What a Lovely Day for Quidditch
Authoress's Notes: Kat here and I'm back with a vengeance! Usually I hate writing in HP + The OOTP set fictions, but this is a time of desperation. Mostly revolving around the Gryffindor Qudditich team of '95. Yeah. Let's all have fun. Yummy. Flames.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, nor will.
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The first Quidditch game of the season. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. It was all too perfect.
'But why did the first match HAVE to be against Slytherin?' Alicia Spinnet thought as her mind wandered elsewhere during Harry's pep talk. As expected, Harry Potter had become this year's new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
'Big surprise there.' Katie had said. All of the older kids on the team new that being in their seventh and final year put them in an extreme disadvantage for any hope of being Captain. The only other change made, was the new Keeper, Ron Weasley. Other than that, it was the same five AM practices, same permanently water-stained brooms, same everything.
". but I know we can still win if we go out there and give it our all." said Harry, exasperated with his seemingly alert team-mates.
"I've seen the new line-up. Seems Malfoy's going for *eye-candy* rather than skill this year." Ron added sarcastically, polishing his new Nimbus 99'. He was referring to the two new Chasers, Zabini and Parkinson. From the practises the team-mates had spied on, their arguments rivalled ones between Malfoy and Harry. There goes Slytherin teams offence.
"Who made him Captain anyway?" Alicia asked amused, referring to Malfoy's new position.
"His *father*, clearly." George said with an obvious hint of disgust, his twin nodding in agreement.
"Obviously." Fellow Chaser Angelina Johnson added.
"Ready team?"
Choruses of 'Yes!' and 'Go Gryffindor' erupted as they headed to the Pitch entrances for the start of the game.
"Here comes the Ravenclaw team," said Lee Jordan, the commentator. "And here comes the Gryffindor team: Potter, Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, and Weasley," Professor McGonagal watching close by, just in case she felt the need to take over.
Blaise Zabini looked in an unsuspecting Katie's direction, and then zoomed off to Bole, murmuring something to him. Alicia watched them as she made a pass to Angelina, and thought nothing of it.
"And Johnson scores another ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee said as the scored changed from 50-10 to 60-10. Gryffindor came from the Gryffindor section, nearly drowned out by Slytherin's boo's.
Meanwhile a few feet above, Harry was looking around the field frantically for the snitch. He hadn't since the slightest speck of gold during the elapsed duration of the game. Malfoy closely followed his glance, ready to dive down at any moment. But suddenly, he found himself distracted.
"Higgs.. You idiot, what are you doing?" Malfoy muttered to himself as Bole dashed across the field, making a sharp turn barely an inch from Bell.
"What is he doing?" Alicia watched as the Slytherin beater crossed the field again and aimed one of the bludgers towards Harry. Fred sped up easily and blocked it, slamming it toward Parkinson. She barely moved out of the way as the bludger swerved by her.
Katie scored another goal, bringing the score up to seventy.
" Gryffindor in possession... Spinnet has the Quaffle, she shoots ... uh- oh, she misses! Slytherin in possession, Slytherin Chaser has the Quaffle, shoots ... and misses- What are they doing?"
With quick reflexes Katie steered her broomstick upward as Bole and Derrick aimed both bludgers at her.
"What are they trying to do?" Alicia shouted to Fred.
Fred shrugged aiming one of the bludgers at Malfoy.
Harry Potter gazed around carefully. He hadn't noticed yet the attempted attack on Katie. 'Where's the snitch?' He wondered. His first game as Quidditch Captain, could turn out to be the longest.
"Bell makes a pass to Spinnet, Gryffindor again in possession.. is that the snitch?"
Relived, Harry dived towards the fleck of gold, Malfoy literally at his heels, slowly catching up.
Alciia zoomed towards the goal, about to make the last scores.
Before the quaffle fully left her grasps however, a scream interrupted, a bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream, terrifyingly familiar bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream.
~*~
Obvious cliffhanger. Unless you're incredibly thick, you know what happened.
Reviews or nice. Suggestions are even better.
