, tried to change the topic.
"When's the first Quidditch game Harry?" she asked him, politely.
"When is it, Ron? Thursday?" He asked him.
Ron just nodded, his mouth was stuffed full of some kind of jelly-filled dessert pastry.
"Have you guys practiced at all yet?' She asked, they hadn't mentioned anything about it.
Ron shook his head.
"Shot yesht." He said, munching.
"Oh….." she replied in disgust, "I can't believe I could even understand you…"
" Shood we get shoome shish evening…??"Ron asked Harry, trying to get down the pastry.
Ginny laughed. Ron shot her a stare.
"Maybe…." Said Harry, looking thoughtful.
Just then, Dumbledore rose up in his chair almost magically, (maybe it was…) and everyone silenced.
" Our new Quidditch Director has something to share with us, so please, your full attention……… Oliver?"
Oliver Wood stood up to cheers, even from some first-years.
"I would like to make a small announcement. New after-class Quidditch lessons will be instructed by me. Spaces are filled by first-come first- served basis. There will be sign up sheets in your common rooms. Also, for the Gryffindor and Slytherin House Teams, there will be a match on Thursday, Harry and Draco, your Captains, will give you further instructions. Also, the match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is coming up. Thank you."
Wood sat down to more cheers and applause from the students.
After the banquet , as group went on their way to their common room, they were stopped by Draco Malfoy.
"So, Potter, are you ready for our match which is less then a week away? I doubt you'll win. I've heard that the Captain and his Keeper haven't trained at all over the summer." He sneered, as gruesome as always.
Harry clenched his fists.
"I, on the other hand, have been.You might want to whip in shape. Looks like the team -If you want to call it a team- is going to need it….. if you don't want to get slaughtered." He hissed as he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle loyally at his side.
Harry thought about this through his anger. He turned to Ron.
"7:30 tonight…the Pitch."
Once at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione went up to their dormitories and got changed before the Sorting Hat Banquet.
"Seems like yesterday, doesn't it, Ginny?" Asked Harry, with a smile spread on his face.
"Yea…."
Harry knew how hard it was in her first year….with Tom Riddle and all. Since then he had always been there for her. She was like a little sister to him, especially since they live in the same house.
They went down to the Great Hall where the first years had already been sorted. They sat at the Gryffindor house table just as the huge feast appeared on it. Huge roast turkeys and flaming puddings- all of it looked delicious! Dumbledore gave his usual speech and told them to begin eating when ever they liked.
Ron and Harry hadn't eaten anything since that breakfast sandwich earlier, so they grabbed their forks and began eating. Hermione, who was sitting next to Ginny, sighed. They were engaged in conversation.
After the meal, hundreds of owls cluttered the room.
"Wow! Mail already??" Ron yelled over the rush of fluttering wings.
"I guess so…" Harry said as Hedwig dropped a copy of The Daily Prophet in his lap.
Ron got one too.
"Dad and Mum never really send me the newspaper unless it's got something important in it…" Ron told him, unfolding the curled parchment.
Harry turned to the first page and read the headline:
1 CANNONS LOSE SEEKER TO BEATER'S CLUB
Harry nudged to Ron who was laughing at the comics section.
"Hey-look! The Chudley Cannons lost their Seeker!!!" Harry told him, with a concerned look upon his face.
Ron spat out his Butterbeer.
"What?!? He yelled as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his cloak. He grabbed the paper from Harry.
"You know, Ron, you DO have your own…." Said Harry, sighing.
"Oh yea…." Ron smiled. Then it turned to a frown. "I still can't believe this!!!" He said, taking up his own roll of parchment, which was now bleeding with ink from his Butterbeer.
"I wonder if Wood's seen it yet?" Harry asked him, as he stuffed the last of his dessert in his mouth.
They looked towards the head table where Oliver sat. it looked like he had seen it, too. He had a look of dismay plastered upon his face and it appeared that was reading it over and over.
Hermione, who was eavesdropping, tried to change the topic.
"When's the first Quidditch game Harry?" she asked him, politely.
"When is it, Ron? Thursday?" He asked him.
Ron just nodded, his mouth was stuffed full of some kind of jelly-filled dessert pastry.
"Have you guys practiced at all yet?' She asked, they hadn't mentioned anything about it.
Ron shook his head.
"Shot yesht." He said, munching.
"Oh….." she replied in disgust, "I can't believe I could even understand you…"
" Shood we get shoome shish evening…??"Ron asked Harry, trying to get down the pastry.
Ginny laughed. Ron shot her a stare.
"Maybe…." Said Harry, looking thoughtful.
Just then, Dumbledore rose up in his chair almost magically, (maybe it was…) and everyone silenced.
" Our new Quidditch Director has something to share with us, so please, your full attention……… Oliver?"
Oliver Wood stood up to cheers, even from some first-years.
"I would like to make a small announcement. New after-class Quidditch lessons will be instructed by me. Spaces are filled by first-come first- served basis. There will be sign up sheets in your common rooms. Also, for the Gryffindor and Slytherin House Teams, there will be a match on Thursday, Harry and Draco, your Captains, will give you further instructions. Also, the match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is coming up. Thank you."
Wood sat down to more cheers and applause from the students.
After the banquet , as group went on their way to their common room, they were stopped by Draco Malfoy.
"So, Potter, are you ready for our match which is less then a week away? I doubt you'll win. I've heard that the Captain and his Keeper haven't trained at all over the summer." He sneered, as gruesome as always.
Harry clenched his fists.
"I, on the other hand, have been.You might want to whip in shape. Looks like the team -If you want to call it a team- is going to need it….. if you don't want to get slaughtered." He hissed as he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle loyally at his side.
Harry thought about this through his anger. He turned to Ron.
"7:30 tonight…the Pitch."
