1 Chapter 5: The Quidditch Tournament
Harry left Hermione and Ron at the stadium to fix up his broom while he hurried up to his dorm to get his Quidditch gear. After gathering his robes, protective pads, mouth guard, which he had only recently started using after taking a bludger to the face, and wand(...just in case), he hurried down to the dressing rooms.
'Where have you been? I thought we were going to have to forfeit, and against Hufflepuff...that would be pathetic!' The cold gazing eyes of Alicia Spinnet, and coincidentally, the rest of the team, were upon him.
'Uh...' Harry stammered 'I was running a bit late.'
'Well no time for that' Said George Weasley, Ron's older brother.
'We're supposed to be on the pitch in five minutes, hurry up and get dressed.' Chortled Fred, George's twin.
'Uh Harry...where is your broom?' Came the voice of Alicia, the team's captain. In a panic, Harry dropped his gear and ran out of the dressing room without a word. Ron and Hermione were still trying to clean up his broom. He hurried out of the dressing room and up to the stands...where Hermione and Ron were waiting.
'Oh thank god...we'd thought you were never going to come. And then I mean...what would you do without your broom?!' Hermione was also in a panic, even though it was Harry who should have been nervous.
'Thanks Hermione, you're a life saver. Is it okay?' Harry took a sideways glance at his firebolt sitting in Hermione's hands.
'Well...umm...I think Malfoy did some damage to it. When it was trying to buck you off, the shaking screwed up the steering. So don't try any dangerous moves...cause it might not work too well.' Hermione seemed displeased with herself because she hadn't fixed his broom like she'd promised him. "I'm really sorry.'
'Don't worry Hermione, its not you who will be sorry...Malfoy is going down. Hermione saw a red flash of rage go through Harry's eyes.
'Umm...Harry...' Ron spoke quietly. 'You don't play Slytherin until the last match.' Ron always chimed in with the negative side to everything.
'That's ok, then I'll just have to capture the snitch fast. The faster we win, the faster I get to Malfoy.' The red haze was still in Harry's eyes.
'Oh, Harry, just be careful. Remember what I said, the broom's steering is off. So don't try any crazy, foolish moves all right?' Hermione grabbed Harry and gave him a quick hug. 'Good luck.'
'Thanks, bye.' Harry managed to struggle away from Hermione and head back towards the changerooms. Ron and Hermione began to head to their seats. Ron was originally saving them with a jacket, but when Harry hadn't turned up, she cast a spell on their two front row seats so that anyone who sat down would remember something they had to do, and leave. When they got there, Hermione removed the spell and took her seat.
'I just hope Harry doesn't try to do anything like the Wronski Feint.' Ron sat down beside Hermione.
'The Whating What?' Hermione appeared baffled. She was not exactly a specialist when it came to Quidditch.
'You know, for a prefect, you don't know everything. Mind you, Percy still knows nothing! Well, its what Viktor Krum did at the World Cup...remember?' Ron glanced at Hermione who was clearly having a flashback to the wonderful summer she had spent with Viktor in Russia.
'Oh, I remember! It's when they go really fast head first towards the ground, and pull out at the last...Oh my! I hope Harry doesn't try that! He'll kill himself!' Hermione's smile quickly faded into a look of pure apprehension.
'Look, he'll be fine, he always is, just have that pillow ground spell ready all right!' Ron gave her a half smile.
'Ya, you're probably right...he'll be fine.' She relaxed back into her seat. The game was about to start.
In the locker room, Harry had just finished telling everyone what had happened to his broom. The Weasly's twins promised to hit a bludger at Malfoy until they knocked him off his little Nimbus 2000 and 1. But they didn't have much longer to plan other attacks against the Slytherin Team because Madam Hooch's whistle sounded for them to enter the stadium. They all jumped up and headed out of the locker room.
'This is going to be my fastest catch ever. the faster we win, the faster I get to Malfoy! Guys, give me a bit of room, I need to be able to scan the field.' Harry hopped onto his broom and soared out into the pitch.
'Ok team, you heard him, lets go.' Alicia and the rest of the team followed Harry into the stadium. The changing room only remained empty for 5 minutes. On the whistle, harry soared into the air right after the snitch. He chased it for a while, lost it in the sun for a minute or two, and then caught it before the Hufflepuff seeker had even circled the pitch. It was the fastest snitch capture in Hogwart's history. Harry did much the same thing during the match against Ravenclaw, only this time, not one point had been scored in the game. In two matches, Harry had set the two fastest records in Hogwart's history for the capture of the snitch. But despite everyone's cheers, the only thin Harry could focus on was the final match against Slytherin the following morning. he barley particiapated in the parties that were happening in the Gryffindor common room. He had to focus on the most important match of the year. He was going to unbroom Malfoy if it cost him his arm.
