I could hear the others all mumbling below me. Harry, Ron and Hermione all stood gaping with their mouths in an, 'O' shape! I can't believe I could do this! Fred and George were wolf whistling as I did some stunts in the air (I never realised how dangerous they were at the time!)
I landed by the team a bit later where there was a mixture of comments. The majority of them were happy and cheering and congratulating me. Harry and Ron were still shocked and Hermione seemed very confused.
"But you're not a wizard, how can you fly?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders, too happy to worry right now.
"Maybe we could have Andrea play with us as Chaser!" suggested Angelina. Fred and George agreed (they were the captains of Griffindor's team).
"Me?" I looked at Hermione to see what she had to say. She seemed very pleased with that idea as this meant she didn't have to play.
"Cool!" I said, "Count me in then!"
*
Luckily Chasers weren't exactly hard to train for. Just needed to practise shooting and passing the balls. I liked it!
The time came very soon for the match to begin. I changed into the Griffindor robes and marched onto the pitch with my team. Everyone but Slytherin was cheering for us! This was major cool!
"Mount your brooms," shouted Madam Hooch, the referee for the game. I got on and immediately all the building tension left as I flew into the air. I could hear the commentator's voice echoing around the pitch.
"Today's match is Griffindor Vs Slytherin. The bludgers are released followed by the golden snitch. Madam Hooch takes the Quaffle - and the game begins!" I watched as the Quaffle left her hands and immediately made a move for it.
"Griffindor's sub-Chaser Andrea Shields makes the first move for the Quaffle. Believe it or not, she is a muggle who doesn't know any magic. So how can she fly -"
"Jordan please get on with the commentating!"
"Of course Professor. Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle -Captain Marcus Flint zooms off towards the goals, which is guarded by Ronald Wesley, a new-by to the team. The beaters little brother, second youngest in their fam-," he was cut short again by Professor McGonagall.
"We don't need each players family background Jordan!" she was irritated.
"Ooh, that was a close one, goal saved by keeper - Griffindor now in possession of the Quaffle - it goes from Angelina Johnson to Andrea Shields who makes a swift dive under Flint and heads quickly towards the Slytherin goals. The keeper comes forward to intercept but it seems that the chasers have out smarted him - Angelina with the Quaffle and an unguarded goal - she SCORES! 10 points to Griffindor!"
Suddenly the audience all gasped though some did cheer (the Slytherins). I looked below and there was Alicia on the ground motionless, just like Katie Bell.
"Griffindor Chaser, Alicia Spinnet has been hit! That leaves them another chaser short. It's up to Angelina and Andrea now! Right, Andrea with the Quaffle just dodges a mad bludger aimed towards her by the Slytherin beater. She takes it all the way - past Flint, past Adrian Pucey dodges yet another bludger and - YES! SCORES! Another 10 points to Griffindor!"
I saw Flint; he looked like he wanted to murder me! Woops! Too bad!
"Slytherin have the Quaffle - heads towards the goals - and misses! Too Bad Flinty! FLINT YOU B-"
Ron had been hit by a bludger aimed at him by Flint! Now I could murder him!
"Pukey Pucey has the Quaffle - heads for the now unfairly unguarded hoops and OH NO! He scores! Damn him!"
"JORDON!"
"10 point to Slytherin! OH MY - THAT'S NOT FAIR! Angelina has been hit too! Now with only one chaser how can they possibly win? The ball passes between Pucey and Flint who pelts it at the hoops and scores! 10 points to Slytherin." I looked over to Fred and George who looked at me as if to say 'you can do it'.
"Andrea the lone chaser has possession of the Quaffle - heads for the heavily defended goals - breaks the defence line but is stopped by Bletchley the keeper."
After that attempt Slytherin had possession of the ball all the time. Flint scored a total of 7 times and the other two both scoring 4 times! That makes it-
"The score so far: Griffindor 20 points and Slytherin 170 points. Even if the Golden Snitch, which has not appeared once yet, were taken by Potter Griffindor would not win! Wait! Was that it? The Golden Snitch! Both seekers rocketed after it; one seeker on the Nimbus 2001 and the other on the Firebolt - this is a close game! GO POTTER!"
