A/N: YES! Now we're gettin' to the tasty stuff! This is the Chapter about the first Quidditch game of the season! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
::more diabolical laughter::
Welcome everyone! I am the Master of The HP AK Series! I wonder how everyone else sees my characters. If you are a fan and you can draw, send me your version of my made up characters. Draw them with or with out the HP cannon characters in the picture. Do whatever you wish. I'll send you one of my personal pictures via snail-mail since I don't have a ready computer to go with my scanner. Send it to my E-mail Kaigara453@hotmail.com
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Chapter Eight
"Owie... don't touch that! That still hurts!"
Harry watched as Avalon would poke various areas on Astra's back. Finally she just lifted the shirt off of Astra's back. Harry saw the largest bruise he had ever been witness to. "Shouldn't you go to Madame Pomfrey with that?" he asked wincing at the bruise.
Astra smirked at him gratefully. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine, really. It just hurts when she pokes it." She glared at Avalon.
"It's not my fault that yer stubborn."
Harry sniggered. He enjoyed listening to their jousting sessions at each other. It felt like being with the Weasley's at their home. It was nice to have that feeling again. "I can't wait to play Slytherin." he said hopefully.
"We'll crush them!" Astra said gleefully as she snatched her shirt away from Avalon's hands and pulled it back down. "Besides.... with Gin on yer team, ya can't lose. She'll give them hell."
Harry glanced over at Ginny, who now blushed to the roots of her hair. "I'm not that good." sh said quietly.
"Yes you are, Ginny... I wouldn't have my team with any less." Harry said with a smile. She smiled gratefully and went back to her home work.
Ron and Hermione were in a small corner talking. At least, that's pretty much what it looked like. He wasn't incredibly sure, but he really didn't wish to think it was anything other than that. Them holding hands and kissing was fine, but anything else would be time for him to find someplace else to be.
Astra growled as Avalon poked her back again. She hated that bruise. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to see the nurse. The bruise should at least be smaller than it was by now.
She stood up and gave Harry a noogie. He protested, as if she could make it any more messy looking. Of course, she couldn't say anything different about her own messy, pale hair. It was longer, that's why it look as bad.
She pushed her silver, oval rimmed glasses up her nose. She had received a bunch of freckles across her cheeks and nose from the training sessions in the sun. She had thought that tanning would be out of the question, but she didn't expect freckles. Especially in the amount they had come. She could just see what Draco would say if he saw her face right now. He would make some bad joke and then she would have to kill his pretty butt.
She admitted that he was pretty, but she was not about to let her thoughts drift to him. He was mean and horrible. Especially his girlfriend with her obsession with him. Astra was sure that if he were to leave her alone for five minutes, Pansy would become a soulless being, a zombie. No wonder the girl always made herself a permanent appendage to him.
"I'm going to the infirmary." Astra said to Harry as she walked off. "Care to give the events that happened if she asks? I don't remember anything."
Harry nodded and followed her. They walked to the Hospital Wing and found Madame Pomfrey giving some poor student a pepper solution. The boy looked to be a third year.
"Yes? What do you need?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"I need yer opinion on this." Astra turned around and lifted her Weasley sweater up. "I got it a few weeks ago when the Chimera attacked."
"It hit you with it's tail?" Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled around Astra and sat her down onto a bed.
"Yes it did. She jumped in front of Draco to take the blow for him." Harry put in. Seeing Astra in this strange position, with her sweater off her back and her trying not to fall over as she held the sweater up and talked through the neck hole, wasn't making him blush. He wondered how long she could stay in this position. It was entertaining.
"I'm glad you find this funny, Harry. When she's done, I will smacketh you for yer insolence, infidel!" She said indignantly while putting in a posh accent.
Harry started sniggering as he held himself up against the wall. Madame Pomfrey didn't look too incredibly pleased. "It seems that it's got a bit of a poison in there. Not as much as there would be if it had hit you with the spikes."
"Spikes? I didn't see any spikes. Who said anything about spikes. I certainly didn't say anything about spikes. I wonder what Draco would've looked like with spikes. I how long I can keep talking like this and keep saying spikes until you start shmacking me with a bunch of spiked fish."
