Disclaimer: I HATE YOU ALL!!! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF OWNING HARRY POTTER!!! I AM STUNNED!!! DIE!!!
Monkeys. Big monkeys. Behind you. Run.
Harry yawned and jolted up from bed. He dragged himself to the shower and then to the breakfast table where Ron was already downing the last of the pumpkin juice.
"We need more juice he announced happily."
"How lovely." Harry said sarcastically.
Ron smiled, oblivious to Harry's sarcasm. "Well it's time to go to work." Ron said jumping from his seat.
Harry grabbed his robe and begrudgingly followed Ron out the door.
The weather had been perfect for the last couple of practices and today was no different. Ron happily swung his broomstick as he waited for the rest of the team to congregate.
"Captain…are we going to start talking about tactics?" Renee asked excitedly.
"Well erm…I was thinking we'd start that tomorrow."
"I think we should start them now." Big brawny beater Edward said.
The rest of the team piped up and agreed. "Well…uhhh who are we facing first?"
"The Sweetwater All-Stars, from America."
"Well their specialty is unbeatable chasers right?"
"Yes."
"Okay then we want maximum defense around the goal post."
The rest of the team nodded in agreement. "Okay then I want Oliver and Edward next to the goal and I want Renee, Brittany and Harry to try and break our defenses."
The rest of the team except Harry nodded.
"Ron." Harry said weakly.
"Yes Harry?"
"I don't feel well I'm going to go home."
"Aw Harry what's wrong?"
"I didn't sleep well last night is all…I'm gonna go."
"Alright Harry…feel better."
Harry nodded and collected his things. Ron meanwhile, gathered the rest of the team and started his scrimmage.
The last thing Harry saw before he left was Ron falling to the ground as Edward had accidentally hit him with his club.
Harry collapsed on his bed the second he got home. Dreams came immediately…and they were awfully familiar.
There was darkness. Then a flash of green light and pain…so much pain. And then…Voldemort…in full plain color. Smiling. "Harry Potter." He whispered his voice so cold it gave Harry the shivers.
"I'm not dead yet."
Harry woke up with a jolt.
"Oh no."
At Hogwarts*
"THAT IS IT!!! I QUIT!!!" Madam Hooch screamed at a couple of unsuspecting first years.
Hermione had this time free and was suppose to be grading troll quizzes but had been lured outside by all of the excitement.
"Madam Hooch?" Hermione asked.
"I don't care. I just don't. Kids aren't how they use to be. I'm resigning NOW!!!"
Hermione watched in shock as Madam Hooch stormed off of the field.
"Children go back to your dormitories!" Hermione ordered.
The children followed Hermione's orders and went inside.
"I wonder who the new flying instructor will be…" Hermione said to herself.
Oh well…no use in splitting hairs over it she thought and went back to her papers.
A few weeks later…
Hermione sat down at the Head Table a little later than usual. She started on her meal slowly…she wasn't very hungry. "Hermione." Professor McGonnagal hissed.
"Yes Minerva?"
"You missed the announcement so I better tell you…we have a new flying instructor."
"Really who?"
Minerva pointed to the end of the table.
Sitting there munching on cereal was none other than Viktor Krum.
Awwwwwwww. Reunion!!! :-D.
Monkeys. Big monkeys. Behind you. Run.
Harry yawned and jolted up from bed. He dragged himself to the shower and then to the breakfast table where Ron was already downing the last of the pumpkin juice.
"We need more juice he announced happily."
"How lovely." Harry said sarcastically.
Ron smiled, oblivious to Harry's sarcasm. "Well it's time to go to work." Ron said jumping from his seat.
Harry grabbed his robe and begrudgingly followed Ron out the door.
The weather had been perfect for the last couple of practices and today was no different. Ron happily swung his broomstick as he waited for the rest of the team to congregate.
"Captain…are we going to start talking about tactics?" Renee asked excitedly.
"Well erm…I was thinking we'd start that tomorrow."
"I think we should start them now." Big brawny beater Edward said.
The rest of the team piped up and agreed. "Well…uhhh who are we facing first?"
"The Sweetwater All-Stars, from America."
"Well their specialty is unbeatable chasers right?"
"Yes."
"Okay then we want maximum defense around the goal post."
The rest of the team nodded in agreement. "Okay then I want Oliver and Edward next to the goal and I want Renee, Brittany and Harry to try and break our defenses."
The rest of the team except Harry nodded.
"Ron." Harry said weakly.
"Yes Harry?"
"I don't feel well I'm going to go home."
"Aw Harry what's wrong?"
"I didn't sleep well last night is all…I'm gonna go."
"Alright Harry…feel better."
Harry nodded and collected his things. Ron meanwhile, gathered the rest of the team and started his scrimmage.
The last thing Harry saw before he left was Ron falling to the ground as Edward had accidentally hit him with his club.
Harry collapsed on his bed the second he got home. Dreams came immediately…and they were awfully familiar.
There was darkness. Then a flash of green light and pain…so much pain. And then…Voldemort…in full plain color. Smiling. "Harry Potter." He whispered his voice so cold it gave Harry the shivers.
"I'm not dead yet."
Harry woke up with a jolt.
"Oh no."
At Hogwarts*
"THAT IS IT!!! I QUIT!!!" Madam Hooch screamed at a couple of unsuspecting first years.
Hermione had this time free and was suppose to be grading troll quizzes but had been lured outside by all of the excitement.
"Madam Hooch?" Hermione asked.
"I don't care. I just don't. Kids aren't how they use to be. I'm resigning NOW!!!"
Hermione watched in shock as Madam Hooch stormed off of the field.
"Children go back to your dormitories!" Hermione ordered.
The children followed Hermione's orders and went inside.
"I wonder who the new flying instructor will be…" Hermione said to herself.
Oh well…no use in splitting hairs over it she thought and went back to her papers.
A few weeks later…
Hermione sat down at the Head Table a little later than usual. She started on her meal slowly…she wasn't very hungry. "Hermione." Professor McGonnagal hissed.
"Yes Minerva?"
"You missed the announcement so I better tell you…we have a new flying instructor."
"Really who?"
Minerva pointed to the end of the table.
Sitting there munching on cereal was none other than Viktor Krum.
Awwwwwwww. Reunion!!! :-D.