Yule Dreams
A Hogwarts Fan Fiction
Disclaimer:I only own the made up charecters. I wish I owned George. Rating: pg-13 some violence and some language A/N: I would like to thank Bronzed Monkey and Tiger of Jewels for this! They are on RP all of the time!
Chapter Three :|: Quidditch Dreams
"Danikka, get up!" yelled her teammates. They were standing next to her bed in the girls dormitory. "Ahh!" she screamed. "What are you doing in here?!" "Getting you up. Let's go to the locker room." George winked at her. She shot him an evil look.
After she changed into her quidditch robes, she grabbed her firebolt, and walked over to George. "Don't let any bludgers hit me, okay?" she asked him. "Alright," he said, and kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck."
The announcer, Lee Jordan, began the commentary. "Here come the Gryffindors: The keeper, and captain, Oliver Wood! Your seeker, Harry Potter! Your beaters, the doomsday duo, Fred and George Weasley! And your chasers, Angleina Johnson, Katie Bell, and the best seeker since Yitzack Molitov in 1750, Danikka Leone!" The crowd cheered loudly for the Gryffindor team as they took off on their brooms. Lee continued his descriptive comentary.
"Leone in posession of the quaffle for Gryffindor, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good Danikka! Argh, no, a near miss with that bludger there. Passes the quaffle to Katie Bell, who passes it back, wait no, it was intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field - WHAM! - nice bludger work by George Weasley. Warrington drops the quaffle and it's caught by - Leone. Gryffindor back in posession, come on Danikka, nice swerve around Montague - DUCK DANIKKA THAT'S A BLUDGER! - SHE SCORES! TEN - ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!
Danikka punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the scarlet sea below was screaming with delight -
"OUCH!"
Danikka was nearly thrown off of her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" said Flint, as the crowd booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
A moment later, Fred chucked his Beater's bat at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom, and began to bleed. "That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming up to them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for deliberately attacking their chaser, penalty shot to slytherin for a deliberate attack on their chaser!"
"Come off it, Miss!" howled George, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Angelina came forward to take the penalty.
"Come on, Angelina," Lee yelled into the sudden silence that had descended upon the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY - ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry turned his firebolt so he could see the game, as Marcus Flint missed the shot.
Suddenly, Harry was yelling. "WE WON!"
"I don't believe it!" shrieked Lee. "Gryffindor's won the house cup, thanks to Harry Potter!
A/N:Was that better? Please Review.
Disclaimer:I only own the made up charecters. I wish I owned George. Rating: pg-13 some violence and some language A/N: I would like to thank Bronzed Monkey and Tiger of Jewels for this! They are on RP all of the time!
Chapter Three :|: Quidditch Dreams
"Danikka, get up!" yelled her teammates. They were standing next to her bed in the girls dormitory. "Ahh!" she screamed. "What are you doing in here?!" "Getting you up. Let's go to the locker room." George winked at her. She shot him an evil look.
After she changed into her quidditch robes, she grabbed her firebolt, and walked over to George. "Don't let any bludgers hit me, okay?" she asked him. "Alright," he said, and kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck."
The announcer, Lee Jordan, began the commentary. "Here come the Gryffindors: The keeper, and captain, Oliver Wood! Your seeker, Harry Potter! Your beaters, the doomsday duo, Fred and George Weasley! And your chasers, Angleina Johnson, Katie Bell, and the best seeker since Yitzack Molitov in 1750, Danikka Leone!" The crowd cheered loudly for the Gryffindor team as they took off on their brooms. Lee continued his descriptive comentary.
"Leone in posession of the quaffle for Gryffindor, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good Danikka! Argh, no, a near miss with that bludger there. Passes the quaffle to Katie Bell, who passes it back, wait no, it was intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field - WHAM! - nice bludger work by George Weasley. Warrington drops the quaffle and it's caught by - Leone. Gryffindor back in posession, come on Danikka, nice swerve around Montague - DUCK DANIKKA THAT'S A BLUDGER! - SHE SCORES! TEN - ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!
Danikka punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the scarlet sea below was screaming with delight -
"OUCH!"
Danikka was nearly thrown off of her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" said Flint, as the crowd booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
A moment later, Fred chucked his Beater's bat at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom, and began to bleed. "That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming up to them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for deliberately attacking their chaser, penalty shot to slytherin for a deliberate attack on their chaser!"
"Come off it, Miss!" howled George, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Angelina came forward to take the penalty.
"Come on, Angelina," Lee yelled into the sudden silence that had descended upon the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY - ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry turned his firebolt so he could see the game, as Marcus Flint missed the shot.
Suddenly, Harry was yelling. "WE WON!"
"I don't believe it!" shrieked Lee. "Gryffindor's won the house cup, thanks to Harry Potter!
A/N:Was that better? Please Review.