A/N: I know, the last chap. was a bit short. But all's forgiven, rite?
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5.
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Chapter 13-Ravenclaw and their big break
Harry and the others started to descend upon the Quidditch pitch. They mounted their brooms, and took off when the doors opened. Lee Jordan once again was announcing the game, this time Professor McGonagall was making sure she had a close eye on him. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws cheered with excitement as the players descended upon the pitch, Cho Chang still with them as their seeker. Joey and Cho glowered at each other, which probably meant that that wasn't a good sign.
Jordan Davies, the Ravenclaw seventh-year Quidditch captain, shook hands with Harry. He also glowered at Harry. They all mounted their brooms, and waited for the Quaffle to be released. The Quaffle was released, and the Chasers were-well-chasing at it. They were so fierce that they started to use the same tactics as Slytherin.
"Oh, and the Quaffle is released! Harry Potter's scanning the screen, the one who-"
"JORDAN! You're not here to spread gossip around the school!"
"Yes, Professor, just telling it as is it! And Angelina scores! Ten nothing for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan said into his magical microphone. Alot of bludgers were being aimed at Joey, and she tried her best to keep them from hitting her. Then one of the beaters accidentally bludgeoned her arm.
"Oops, sorry 'bout that!" The Beater shouted. Joey grasped her arm, the one that was hurting with pain. When she lifted it up, she saw blood on her hand. She looked at the back, and her robes were torn. Blood was spilling increasingly out of the wound. She knew Ravenclaw weren't smart enough to do that. She had begun to grow dizzy; she missed hitting the Quaffle back, and it was scored. Gryffindor were leading thirty to ten, and they needed the snitch soon. Joey was beginning to lose alot of blood, and had finally blackened out. She fell off her broomstick, falling fifty feet to the pit of sand below.
Harry didn't have much time. Joey was out, and the beaters were working hard. Harry had to find the snitch soon, or else they would lose the cup again. Harry finally spotted the snitch, moving around Ravenclaw's Quaffle posts. He speeded around to the posts, and saw that Cho had spotted the snitch as well. She was grinning, determined to grab the snitch that would cost Gryffindor the Quidditch cup. But Cho's comet two sixty was no match for the Firebolt; it was much faster in many areas. Harry sped up, he knew that Cho would get to the snitch first if he didn't hurry up.
As he got to the posts, he collided with Cho. This ended up with a scream for her. But Cho managed to stay on her broom, and was determined more than ever to beat Harry Potter, the Quidditch legend. She bumped into him, trying to knock him off his broom, when they were practically foot's length to the ground of the pitch. Harry held out his hand, but Cho pushed it away. Harry urged his broom to move faster, but it could only gain a few inches. Harry emerged his hand once more and tried a few times to grab the snitch, but it moved whenever his hand tried to grab it.
It was useless; the more time he used, the less chances of Gryffindor winning the match. Cho was trying hard to keep up with him. He made one more try for the snitch; it seemed to respond him. He had caught it.
"And Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins the match!" The Gryffindors cheered with excitement; Ravenclaw disapointed that for another time, Gryffindor had beat them. Harry had waved his hand in the air, the one with the Golden Snitch in it. He did again; he won the match, Cho didn't distract him anymore. But, in spite of that, he had totally forgotten that Joey had collasped onto the sand pit in the middle of the game. He sped up his broom to reach her.
"Joey!" Harry got off his broom as fast as possible, to reach the pile of reds and golds to where Joey was.
"Don't worry, Potter, we are taking her to the Hospital Wing now. Guciasi, let me see that Beater." The beater who had orginally hit Joey in the first place handed the Beater to Professor McGonagall. She examined it very carefully. Out of the side of the beater, was a small piece of blade.
"As I thought. It is lined with poison." They all gasped at the comment. Harry felt his scar hurting. He knew this was done by the work of Voldemort.
Joey had started to emerge from unconciousness.
