Chapter ten is here- wow, I'm into double figures! I've got a feeling that
this story will be quite long, but please bear with me. In this chapter I
will attempt to commentate a quidditch match. Stress the word attempt.
Please don't laugh too hard, no one can do it like J.K.
Disclaimer- Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter.
1 Slytherin v Gryffindor
Harry woke up on the day of the quidditch match at five thirty in the morning. Now that he was awake, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep again. Today was his first match as captain- what if they lost? Everyone would just think he wasn't good enough, would they kick him out? Who would be captain instead?
The thoughts kept chasing each other around in his head for he didn't know how long, but he only knew that some time later, he heard a voice say "Harry, you awake?"
Harry sat up and pulled open the hangings to find Ron sitting up on his own bed and looking as though he was going to be sick. Harry felt like kicking himself. Here he was, worrying about himself and forgetting that it was Ron's first ever match. Some friend he was.
"Morning Ron" He said as calmly as he could.
"I think I'm gonna be…" Began Ron, but Harry cut him off. "I know." He said. "but don't worry, you'll be fine. Just imagine the look on Malfoy's face when we beat them." That seemed to cheer Ron up a little, because he got out of bed and started to pull on his robes. Harry did the same and they walked down the stairs together, discussing last minute strategies. They walked into the common room to find Hermione and Lori already up, bent over Lori's charms homework.
"No fair. You never help us." Said Harry, as they wandered over to where they were sitting.
Hermione sat back in her chair and smiled. "Well, I'm always my most vulnerable in the early morning, so that's the only time I let my guard down long enough to agree to help." She said with a grin.
"Forget it then. There's no way I'm getting up this early on a non-match day, even if you would help me with my potions project." Ron said, with a loud yawn. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Yeah well, the early bird catches Hermione's help." Said Lori. Hermione laughed and started to pull her bushy hair up into a ponytail, with the help of the ever-present-now tidying charm. The boys sat there for a few silent minutes, watching Hermione watching Lori answer some questions, but just found their nerves were mounting up again. Finally they couldn't take it anymore, and went down to get some breakfast.
It wasn't long before the rest of the team came down to join them, and they all escaped from the hall before any other people could come down. They got down to the field at about nine, o, clock, an hour before the match was due to start. They sat in the changing rooms, listening to Fred and George's descriptions of their new merchandise, which included a lollipop that made your hair fall out until you finished it, and a watch that kept speeding up, making you think you were late for everything. They were also working on a way to split people apart, into their alter egos, temporarily of course.
At five to ten, they could hear the roar of the crowd outside and knew it was time to go. Ron looked very pale underneath his freckles as they walked out onto the pitch to very loud applause. "How do you do this?" He said faintly to Harry, as he stepped forward to shake the hand of the Slytherin Captain, Simon Greeson. (A/N- I'm not sure who the captain is so I made him up.)
Before Ron knew what was happening, they were in the air and he had somehow flown over to the goalposts he was defending. He heard the whistle as though from far away, and the match began.
Ron didn't seem to wake up until he made his first save, a dive to stop a furious throw from Greeson. He threw the ball to Alicia and watched her pass it to Angelina, to Katie, back to Angelina, George hit the Bludger at the Slytherin keeper, who was forced to spin to avoid it, and GRYFFINDOR SCORE!!!
Ron heard Lee Jordan's voice and felt calm for the first time that morning. They were winning, and it was his job to keep it that way, Ron thought as he pulled off spectacular save to block a volley from Higgs.
Nine attempts on goal later, Ron failed to save and Slytherin cheers echoed around the stadium. Ron was furious with himself as he threw the quaffle to Katie. It must have shown on his face because as Fred raced past him he yelled "Cheer up bruv!" Ron shook his head, hard, and put his mind back on the game.
Fifteen minutes later, during which Alicia, Angelina and Katie scored thirteen more goals in lightning speed, Harry, who was hovering near the middle of the pitch, went into an incredible dive, and every Gryffindor in the stadium jumped to their feet, straining to see where the snitch was. Draco saw the dive and was hard at his heels in a nanosecond. The people in the stadium, the players included, watched with bated breath as, at the last second, Harry pulled out of the dive and headed off in the opposite direction, leaving Draco to hit the ground and slide off his broom. The cheers and laughter from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the crowd was deafening, and the entire Gryffindor team had to hold onto their brooms to stop from falling off.
Madam Hooch's whistle blew as Madam Pomfrey hurried over to Draco to see if he was all right. He seemed to be fine, however, as he jumped onto his broom and soared back into the air, causing the Slytherins to cheer for their seeker.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle again to resume play, and immediately Harry zoomed across the pitch toward Ron, dived and, before anyone knew what was happening, rose into the air, holding the snitch high above his head.
