Chapter XX: Attack of the Dark Lord
It was the day of the Quidditch Final. The entire school seemed to be packed into
the stands. James and the team had
spent the entire of the previous day preparing. The match would see Gryffindor's youngest team captain into the
record books again (James was only in his fifth year at Hogwarts). The game would be fuelled by fury, what with
the Snape incident of one week ago.
Professor Malfoy, the Head of Slytherin House who had only graduated last year,
was looking at Professor McGonagall, who seemed certain that they could
win.
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'Welcome to what is certainly the final match of this Quidditch Season! The match-up is Gryffindor versus Slytherin!' Joe Jordan boomed over the stadium. 'Here come the Gryffindors: Black, Pettigrew, Evans, Fudge, Longbottom, Finnigan and the youngest ever Hogwarts Team Captain: James Potter!' The crowd burst into noise, mostly cheering, but as usual, the Slytherin's end was booing and hissing. 'And now, here come the Slytherins. Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Bullstrode, Flint, Marvolo and Snape!' The noise was instantly reversed.
'I call on, once again, to start the match: Professor Dumbledore!' Dumbledore staggered toward the pitch, and raised his arms:
'I want to see a good, clean, fair match today!' he exclaimed, 'Mount your brooms,' and he blew his whistle.
'And as usual, Finnigan gets the quaffle to start off with… He passes to Evans who is racing down the pitch, She gets ready to shoot, She… Passes it back to Finnigan! Slytherin Keeper, Daisy Parkinson did not see that one coming! Finnigan Scores! First score on the board goes to Gryffindor!'
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'Nicholas, you must believe me. Tom Riddle is after you.'
'You still have no proof.'
'Okay then. Come on a walk with myself and two friends tonight.'
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After two hours of Dirty play, mostly thanks to the Slytherin team, the score was seventy-sixty in favour of the Gryffindor team. James had not once seen the Snitch, and it looked like Flint, the Slytherin Seeker had not seen it either.
In fact, it wasn't until the third hour that the Snitch was seen. 'James Potter is having the most inactive match I've ever seen him in. Hold on, James Potter's Diving, Flint's going straight after him… A bludger is heading Snape's way, this could be interesting!' James had definitely seen the Snitch, but he couldn't help but ignore what was going on behind him… 'Snape prepares to hit the bludger, IT'S GOING STRAIGHT FOR POTTER!' It was his last chance. He manuvered himself to the end of the broom, he reached out his arm, and 'the bludger hits Potter. He's hurtling toward the ground, he's not making any attempt to recover!' James hit the ground with a thud. He could remember McGonagall yelling 'Detention' at Snape. James hadn't realised that his hand was clenched around something. He used all his strength to sit up, and he threw the Snitch out of his hand. The Gryffindor supporters cheered.
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'It is with great pleasure that I announce the winner of the Quidditch Cup as Gryffindor! And here to accept it is Captain and Vice Captain, James Potter and Sirius Black!' The two of them lifted the cup, and walked off the stage. 'Harry, not so fast.' Dumbledore whispered, 'Meet me in the entrance hall at eight. Bring Marie too.'
James and Sirius went off toward the castle, knowing that they wouldn't be left alone for quite some time. James decided that it was a good time to use the cloak, and they both disappeared underneath it. When they arrived at the common room, they put the cup on top of the cabinet, and ran straight off to the dorm.
At eight o'clock James Sirius and Marie met Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel at the entrance hall, and they went for the walk. It was silent for quite some time, at least until Nicholas became impatient. 'Why do you want us to do this? It is quite a waste of time.' Dumbledore's reply was quite simple.
'You'll see soon enough.'
He was right. Half an hour later, a popping noise happened, and a man with a pale face, red eyes and a slit for a nose. And he spoke with a high-pitched voice.
'Hello Albus. Remember me?'
'No, not really, no.' Then, the hideous man pointed his wand at Marie
'Avada Kedavra!' He muttered, and with a flash of green light, Marie slumped to the floor. 'Beware the wrath of Lord Voldemort!' And he disappeared.
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A/N: And so ends the 'James' trilogy. Did you enjoy it? Regular Chapters will begin again soon, so stay tuned.
Who is the Death Eater? How will Snape React? What was the point of these chapters? The answer to the last two will never be revealed, unless I write a James Potter story.