Everyone watched Malfoy and Harry. This was my chance.
"What's that? Andrea has the Quaffle - she swerves around a beater - Potter closes in on the Snitch - closely followed by Malfoy - Andrea reaches the defence area - Flint pelts a bludger after her at a very fast speed! It hits her on the shoulder! - Potter stretches out his hand, nearly…nearly - YES! Potter catches the Golden Sn- What was that? Andrea Shield scored a winning goal as well! This is just wonderful! That means-" The audience cheered so loudly the pain in my shoulder eased. I can't believe I did it! I scored the winning goal just before Harry caught the Snitch!
"GRIFFINDOR WIN WITH 180 POINTS!!" I landed hard on the ground. Fred, George, Harry and Hermione all came to see how my shoulder was. Now the excitement was over, the pain hit me hard! I'm sure I'd broken it!
"Out of the way!" it was Madam Pomfrey, she put me on a floating stretcher and I was carried off to my favourite place…the hospital wing!
I was in there for some time. Eventually my shoulder healed a little, though I still couldn't move it. Ron woke up soon. He was fine, nothing broken and the same for the other chasers. When they said that Quidditch was dangerous I didn't think it was that dangerous!
*
A week later I left the hospital wing with my arm in a sling. Hermione came with Ginny to take me back to the Griffindor tower. Harry and Ron were busy with the rest practising for their next match again Hufflepuff. Glad in a way that I'm not playing.
The corridors were pretty deserted as we walked back. Hermione and Ginny walked either side of me.
"What you did at the match was great! I couldn't believe you scored that goal at last minute, just before Harry caught the snitch!" said Hermione.
"Exactly, with that injure shoulder as-," Ginny stopped.
"Ginn-." Hermione stopped talking too. I turned to look at them they were both laying on the ground. Someone was behind me I could feel it. I spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of a small man with one finger missing before I blanked out…
I landed by the team a bit later where there was a mixture of comments. The majority of them were happy and cheering and congratulating me. Harry and Ron were still shocked and Hermione seemed very confused.
"But you're not a wizard, how can you fly?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders, too happy to worry right now.
"Maybe we could have Andrea play with us as Chaser!" suggested Angelina. Fred and George agreed (they were the captains of Griffindor's team).
"Me?" I looked at Hermione to see what she had to say. She seemed very pleased with that idea as this meant she didn't have to play.
"Cool!" I said, "Count me in then!"
*
Luckily Chasers weren't exactly hard to train for. Just needed to practise shooting and passing the balls. I liked it!
The time came very soon for the match to begin. I changed into the Griffindor robes and marched onto the pitch with my team. Everyone but Slytherin was cheering for us! This was major cool!
"Mount your brooms," shouted Madam Hooch, the referee for the game. I got on and immediately all the building tension left as I flew into the air. I could hear the commentator's voice echoing around the pitch.
"Today's match is Griffindor Vs Slytherin. The bludgers are released followed by the golden snitch. Madam Hooch takes the Quaffle - and the game begins!" I watched as the Quaffle left her hands and immediately made a move for it.
"Griffindor's sub-Chaser Andrea Shields makes the first move for the Quaffle. Believe it or not, she is a muggle who doesn't know any magic. So how can she fly -"
"Jordan please get on with the commentating!"
"Of course Professor. Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle -Captain Marcus Flint zooms off towards the goals, which is guarded by Ronald Wesley, a new-by to the team. The beaters little brother, second youngest in their fam-," he was cut short again by Professor McGonagall.
"We don't need each players family background Jordan!" she was irritated.