Where am I? How long have I been here? she thought. Then she looked up. She was in the hospital wing. And Ron was in a chair on the side, reading and writing on a piece of parchment.
"Oh. Hey." Ron went back to writing. He was writing an essay for History of Magic.
"Hi. Where's Harry? And Hermione?" Joey started to get up.
"No, don't get up! You'll aggrivate it more. Harry's at a Quidditch practice, and Hermione's pouring over the books in the library."
"And you got stuck with me." A long silence followed. They were both extremely uncomfortable in these kind of settings. "Look, Ron, I know we don't really get along well...but, I was thinking, why don't we try to get to know each other better? I mean, for Harry's sake." Ron stopped writing. "Ok, then."
They first started out by re-introducing each other ('But it's so stupid!'), then asking each other what they did, etc. They continued this(and found out that they had alot in common) when Harry entered the hospital room, still in his Quidditch robes, all muddy and dirty from the rain.
"Hey, Ron, Hermione's looking for you in the common room, she needs you urgently." Harry pointed behind him, to where the common room was supposed to be.
"Oh, thanks, Harry, I'll see you later Joey." Ron waved good-bye to Joey, then hurried off to the common room. Harry was relieved to see Joey concious and in the real world.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked with slight worry. Joey smiled at him.
"Yeah. But I gotta ask: what happened?" Joey asked. Harry explained the whole thing to her, including the part about where his scar hurt and that he thought Voldemort was back.
"You mean, You-Know-Who is back? But, how can he? I mean, he can't touch you while Dumbledore is in power at the school." Joey said with a concerning tone.
"I know. I think he's hiding. Deep down. Maybe in the forbidden forest, I'm not sure. But I'm absoulutely sure that he's back-and more powerful." said Harry. He and Joey talked for a while, then Madam Pomfrey shooed him back to his common room.. Joey now only had the company of the knocked out Ravenclaw Chaser, Nicholas Greyser. Joey thought this was going to be a long night.
Disclaimer: Same as Chpt. 5.
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Chapter 13-Ravenclaw and their big break
Harry and the others started to descend upon the Quidditch pitch. They mounted their brooms, and took off when the doors opened. Lee Jordan once again was announcing the game, this time Professor McGonagall was making sure she had a close eye on him. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws cheered with excitement as the players descended upon the pitch, Cho Chang still with them as their seeker. Joey and Cho glowered at each other, which probably meant that that wasn't a good sign.
Jordan Davies, the Ravenclaw seventh-year Quidditch captain, shook hands with Harry. He also glowered at Harry. They all mounted their brooms, and waited for the Quaffle to be released. The Quaffle was released, and the Chasers were-well-chasing at it. They were so fierce that they started to use the same tactics as Slytherin.
"Oh, and the Quaffle is released! Harry Potter's scanning the screen, the one who-"
"JORDAN! You're not here to spread gossip around the school!"
"Yes, Professor, just telling it as is it! And Angelina scores! Ten nothing for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan said into his magical microphone. Alot of bludgers were being aimed at Joey, and she tried her best to keep them from hitting her. Then one of the beaters accidentally bludgeoned her arm.
"Oops, sorry 'bout that!" The Beater shouted. Joey grasped her arm, the one that was hurting with pain. When she lifted it up, she saw blood on her hand. She looked at the back, and her robes were torn. Blood was spilling increasingly out of the wound. She knew Ravenclaw weren't smart enough to do that. She had begun to grow dizzy; she missed hitting the Quaffle back, and it was scored. Gryffindor were leading thirty to ten, and they needed the snitch soon. Joey was beginning to lose alot of blood, and had finally blackened out. She fell off her broomstick, falling fifty feet to the pit of sand below.
