CHAPTER 14- THE FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH
The next morning, a letter came round the Gryffindor table with the announcement of the new Gryffindor squad. Joe gazed at it with mild interest, then scanned the list of the teams. Harry Potter- Keeper. Katie Bell- Chaser. Angelina Johnson- Chaser. Fred Weasley- Beater George Weasley- Beater Joe Potter- Seeker
Joe's eyes widened with horror as he read his own name on the bottom, as the Seeker. He had never played as Seeker before- how was this possible!? Harry leaned over next to him. "Seeker, huh?" he said dismissively. Joe stared at him. "Harry, I've never played Seeker in my life! How-" "Quit moaning, kiddo, and get on with it!" Harry laughed, slapping Joe on the back.
The Slytherin team was also on the list. Joe read the names with disgust, until he read the number 6 on their list.
Draco Malfoy- Keeper Marcus Flint- Chaser Adrian Pucey- Chaser Mort Malfoy- Beater Millie Parkinson- Beater Laura Snape- Seeker
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"
The two teams walked out onto the pitch to tumultuous applause. Draco lead the Slytherin team with a proud, full-of-himself look and Harry lead the Gryffindor, with a look of complete loathing in Draco's line of movement. The audience stands were erect on either side of the pitch, and a scoring marker had been placed below the Gryffindor stand. Behind this marker stood Lee Jordan, the excellent (if somewhat annoying) Quidditch commentator.
"And Gryffindor and Slytherin walk out onto the pitch, ladies and gentlemen! Can you all hear me? I'm your commentator, Lee Jordan!" A round of applause from the Gryffindor team, while Slytherin booed and hissed. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley and Potter. Another of Gryffindor's best sides, of course-" McGonagall stood beside him. "Jordan!" she snapped. "Sorry, Professor, sorry. So, Slytherin team then- Malfoy, Flint, Pucey, Malfoy, Parkinson and Snape. Slytherin have a record of being the 'dirty, cheating' team-" "JORDAN!" "Sorry!"
So, the teams lined up either side of Madam Pomfrey and awaited further instruction from her. She looked at the tension between Draco and Harry, and sighed to herself. "This is not going to be easy." she muttered. She took a deep breath and her eyes darted from team to team. "Mount your brooms!" she shouted, blowing her whistle.
"And the two captains are off!" Lee Jordan shouted enthusiastically. The two vice captains (namely Joe and Laura) gave nervous glances at each other, and kicked off shortly afterwards. The air seemed a lot more unforgiving now Joe was in it, not staring at it.
He took regular glances from the top of the match, and the circling players throwing the Quaffle back and forth to each other. Lee Jordan was on the edge of his seat, and Professor McGonagall stared intently at the teams, looking for any sign of trouble. Joe noticed, with a sad kind of irony, that Snape was in the stands, cheering his daughter on under his breath.
"And the Quaffle passes from Bell- back to Johnson- back to Bell- ow, that's GOTTA hurt!" Lee Jordan said sympathetically through his mic. McGonagall frowned at him, but Joe could tell that she felt the same way as he did. "Pucey gaining possession of the Quaffle again- passing it on to Flint, then back to Pucey- wow!" A Bludger had pelted toward Flint, knocking him off of his broom. George Weasley smiled apologetically toward Joe. "Didn't see him!" came a faint shout from George Weasley's direction.
Lee Jordan's eye glinted against something in the sun. "The Snitch?" he shouted excitedly through his mic. The Snitch it was- and it was flying very, very fast. Joe and Laura both spotted it, and straight after the Snitch they both went- hurtling at it at a rate of knots. Joe didn't see Mort Malfoy.
Mort sniggered, flew up behind Joe and gave him a sharp club on the back of the head. Joe's shriek of "Aaaaaaaahhhh..." Echoed all around the stands as he went plummeting down at what could have been 200, maybe 250 miles an hour? Laura's continuous screams could be heard, Mort Malfoy's laughs. "You bastard." were his last words as he lost all conscious thought.