Madame Pomfrey accidentally let a bowl drop onto Astra's head. Harry wasn't so sure it was an accident, though. Astra shut up immediately and sulked as she rubbed her head.
"All done dearie. The bruising should go away completely in a few days." Madam Pomfrey smiled and shooed them out the door.
"I have a silly moment and then she goes and ruins it." Astra was still sulking about her head.
They turned a corner and ran into Professor Snape. "What are you two doing out here."
"Coming back from the nurse's office, why?" Astra shot back at him.
"I don't like your cheek, Knight. You are just as bad as your father was." Snape growled.
"Funny... that's what he's always telling me." Harry said softly.
"Amazing! I wonder how many other so called insults he has pent up." Astra faked enthusiasm.
Snape growled and stormed off. Astra shook her head slowly at him. "The guy's got issues, dude. I don't know why he does, but he defiantly does."
Harry gave her a brief explanation about his father and his friends when they went to Hogwarts. He told her about the trick Sirius had pulled on Snape and what happened in Harry's third year as they got back to the Common Room.
"Interesting... I defiantly know there's a psychology student out there that wants him as an experiment." Nevaeh laughed at Astra's statement. "Really, though.... the guy's gotten even more testy since the Snapette showed up here. I wonder what she did to him back then."
"I bet when she went off to America, he actually danced in joy." Nevaeh giggled.
"Don't do that!" Ron snapped.
"Do what?"
"Don't give me that kind of horrible picture! Gads... now I'm going to have to burn my brain!"
Harry laughed the loudest. He was having fun and he knew that tomorrow, he would have to face the Slytherin team and their new captain, Draco Malfoy.
He pulled Ginny into his lap and kissed her cheek. She smiled and slapped his arm playfully. "Ask next time, dunderhead!" she grinned evilly. "You might actually get a bigger and better response."
Harry waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. "Anything I might enjoy?"
"Anything that will make me have to hurt you later for?" chimed Ron, who made a gaging sound. Hermione hit him on his head.
"As if you could say anything, Ron!" laughed Ginny. She winked at Hermione. They both went the same shade of red.
"Why don't we all go ahead and head up to bed? I'm gettin' tired." said Avalon. She looked hopefully over at Kennedy, who was busy reading.
"I'll make sure Kennedy comes up and gives you a goodnight kiss, Vee." Astra smirked at her sister.
Avalon's cheeks went a red as she glared down at her. She didn't say a word as she soundlessly twirled around and walked over to Kennedy. She picked Kennedy's head away from his book and planted a small kiss on his cheek. He gazed cluelessly up at her as she stalked off.
"What was that for?" he asked. Everyone breathed a collective, frustrated sigh.
Harry had a strange dream that night, of him flying through the air on his old Nimbus broom. He smiled as he held the slick handle and felt the smooth action of it. He missed that broom. He suddenly saw Draco fly at him at break neck speed with a sword.
Harry swerved the near collision, but his broom suddenly became nothing but shredded wood. He started to fall and he could hear his mother scream out his name. Suddenly, the scream became a song that made Harry's blood run cold. He saw a fog come out of no where and everywhere. A strange light caught him in it's gaze and he felt no more.
Astra didn't have any better a dream. Her's had her watching her father fight off someone's attacks. A tall man stood in the shadows, screaming out his name. There was something familiar about the man.
Astra suddenly saw herself staring into a pair of cold gray eyes as she was being held against her will. She kicked the man and suddenly felt a searing pain in her back.
The pain went away and she was lying on her back in the middle of one of the Hogwarts hallways. A tall black haired, pale eyed sixth year boy appeared above her. Suddenly, two more boys appeared. One wearing glasses and had messy black hair and the other with a kind smile and brownish air. A fourth boy appeared, this one was smaller and he wore a pair of glasses as well, with watery blue eyes behind them. She started to get up when they suddenly all faded and turned to ash.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"All right... well... Some of us didn't get a whole lot of sleep, so I certainly hope that the air revives you. In the mean time... let's win this game!" Harry said, trying his best impersonation of the old Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood.
They walked out and saw the Slytherin team waiting for them. Madame Hooch walked out with the box and her whistle. "I want a good, clean game. Everyone on their brooms! Three.... two.... One..."