"Ooh, that was a close one, goal saved by keeper - Griffindor now in possession of the Quaffle - it goes from Angelina Johnson to Andrea Shields who makes a swift dive under Flint and heads quickly towards the Slytherin goals. The keeper comes forward to intercept but it seems that the chasers have out smarted him - Angelina with the Quaffle and an unguarded goal - she SCORES! 10 points to Griffindor!"
Suddenly the audience all gasped though some did cheer (the Slytherins). I looked below and there was Alicia on the ground motionless, just like Katie Bell.
"Griffindor Chaser, Alicia Spinnet has been hit! That leaves them another chaser short. It's up to Angelina and Andrea now! Right, Andrea with the Quaffle just dodges a mad bludger aimed towards her by the Slytherin beater. She takes it all the way - past Flint, past Adrian Pucey dodges yet another bludger and - YES! SCORES! Another 10 points to Griffindor!"
I saw Flint; he looked like he wanted to murder me! Woops! Too bad!
"Slytherin have the Quaffle - heads towards the goals - and misses! Too Bad Flinty! FLINT YOU B-"
Ron had been hit by a bludger aimed at him by Flint! Now I could murder him!
"Pukey Pucey has the Quaffle - heads for the now unfairly unguarded hoops and OH NO! He scores! Damn him!"
"JORDON!"
"10 point to Slytherin! OH MY - THAT'S NOT FAIR! Angelina has been hit too! Now with only one chaser how can they possibly win? The ball passes between Pucey and Flint who pelts it at the hoops and scores! 10 points to Slytherin." I looked over to Fred and George who looked at me as if to say 'you can do it'.
"Andrea the lone chaser has possession of the Quaffle - heads for the heavily defended goals - breaks the defence line but is stopped by Bletchley the keeper."
After that attempt Slytherin had possession of the ball all the time. Flint scored a total of 7 times and the other two both scoring 4 times! That makes it-
"The score so far: Griffindor 20 points and Slytherin 170 points. Even if the Golden Snitch, which has not appeared once yet, were taken by Potter Griffindor would not win! Wait! Was that it? The Golden Snitch! Both seekers rocketed after it; one seeker on the Nimbus 2001 and the other on the Firebolt - this is a close game! GO POTTER!"
Everyone watched Malfoy and Harry. This was my chance.
"What's that? Andrea has the Quaffle - she swerves around a beater - Potter closes in on the Snitch - closely followed by Malfoy - Andrea reaches the defence area - Flint pelts a bludger after her at a very fast speed! It hits her on the shoulder! - Potter stretches out his hand, nearly…nearly - YES! Potter catches the Golden Sn- What was that? Andrea Shield scored a winning goal as well! This is just wonderful! That means-" The audience cheered so loudly the pain in my shoulder eased. I can't believe I did it! I scored the winning goal just before Harry caught the Snitch!
"GRIFFINDOR WIN WITH 180 POINTS!!" I landed hard on the ground. Fred, George, Harry and Hermione all came to see how my shoulder was. Now the excitement was over, the pain hit me hard! I'm sure I'd broken it!
"Out of the way!" it was Madam Pomfrey, she put me on a floating stretcher and I was carried off to my favourite place…the hospital wing!
I was in there for some time. Eventually my shoulder healed a little, though I still couldn't move it. Ron woke up soon. He was fine, nothing broken and the same for the other chasers. When they said that Quidditch was dangerous I didn't think it was that dangerous!
*
A week later I left the hospital wing with my arm in a sling. Hermione came with Ginny to take me back to the Griffindor tower. Harry and Ron were busy with the rest practising for their next match again Hufflepuff. Glad in a way that I'm not playing.
The corridors were pretty deserted as we walked back. Hermione and Ginny walked either side of me.
"What you did at the match was great! I couldn't believe you scored that goal at last minute, just before Harry caught the snitch!" said Hermione.
"Exactly, with that injure shoulder as-," Ginny stopped.
"Ginn-." Hermione stopped talking too. I turned to look at them they were both laying on the ground. Someone was behind me I could feel it. I spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of a small man with one finger missing before I blanked out…