Ron had cheered for Harry before, he'd been one of the people in the crowd, calling out abuse to the other team and yelling when Harry caught the snitch, but it was entirely different hearing it from a player's perspective. It was deafening. Gryffindor had won 360-10, so you could well and truly say that Gryffindor had creamed them, and by the sounds of it, the other three houses were happy about it.
Fred and George zoomed towards Harry, still crying with laughter at the spectacular Wronski Feint. It had been the first ever time Harry had tried it in a match, and it had worked perfectly.
Ron started to head over to them, but was slightly delayed by Alicia, Katie and Angelina who came racing over to hug him. "You were brilliant!" "That was amazing!" "Oliver eat your heart out!" Ron knew that his ears were so red they were about to sizzle. Harry, Fred and George flew over with big grins on their faces. The Gryffindor team sank slowly onto the ground, laughing at the Wronski feint and the fact they had won by 350 points.
They landed haphazardly on the pitch, where many of the jubilant Gryffindors had already gathered, yelling "GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!", and patting the team on their backs. Harry and Ron looked up to see Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team land with bitter looks on their faces, none so bad as Malfoy, who looked fit to kill the first person that offered him condolences. His eyes locked with Harry's and he gave him a look that said very clearly "You are dead."
Malfoy started to walk towards Harry and Ron, but was distracted by some shouting from the stands. "LOSER! HA!" Malfoy, Harry and Ron looked up to see Daphne in the upper tier of the seating, leaning on the safety rail and pointing down at Draco Malfoy.
Ron and Harry were shocked. Daphne always seemed too much like Hermione to even think about doing something like that. But what they saw next almost made the two of them faint. Hermione was next to Daphne and she started yelling as well.
"LLLLOOOOOSSSSSSEEEEERRRRRR!" All the muggle-borns who had ever seen the Ace Ventura films fell about laughing, and some of them joined in the shouting. Draco Malfoy stared up at the Grangers, who were holding onto each other from laughing so much, with a reddish tinge appearing on his cheeks. Then he saw what was next to them and his face contorted with fury. Lori was sitting on a chair next to Hermione, and she was laughing almost as hard as Daphne and Hermione. She wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced down at the pitch.
Lori saw the look on her brother's face and her insides turned immediately to ice. She stopped laughing at once and looked at the floor. Harry and Ron noticed this and stopped laughing as well. Shaking their heads, they started to walk back up to the school.
Hermione and Daphne were still laughing.
Disclaimer- Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter.
1 Slytherin v Gryffindor
Harry woke up on the day of the quidditch match at five thirty in the morning. Now that he was awake, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep again. Today was his first match as captain- what if they lost? Everyone would just think he wasn't good enough, would they kick him out? Who would be captain instead?
The thoughts kept chasing each other around in his head for he didn't know how long, but he only knew that some time later, he heard a voice say "Harry, you awake?"
Harry sat up and pulled open the hangings to find Ron sitting up on his own bed and looking as though he was going to be sick. Harry felt like kicking himself. Here he was, worrying about himself and forgetting that it was Ron's first ever match. Some friend he was.
"Morning Ron" He said as calmly as he could.
"I think I'm gonna be…" Began Ron, but Harry cut him off. "I know." He said. "but don't worry, you'll be fine. Just imagine the look on Malfoy's face when we beat them." That seemed to cheer Ron up a little, because he got out of bed and started to pull on his robes. Harry did the same and they walked down the stairs together, discussing last minute strategies. They walked into the common room to find Hermione and Lori already up, bent over Lori's charms homework.
"No fair. You never help us." Said Harry, as they wandered over to where they were sitting.
Hermione sat back in her chair and smiled. "Well, I'm always my most vulnerable in the early morning, so that's the only time I let my guard down long enough to agree to help." She said with a grin.
"Forget it then. There's no way I'm getting up this early on a non-match day, even if you would help me with my potions project." Ron said, with a loud yawn. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Yeah well, the early bird catches Hermione's help." Said Lori. Hermione laughed and started to pull her bushy hair up into a ponytail, with the help of the ever-present-now tidying charm. The boys sat there for a few silent minutes, watching Hermione watching Lori answer some questions, but just found their nerves were mounting up again. Finally they couldn't take it anymore, and went down to get some breakfast.
It wasn't long before the rest of the team came down to join them, and they all escaped from the hall before any other people could come down. They got down to the field at about nine, o, clock, an hour before the match was due to start. They sat in the changing rooms, listening to Fred and George's descriptions of their new merchandise, which included a lollipop that made your hair fall out until you finished it, and a watch that kept speeding up, making you think you were late for everything. They were also working on a way to split people apart, into their alter egos, temporarily of course.