Harry didn't have much time. Joey was out, and the beaters were working hard. Harry had to find the snitch soon, or else they would lose the cup again. Harry finally spotted the snitch, moving around Ravenclaw's Quaffle posts. He speeded around to the posts, and saw that Cho had spotted the snitch as well. She was grinning, determined to grab the snitch that would cost Gryffindor the Quidditch cup. But Cho's comet two sixty was no match for the Firebolt; it was much faster in many areas. Harry sped up, he knew that Cho would get to the snitch first if he didn't hurry up.
As he got to the posts, he collided with Cho. This ended up with a scream for her. But Cho managed to stay on her broom, and was determined more than ever to beat Harry Potter, the Quidditch legend. She bumped into him, trying to knock him off his broom, when they were practically foot's length to the ground of the pitch. Harry held out his hand, but Cho pushed it away. Harry urged his broom to move faster, but it could only gain a few inches. Harry emerged his hand once more and tried a few times to grab the snitch, but it moved whenever his hand tried to grab it.
It was useless; the more time he used, the less chances of Gryffindor winning the match. Cho was trying hard to keep up with him. He made one more try for the snitch; it seemed to respond him. He had caught it.
"And Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins the match!" The Gryffindors cheered with excitement; Ravenclaw disapointed that for another time, Gryffindor had beat them. Harry had waved his hand in the air, the one with the Golden Snitch in it. He did again; he won the match, Cho didn't distract him anymore. But, in spite of that, he had totally forgotten that Joey had collasped onto the sand pit in the middle of the game. He sped up his broom to reach her.
"Joey!" Harry got off his broom as fast as possible, to reach the pile of reds and golds to where Joey was.
"Don't worry, Potter, we are taking her to the Hospital Wing now. Guciasi, let me see that Beater." The beater who had orginally hit Joey in the first place handed the Beater to Professor McGonagall. She examined it very carefully. Out of the side of the beater, was a small piece of blade.
"As I thought. It is lined with poison." They all gasped at the comment. Harry felt his scar hurting. He knew this was done by the work of Voldemort.
Joey had started to emerge from unconciousness.
Where am I? How long have I been here? she thought. Then she looked up. She was in the hospital wing. And Ron was in a chair on the side, reading and writing on a piece of parchment.
"Oh. Hey." Ron went back to writing. He was writing an essay for History of Magic.
"Hi. Where's Harry? And Hermione?" Joey started to get up.
"No, don't get up! You'll aggrivate it more. Harry's at a Quidditch practice, and Hermione's pouring over the books in the library."
"And you got stuck with me." A long silence followed. They were both extremely uncomfortable in these kind of settings. "Look, Ron, I know we don't really get along well...but, I was thinking, why don't we try to get to know each other better? I mean, for Harry's sake." Ron stopped writing. "Ok, then."
They first started out by re-introducing each other ('But it's so stupid!'), then asking each other what they did, etc. They continued this(and found out that they had alot in common) when Harry entered the hospital room, still in his Quidditch robes, all muddy and dirty from the rain.
"Hey, Ron, Hermione's looking for you in the common room, she needs you urgently." Harry pointed behind him, to where the common room was supposed to be.
"Oh, thanks, Harry, I'll see you later Joey." Ron waved good-bye to Joey, then hurried off to the common room. Harry was relieved to see Joey concious and in the real world.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked with slight worry. Joey smiled at him.
"Yeah. But I gotta ask: what happened?" Joey asked. Harry explained the whole thing to her, including the part about where his scar hurt and that he thought Voldemort was back.
"You mean, You-Know-Who is back? But, how can he? I mean, he can't touch you while Dumbledore is in power at the school." Joey said with a concerning tone.
"I know. I think he's hiding. Deep down. Maybe in the forbidden forest, I'm not sure. But I'm absoulutely sure that he's back-and more powerful." said Harry. He and Joey talked for a while, then Madam Pomfrey shooed him back to his common room.. Joey now only had the company of the knocked out Ravenclaw Chaser, Nicholas Greyser. Joey thought this was going to be a long night.