As the whistle sounded, Fifteen brooms flew up into the air. Harry made his soar above the commotion and searched for the snitch.
A Hufflepuff girl was commentating the match. "Gryffindor in possession. Now Slytherin. Gryffindor scores on Slytherin!"
Astra flew away from the bludger headed for her. She needed it to fly after her to keep it away from the Gryffindor chasers. She saw Draco fly out of the sky above and grab one of the Slytherin beater's clubs.
She saw him beat the bludger headed for her directly at her head. She ducked the offending ball and raced toward it. She would have only seconds to perform her move. She came up just in front of the bludger. She hit it directly at Draco. Draco's face went a sickly white. She came up just in front of him and batted the ball away. Sh smirked at him and showed him the peace sign. "Peace, guy! Have a slap happy day!" Then, she flew off.
Harry watched in awe at the agile move Astra performed. "YIKES! Only a firebolt could make a move like that!" intoned the commentator.
Harry watched as Ginny was about to score on the Slytherins again. A bludger came out of no where. Ginny flew forward as the bludger hit her squarely in the back. "GINNY!" Harry heard himself scream. He sounded faraway.
Ginny fell through the sky and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Her broom was smashed to bits by the nearest tree. Harry felt reality come back to him when he saw the snitch high in the air.
He flew up. He saw Draco with him, trying to beat him to it. They were now at eye level, both reaching for the snitch. Until, Harry felt his hand close around something small and winged.
When he found the ground underneath his feet again. Ginny was shouting her head off at several people around her. "I said.... I'm FINE, DAMN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Harry suddenly heard the commentary. "Gryffindor wins! Gryffindor wins the match!"
He walked over to where Ginny had her brother in a headlock. She looked up at him and grinned sheepishly. "Uh...." she immediately let go of Ron. He stood back and rubbed his neck. "Hi Harry... We've won!"
Harry smiled and breathed a sigh of relief that she truely was fine. Harry walked over to her and helped her up from the cot that Madame Pomfrey had her on. He gave a great hug that made her say "Ouch!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not really... you just that sore area on my back from the bludger." she smiled up at him. He pressed his lips to hers in a relieved sort of way.
"Let's celebrate!" cried Denis Creevy.
::more diabolical laughter::
Welcome everyone! I am the Master of The HP AK Series! I wonder how everyone else sees my characters. If you are a fan and you can draw, send me your version of my made up characters. Draw them with or with out the HP cannon characters in the picture. Do whatever you wish. I'll send you one of my personal pictures via snail-mail since I don't have a ready computer to go with my scanner. Send it to my E-mail Kaigara453@hotmail.com
Happy drawing!
Chapter Eight
"Owie... don't touch that! That still hurts!"
Harry watched as Avalon would poke various areas on Astra's back. Finally she just lifted the shirt off of Astra's back. Harry saw the largest bruise he had ever been witness to. "Shouldn't you go to Madame Pomfrey with that?" he asked wincing at the bruise.
Astra smirked at him gratefully. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine, really. It just hurts when she pokes it." She glared at Avalon.
"It's not my fault that yer stubborn."
Harry sniggered. He enjoyed listening to their jousting sessions at each other. It felt like being with the Weasley's at their home. It was nice to have that feeling again. "I can't wait to play Slytherin." he said hopefully.
"We'll crush them!" Astra said gleefully as she snatched her shirt away from Avalon's hands and pulled it back down. "Besides.... with Gin on yer team, ya can't lose. She'll give them hell."
Harry glanced over at Ginny, who now blushed to the roots of her hair. "I'm not that good." sh said quietly.
"Yes you are, Ginny... I wouldn't have my team with any less." Harry said with a smile. She smiled gratefully and went back to her home work.
Ron and Hermione were in a small corner talking. At least, that's pretty much what it looked like. He wasn't incredibly sure, but he really didn't wish to think it was anything other than that. Them holding hands and kissing was fine, but anything else would be time for him to find someplace else to be.
Astra growled as Avalon poked her back again. She hated that bruise. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to see the nurse. The bruise should at least be smaller than it was by now.
She stood up and gave Harry a noogie. He protested, as if she could make it any more messy looking. Of course, she couldn't say anything different about her own messy, pale hair. It was longer, that's why it look as bad.