The next morning, a letter came round the Gryffindor table with the announcement of the new Gryffindor squad. Joe gazed at it with mild interest, then scanned the list of the teams. Harry Potter- Keeper. Katie Bell- Chaser. Angelina Johnson- Chaser. Fred Weasley- Beater George Weasley- Beater Joe Potter- Seeker
Joe's eyes widened with horror as he read his own name on the bottom, as the Seeker. He had never played as Seeker before- how was this possible!? Harry leaned over next to him. "Seeker, huh?" he said dismissively. Joe stared at him. "Harry, I've never played Seeker in my life! How-" "Quit moaning, kiddo, and get on with it!" Harry laughed, slapping Joe on the back.
The Slytherin team was also on the list. Joe read the names with disgust, until he read the number 6 on their list.
Draco Malfoy- Keeper Marcus Flint- Chaser Adrian Pucey- Chaser Mort Malfoy- Beater Millie Parkinson- Beater Laura Snape- Seeker
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"
The two teams walked out onto the pitch to tumultuous applause. Draco lead the Slytherin team with a proud, full-of-himself look and Harry lead the Gryffindor, with a look of complete loathing in Draco's line of movement. The audience stands were erect on either side of the pitch, and a scoring marker had been placed below the Gryffindor stand. Behind this marker stood Lee Jordan, the excellent (if somewhat annoying) Quidditch commentator.
"And Gryffindor and Slytherin walk out onto the pitch, ladies and gentlemen! Can you all hear me? I'm your commentator, Lee Jordan!" A round of applause from the Gryffindor team, while Slytherin booed and hissed. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley and Potter. Another of Gryffindor's best sides, of course-" McGonagall stood beside him. "Jordan!" she snapped. "Sorry, Professor, sorry. So, Slytherin team then- Malfoy, Flint, Pucey, Malfoy, Parkinson and Snape. Slytherin have a record of being the 'dirty, cheating' team-" "JORDAN!" "Sorry!"
So, the teams lined up either side of Madam Pomfrey and awaited further instruction from her. She looked at the tension between Draco and Harry, and sighed to herself. "This is not going to be easy." she muttered. She took a deep breath and her eyes darted from team to team. "Mount your brooms!" she shouted, blowing her whistle.
"And the two captains are off!" Lee Jordan shouted enthusiastically. The two vice captains (namely Joe and Laura) gave nervous glances at each other, and kicked off shortly afterwards. The air seemed a lot more unforgiving now Joe was in it, not staring at it.
He took regular glances from the top of the match, and the circling players throwing the Quaffle back and forth to each other. Lee Jordan was on the edge of his seat, and Professor McGonagall stared intently at the teams, looking for any sign of trouble. Joe noticed, with a sad kind of irony, that Snape was in the stands, cheering his daughter on under his breath.
"And the Quaffle passes from Bell- back to Johnson- back to Bell- ow, that's GOTTA hurt!" Lee Jordan said sympathetically through his mic. McGonagall frowned at him, but Joe could tell that she felt the same way as he did. "Pucey gaining possession of the Quaffle again- passing it on to Flint, then back to Pucey- wow!" A Bludger had pelted toward Flint, knocking him off of his broom. George Weasley smiled apologetically toward Joe. "Didn't see him!" came a faint shout from George Weasley's direction.
Lee Jordan's eye glinted against something in the sun. "The Snitch?" he shouted excitedly through his mic. The Snitch it was- and it was flying very, very fast. Joe and Laura both spotted it, and straight after the Snitch they both went- hurtling at it at a rate of knots. Joe didn't see Mort Malfoy.
Mort sniggered, flew up behind Joe and gave him a sharp club on the back of the head. Joe's shriek of "Aaaaaaaahhhh..." Echoed all around the stands as he went plummeting down at what could have been 200, maybe 250 miles an hour? Laura's continuous screams could be heard, Mort Malfoy's laughs. "You bastard." were his last words as he lost all conscious thought.