._kat
Authoress's Notes: Kat here and I'm back with a vengeance! Usually I hate writing in HP + The OOTP set fictions, but this is a time of desperation. Mostly revolving around the Gryffindor Qudditich team of '95. Yeah. Let's all have fun. Yummy. Flames.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, nor will.
~*~
The first Quidditch game of the season. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. It was all too perfect.
'But why did the first match HAVE to be against Slytherin?' Alicia Spinnet thought as her mind wandered elsewhere during Harry's pep talk. As expected, Harry Potter had become this year's new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
'Big surprise there.' Katie had said. All of the older kids on the team new that being in their seventh and final year put them in an extreme disadvantage for any hope of being Captain. The only other change made, was the new Keeper, Ron Weasley. Other than that, it was the same five AM practices, same permanently water-stained brooms, same everything.
". but I know we can still win if we go out there and give it our all." said Harry, exasperated with his seemingly alert team-mates.
"I've seen the new line-up. Seems Malfoy's going for *eye-candy* rather than skill this year." Ron added sarcastically, polishing his new Nimbus 99'. He was referring to the two new Chasers, Zabini and Parkinson. From the practises the team-mates had spied on, their arguments rivalled ones between Malfoy and Harry. There goes Slytherin teams offence.
"Who made him Captain anyway?" Alicia asked amused, referring to Malfoy's new position.
"His *father*, clearly." George said with an obvious hint of disgust, his twin nodding in agreement.
"Obviously." Fellow Chaser Angelina Johnson added.
"Ready team?"
Choruses of 'Yes!' and 'Go Gryffindor' erupted as they headed to the Pitch entrances for the start of the game.
"Here comes the Ravenclaw team," said Lee Jordan, the commentator. "And here comes the Gryffindor team: Potter, Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, and Weasley," Professor McGonagal watching close by, just in case she felt the need to take over.
Blaise Zabini looked in an unsuspecting Katie's direction, and then zoomed off to Bole, murmuring something to him. Alicia watched them as she made a pass to Angelina, and thought nothing of it.
"And Johnson scores another ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee said as the scored changed from 50-10 to 60-10. Gryffindor came from the Gryffindor section, nearly drowned out by Slytherin's boo's.
Meanwhile a few feet above, Harry was looking around the field frantically for the snitch. He hadn't since the slightest speck of gold during the elapsed duration of the game. Malfoy closely followed his glance, ready to dive down at any moment. But suddenly, he found himself distracted.
"Higgs.. You idiot, what are you doing?" Malfoy muttered to himself as Bole dashed across the field, making a sharp turn barely an inch from Bell.
"What is he doing?" Alicia watched as the Slytherin beater crossed the field again and aimed one of the bludgers towards Harry. Fred sped up easily and blocked it, slamming it toward Parkinson. She barely moved out of the way as the bludger swerved by her.
Katie scored another goal, bringing the score up to seventy.
" Gryffindor in possession... Spinnet has the Quaffle, she shoots ... uh- oh, she misses! Slytherin in possession, Slytherin Chaser has the Quaffle, shoots ... and misses- What are they doing?"
With quick reflexes Katie steered her broomstick upward as Bole and Derrick aimed both bludgers at her.
"What are they trying to do?" Alicia shouted to Fred.
Fred shrugged aiming one of the bludgers at Malfoy.
Harry Potter gazed around carefully. He hadn't noticed yet the attempted attack on Katie. 'Where's the snitch?' He wondered. His first game as Quidditch Captain, could turn out to be the longest.
"Bell makes a pass to Spinnet, Gryffindor again in possession.. is that the snitch?"
Relived, Harry dived towards the fleck of gold, Malfoy literally at his heels, slowly catching up.
Alciia zoomed towards the goal, about to make the last scores.
Before the quaffle fully left her grasps however, a scream interrupted, a bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream, terrifyingly familiar bloodcurdling, spine-chilling scream.
~*~
Obvious cliffhanger. Unless you're incredibly thick, you know what happened.
Reviews or nice. Suggestions are even better.
._kat