Harry left Hermione and Ron at the stadium to fix up his broom while he hurried up to his dorm to get his Quidditch gear. After gathering his robes, protective pads, mouth guard, which he had only recently started using after taking a bludger to the face, and wand(...just in case), he hurried down to the dressing rooms.
'Where have you been? I thought we were going to have to forfeit, and against Hufflepuff...that would be pathetic!' The cold gazing eyes of Alicia Spinnet, and coincidentally, the rest of the team, were upon him.
'Uh...' Harry stammered 'I was running a bit late.'
'Well no time for that' Said George Weasley, Ron's older brother.
'We're supposed to be on the pitch in five minutes, hurry up and get dressed.' Chortled Fred, George's twin.
'Uh Harry...where is your broom?' Came the voice of Alicia, the team's captain. In a panic, Harry dropped his gear and ran out of the dressing room without a word. Ron and Hermione were still trying to clean up his broom. He hurried out of the dressing room and up to the stands...where Hermione and Ron were waiting.
'Oh thank god...we'd thought you were never going to come. And then I mean...what would you do without your broom?!' Hermione was also in a panic, even though it was Harry who should have been nervous.
'Thanks Hermione, you're a life saver. Is it okay?' Harry took a sideways glance at his firebolt sitting in Hermione's hands.
'Well...umm...I think Malfoy did some damage to it. When it was trying to buck you off, the shaking screwed up the steering. So don't try any dangerous moves...cause it might not work too well.' Hermione seemed displeased with herself because she hadn't fixed his broom like she'd promised him. "I'm really sorry.'
'Don't worry Hermione, its not you who will be sorry...Malfoy is going down. Hermione saw a red flash of rage go through Harry's eyes.
'Umm...Harry...' Ron spoke quietly. 'You don't play Slytherin until the last match.' Ron always chimed in with the negative side to everything.
'That's ok, then I'll just have to capture the snitch fast. The faster we win, the faster I get to Malfoy.' The red haze was still in Harry's eyes.
'Oh, Harry, just be careful. Remember what I said, the broom's steering is off. So don't try any crazy, foolish moves all right?' Hermione grabbed Harry and gave him a quick hug. 'Good luck.'
'Thanks, bye.' Harry managed to struggle away from Hermione and head back towards the changerooms. Ron and Hermione began to head to their seats. Ron was originally saving them with a jacket, but when Harry hadn't turned up, she cast a spell on their two front row seats so that anyone who sat down would remember something they had to do, and leave. When they got there, Hermione removed the spell and took her seat.
'I just hope Harry doesn't try to do anything like the Wronski Feint.' Ron sat down beside Hermione.
'The Whating What?' Hermione appeared baffled. She was not exactly a specialist when it came to Quidditch.
'You know, for a prefect, you don't know everything. Mind you, Percy still knows nothing! Well, its what Viktor Krum did at the World Cup...remember?' Ron glanced at Hermione who was clearly having a flashback to the wonderful summer she had spent with Viktor in Russia.
'Oh, I remember! It's when they go really fast head first towards the ground, and pull out at the last...Oh my! I hope Harry doesn't try that! He'll kill himself!' Hermione's smile quickly faded into a look of pure apprehension.
'Look, he'll be fine, he always is, just have that pillow ground spell ready all right!' Ron gave her a half smile.
'Ya, you're probably right...he'll be fine.' She relaxed back into her seat. The game was about to start.
In the locker room, Harry had just finished telling everyone what had happened to his broom. The Weasly's twins promised to hit a bludger at Malfoy until they knocked him off his little Nimbus 2000 and 1. But they didn't have much longer to plan other attacks against the Slytherin Team because Madam Hooch's whistle sounded for them to enter the stadium. They all jumped up and headed out of the locker room.
'This is going to be my fastest catch ever. the faster we win, the faster I get to Malfoy! Guys, give me a bit of room, I need to be able to scan the field.' Harry hopped onto his broom and soared out into the pitch.
'Ok team, you heard him, lets go.' Alicia and the rest of the team followed Harry into the stadium. The changing room only remained empty for 5 minutes. On the whistle, harry soared into the air right after the snitch. He chased it for a while, lost it in the sun for a minute or two, and then caught it before the Hufflepuff seeker had even circled the pitch. It was the fastest snitch capture in Hogwart's history. Harry did much the same thing during the match against Ravenclaw, only this time, not one point had been scored in the game. In two matches, Harry had set the two fastest records in Hogwart's history for the capture of the snitch. But despite everyone's cheers, the only thin Harry could focus on was the final match against Slytherin the following morning. he barley particiapated in the parties that were happening in the Gryffindor common room. He had to focus on the most important match of the year. He was going to unbroom Malfoy if it cost him his arm.