The Quiddich Disaster
A Fanfic by Rachel Purton
Hi everybody! Since this is kinda long, I'll letcha know a little about it before you start reading the whole thing.
~*~First of all, as you probably guessed, this is yet another Oliver Wood story, spawned by the gorgeous Oliver Wood in our little movie world. But don't close that window yet!…it's also about a dangerous Quiddich match gone way over the line. If you've got the time, please read/review! :o) Thanks very much, and keep 'em flying!~*~
Disclaimer: Ooh it's a big professional word! Hehe…Anyways, the characters and all that in my story were created by J. K. Rowling, not me. I wrote the story, yes, but it's based on her books. So don't go thinking I made everything up. I didn't. Well, enjoy the story, and PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Chapter 1- Flying Bludgers and a Screaming Wood
It was a dreary Saturday morning on the Hogwarts school grounds when Harry Potter awoke to find that he had slept in until 10:00. He hurried out of the common room and into the great hall, still in his pajamas. He then realized that there was a Quiddich match tomorrow, and Wood had scheduled two practices today, which meant that Harry was already late for the first one.
"Oh well," he thought. "I suppose the team isn't even out on the field yet, what with Wood's strategy talks."
Harry scarfed down some breakfast, ran back to his dormitory to put on his practice robes, grabbed his broom, and headed for the field. Everything was going fine until he got to the locker room. Fred and George Weasley were beating the bludgers back and forth, obviously trying to get them under control, and Katie Bell's head was narrowly missing each shot as she sat on a bench watching cautiously. Alicia Spinnet was arguing with Oliver Wood about how the bludgers got out, and he was screaming at her. Angelina Johnson was nowhere to be seen, but Harry guessed she had run off when the bludgers got loose.
"WHAT is going on here?" Harry yelled. Oliver stopped bellowing and ran over to Harry.
"SOMEHOW," said Wood, casting a leery eye at Alicia, "these stupid bludgers got out of their box and are out of control! I don't know what to do, except maybe call Madam Hooch, but that would get us all in trouble! We weren't supposed to be using them today in the first place." Harry sat on a bench far away from the whizzing bludgers, wondering what was going on.
"Where's Angelina, by the way?" Harry asked.
"She hasn't showed up yet. I'm not sure where she is, but I'm starting to get worried. It's getting late into morning already, and we should be out on the field!"
"I think--our first battle--," Fred was trying to talk between blows of the bludger, "Is--WHOA--to get these--stupid, wretched----AAH!--things back--in--the box!!"
Oliver sat beside Harry with his head in his hands. "Everything was going great. I was going over one of my new strategy boards when I hear two small clicks, a huge slam, and then two whizzing sounds. Next thing I know, there's the two bludgers, flying over my head!"
"Oliver, I think someone may have set those out on purpose. I would suspect Marcus Flint, or anyone on his team, since our match is against Slytherin tomorrow," said Harry. "I'm sure one of them probably snuck in and let them go, hoping to injure one of us. Don't take it so bad, we'll get them under control." Just then George dove into the corner of the room and struggled with the black ball that was gripped firmly in his hands.
"GET ME THE BOX!" he yelled, and Harry ran into the supply room. There was just one problem, no box!
"Oliver, it's not here! The box! It's gone!" Harry yelled. Wood came tearing in, emptied a broom-cleaning kit all over the floor, which scattered to all corners of the room, and ran back out. Before Harry shut the door, he heard a small click. One down.