She pushed her silver, oval rimmed glasses up her nose. She had received a bunch of freckles across her cheeks and nose from the training sessions in the sun. She had thought that tanning would be out of the question, but she didn't expect freckles. Especially in the amount they had come. She could just see what Draco would say if he saw her face right now. He would make some bad joke and then she would have to kill his pretty butt.
She admitted that he was pretty, but she was not about to let her thoughts drift to him. He was mean and horrible. Especially his girlfriend with her obsession with him. Astra was sure that if he were to leave her alone for five minutes, Pansy would become a soulless being, a zombie. No wonder the girl always made herself a permanent appendage to him.
"I'm going to the infirmary." Astra said to Harry as she walked off. "Care to give the events that happened if she asks? I don't remember anything."
Harry nodded and followed her. They walked to the Hospital Wing and found Madame Pomfrey giving some poor student a pepper solution. The boy looked to be a third year.
"Yes? What do you need?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"I need yer opinion on this." Astra turned around and lifted her Weasley sweater up. "I got it a few weeks ago when the Chimera attacked."
"It hit you with it's tail?" Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled around Astra and sat her down onto a bed.
"Yes it did. She jumped in front of Draco to take the blow for him." Harry put in. Seeing Astra in this strange position, with her sweater off her back and her trying not to fall over as she held the sweater up and talked through the neck hole, wasn't making him blush. He wondered how long she could stay in this position. It was entertaining.
"I'm glad you find this funny, Harry. When she's done, I will smacketh you for yer insolence, infidel!" She said indignantly while putting in a posh accent.
Harry started sniggering as he held himself up against the wall. Madame Pomfrey didn't look too incredibly pleased. "It seems that it's got a bit of a poison in there. Not as much as there would be if it had hit you with the spikes."
"Spikes? I didn't see any spikes. Who said anything about spikes. I certainly didn't say anything about spikes. I wonder what Draco would've looked like with spikes. I how long I can keep talking like this and keep saying spikes until you start shmacking me with a bunch of spiked fish."
Madame Pomfrey accidentally let a bowl drop onto Astra's head. Harry wasn't so sure it was an accident, though. Astra shut up immediately and sulked as she rubbed her head.
"All done dearie. The bruising should go away completely in a few days." Madam Pomfrey smiled and shooed them out the door.
"I have a silly moment and then she goes and ruins it." Astra was still sulking about her head.
They turned a corner and ran into Professor Snape. "What are you two doing out here."
"Coming back from the nurse's office, why?" Astra shot back at him.
"I don't like your cheek, Knight. You are just as bad as your father was." Snape growled.
"Funny... that's what he's always telling me." Harry said softly.
"Amazing! I wonder how many other so called insults he has pent up." Astra faked enthusiasm.
Snape growled and stormed off. Astra shook her head slowly at him. "The guy's got issues, dude. I don't know why he does, but he defiantly does."
Harry gave her a brief explanation about his father and his friends when they went to Hogwarts. He told her about the trick Sirius had pulled on Snape and what happened in Harry's third year as they got back to the Common Room.
"Interesting... I defiantly know there's a psychology student out there that wants him as an experiment." Nevaeh laughed at Astra's statement. "Really, though.... the guy's gotten even more testy since the Snapette showed up here. I wonder what she did to him back then."
"I bet when she went off to America, he actually danced in joy." Nevaeh giggled.
"Don't do that!" Ron snapped.
"Do what?"
"Don't give me that kind of horrible picture! Gads... now I'm going to have to burn my brain!"
Harry laughed the loudest. He was having fun and he knew that tomorrow, he would have to face the Slytherin team and their new captain, Draco Malfoy.
He pulled Ginny into his lap and kissed her cheek. She smiled and slapped his arm playfully. "Ask next time, dunderhead!" she grinned evilly. "You might actually get a bigger and better response."
Harry waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. "Anything I might enjoy?"
"Anything that will make me have to hurt you later for?" chimed Ron, who made a gaging sound. Hermione hit him on his head.
"As if you could say anything, Ron!" laughed Ginny. She winked at Hermione. They both went the same shade of red.
"Why don't we all go ahead and head up to bed? I'm gettin' tired." said Avalon. She looked hopefully over at Kennedy, who was busy reading.