At five to ten, they could hear the roar of the crowd outside and knew it was time to go. Ron looked very pale underneath his freckles as they walked out onto the pitch to very loud applause. "How do you do this?" He said faintly to Harry, as he stepped forward to shake the hand of the Slytherin Captain, Simon Greeson. (A/N- I'm not sure who the captain is so I made him up.)
Before Ron knew what was happening, they were in the air and he had somehow flown over to the goalposts he was defending. He heard the whistle as though from far away, and the match began.
Ron didn't seem to wake up until he made his first save, a dive to stop a furious throw from Greeson. He threw the ball to Alicia and watched her pass it to Angelina, to Katie, back to Angelina, George hit the Bludger at the Slytherin keeper, who was forced to spin to avoid it, and GRYFFINDOR SCORE!!!
Ron heard Lee Jordan's voice and felt calm for the first time that morning. They were winning, and it was his job to keep it that way, Ron thought as he pulled off spectacular save to block a volley from Higgs.
Nine attempts on goal later, Ron failed to save and Slytherin cheers echoed around the stadium. Ron was furious with himself as he threw the quaffle to Katie. It must have shown on his face because as Fred raced past him he yelled "Cheer up bruv!" Ron shook his head, hard, and put his mind back on the game.
Fifteen minutes later, during which Alicia, Angelina and Katie scored thirteen more goals in lightning speed, Harry, who was hovering near the middle of the pitch, went into an incredible dive, and every Gryffindor in the stadium jumped to their feet, straining to see where the snitch was. Draco saw the dive and was hard at his heels in a nanosecond. The people in the stadium, the players included, watched with bated breath as, at the last second, Harry pulled out of the dive and headed off in the opposite direction, leaving Draco to hit the ground and slide off his broom. The cheers and laughter from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the crowd was deafening, and the entire Gryffindor team had to hold onto their brooms to stop from falling off.
Madam Hooch's whistle blew as Madam Pomfrey hurried over to Draco to see if he was all right. He seemed to be fine, however, as he jumped onto his broom and soared back into the air, causing the Slytherins to cheer for their seeker.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle again to resume play, and immediately Harry zoomed across the pitch toward Ron, dived and, before anyone knew what was happening, rose into the air, holding the snitch high above his head.
Ron had cheered for Harry before, he'd been one of the people in the crowd, calling out abuse to the other team and yelling when Harry caught the snitch, but it was entirely different hearing it from a player's perspective. It was deafening. Gryffindor had won 360-10, so you could well and truly say that Gryffindor had creamed them, and by the sounds of it, the other three houses were happy about it.
Fred and George zoomed towards Harry, still crying with laughter at the spectacular Wronski Feint. It had been the first ever time Harry had tried it in a match, and it had worked perfectly.
Ron started to head over to them, but was slightly delayed by Alicia, Katie and Angelina who came racing over to hug him. "You were brilliant!" "That was amazing!" "Oliver eat your heart out!" Ron knew that his ears were so red they were about to sizzle. Harry, Fred and George flew over with big grins on their faces. The Gryffindor team sank slowly onto the ground, laughing at the Wronski feint and the fact they had won by 350 points.
They landed haphazardly on the pitch, where many of the jubilant Gryffindors had already gathered, yelling "GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!", and patting the team on their backs. Harry and Ron looked up to see Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team land with bitter looks on their faces, none so bad as Malfoy, who looked fit to kill the first person that offered him condolences. His eyes locked with Harry's and he gave him a look that said very clearly "You are dead."
Malfoy started to walk towards Harry and Ron, but was distracted by some shouting from the stands. "LOSER! HA!" Malfoy, Harry and Ron looked up to see Daphne in the upper tier of the seating, leaning on the safety rail and pointing down at Draco Malfoy.
Ron and Harry were shocked. Daphne always seemed too much like Hermione to even think about doing something like that. But what they saw next almost made the two of them faint. Hermione was next to Daphne and she started yelling as well.
"LLLLOOOOOSSSSSSEEEEERRRRRR!" All the muggle-borns who had ever seen the Ace Ventura films fell about laughing, and some of them joined in the shouting. Draco Malfoy stared up at the Grangers, who were holding onto each other from laughing so much, with a reddish tinge appearing on his cheeks. Then he saw what was next to them and his face contorted with fury. Lori was sitting on a chair next to Hermione, and she was laughing almost as hard as Daphne and Hermione. She wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced down at the pitch.
Lori saw the look on her brother's face and her insides turned immediately to ice. She stopped laughing at once and looked at the floor. Harry and Ron noticed this and stopped laughing as well. Shaking their heads, they started to walk back up to the school.
Hermione and Daphne were still laughing.