"I'll make sure Kennedy comes up and gives you a goodnight kiss, Vee." Astra smirked at her sister.
Avalon's cheeks went a red as she glared down at her. She didn't say a word as she soundlessly twirled around and walked over to Kennedy. She picked Kennedy's head away from his book and planted a small kiss on his cheek. He gazed cluelessly up at her as she stalked off.
"What was that for?" he asked. Everyone breathed a collective, frustrated sigh.
Harry had a strange dream that night, of him flying through the air on his old Nimbus broom. He smiled as he held the slick handle and felt the smooth action of it. He missed that broom. He suddenly saw Draco fly at him at break neck speed with a sword.
Harry swerved the near collision, but his broom suddenly became nothing but shredded wood. He started to fall and he could hear his mother scream out his name. Suddenly, the scream became a song that made Harry's blood run cold. He saw a fog come out of no where and everywhere. A strange light caught him in it's gaze and he felt no more.
Astra didn't have any better a dream. Her's had her watching her father fight off someone's attacks. A tall man stood in the shadows, screaming out his name. There was something familiar about the man.
Astra suddenly saw herself staring into a pair of cold gray eyes as she was being held against her will. She kicked the man and suddenly felt a searing pain in her back.
The pain went away and she was lying on her back in the middle of one of the Hogwarts hallways. A tall black haired, pale eyed sixth year boy appeared above her. Suddenly, two more boys appeared. One wearing glasses and had messy black hair and the other with a kind smile and brownish air. A fourth boy appeared, this one was smaller and he wore a pair of glasses as well, with watery blue eyes behind them. She started to get up when they suddenly all faded and turned to ash.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"All right... well... Some of us didn't get a whole lot of sleep, so I certainly hope that the air revives you. In the mean time... let's win this game!" Harry said, trying his best impersonation of the old Gryffindor captain, Oliver Wood.
They walked out and saw the Slytherin team waiting for them. Madame Hooch walked out with the box and her whistle. "I want a good, clean game. Everyone on their brooms! Three.... two.... One..."
As the whistle sounded, Fifteen brooms flew up into the air. Harry made his soar above the commotion and searched for the snitch.
A Hufflepuff girl was commentating the match. "Gryffindor in possession. Now Slytherin. Gryffindor scores on Slytherin!"
Astra flew away from the bludger headed for her. She needed it to fly after her to keep it away from the Gryffindor chasers. She saw Draco fly out of the sky above and grab one of the Slytherin beater's clubs.
She saw him beat the bludger headed for her directly at her head. She ducked the offending ball and raced toward it. She would have only seconds to perform her move. She came up just in front of the bludger. She hit it directly at Draco. Draco's face went a sickly white. She came up just in front of him and batted the ball away. Sh smirked at him and showed him the peace sign. "Peace, guy! Have a slap happy day!" Then, she flew off.
Harry watched in awe at the agile move Astra performed. "YIKES! Only a firebolt could make a move like that!" intoned the commentator.
Harry watched as Ginny was about to score on the Slytherins again. A bludger came out of no where. Ginny flew forward as the bludger hit her squarely in the back. "GINNY!" Harry heard himself scream. He sounded faraway.
Ginny fell through the sky and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Her broom was smashed to bits by the nearest tree. Harry felt reality come back to him when he saw the snitch high in the air.
He flew up. He saw Draco with him, trying to beat him to it. They were now at eye level, both reaching for the snitch. Until, Harry felt his hand close around something small and winged.
When he found the ground underneath his feet again. Ginny was shouting her head off at several people around her. "I said.... I'm FINE, DAMN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Harry suddenly heard the commentary. "Gryffindor wins! Gryffindor wins the match!"
He walked over to where Ginny had her brother in a headlock. She looked up at him and grinned sheepishly. "Uh...." she immediately let go of Ron. He stood back and rubbed his neck. "Hi Harry... We've won!"
Harry smiled and breathed a sigh of relief that she truely was fine. Harry walked over to her and helped her up from the cot that Madame Pomfrey had her on. He gave a great hug that made her say "Ouch!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not really... you just that sore area on my back from the bludger." she smiled up at him. He pressed his lips to hers in a relieved sort of way.
"Let's celebrate!" cried Denis Creevy.
