Disclaimer: I own nothing in the world of Harry Potter. I own the rights
to nothing. Even the plot that I intend to force upon the characters of
Harry Potter. Though, the plot is of my own creation; I just don't own it
in any legally binding sense.
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"Harry, Watch Out!!!"
Harry spun around on his Firebolt 03, just in time to see a bludger accelerating at a dangerous speed to the general proximity of his head.
Pulling the brooms handle, he did a quick series of turns narrowly escaping a permanently dented skull. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't quick enough. The bludger whistled past his ear and impacted with a painful crack upon his shoulder. Happy with its work, the bludger zoomed off to entertain itself with a Ravenclaw player.
"Shit Harry, I didn't think the bastard would do that." One of the Weasley twins came over to Harry's side. Unable to determine which twin it was, due to the all consuming pain, Harry opted to grimace. "But don't ya worry. Me and George will get 'I'm back for you. Do you think you can play well enough to catch the snitch? We can't have our best seeker down."
Harry nodded his head towards Fred. "Yea, I can catch it, as long as I don't have to do anything with my left arm."
"Eh, just try your hardest to win. We've won the Quidditch Cup the last five years with you on the team, and it would be sweet to win it six years in a row. And look on the bright side Harry, at least Lockhart's not here to de-bone you arm, and you can go to the infirmary after the game!"
"Funny Fred, real funny..."
Carefully wiping off his glasses with the sleeve of his robe, Harry began to search for the snitch in hopes of finding it before Cho Chang.
"And Gryffindor scores!!! Nice shot Alicia. Perfect form if I may say so myself. A shot like that can only come from an inborn talent. And the girls got talent! No chaser in Ravenclaw can b----"
"Lee Jordan, get back the game this instant! Honestly, I don't know why I've allowed you to stay on as commentator. One more digression from the actual play of the game, and I will find a replacement!"
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall. Well the score is 90 to 70, Ravenclaw. Hopefully, the Gryffindor seeker will be able to catch the snitch with that damaged arm. Bludger got him good."
Up in the air, Harry slowly circled around the pitch. The pain in his arm had intensified, if anything, and was making it exceedingly difficult for him to concentrate. Then, through his peripheral vision, Harry saw Cho go down into a dive.
iCrap she's spotted the snitch!/i
Leaning down into his broom, Harry raced after the other seeker whom was already closing in on the flighty ball of gold. Yet, Harry's Firebolt 03 could of outstripped Cho's Nimbus 2000, the standard broom each house team member was issued, in any competition of speed.
Harry had reached only a brooms length away from Cho, and was passing her fast. iI'm so close. Almost there, almost there... yes, got it!/i Harry's hand wrapped tightly around the small ball, ensuring a Gryffindor win.
Touching down, Harry was elated as he got off his broom. The rest of the players touched down. All high with the rush that accompanied a game well played.
Hermione came running down from the stands, and latched herself onto Harry in a great big hug. As Ron dismounted his own broom, Hermione hugged her boyfriend tight and gave him a kiss. "You two were amazing. Lovely catch Harry, and Ron you did a damn good job as keeper." Punctuating her words with another quick kiss, she settled into Ron's arm around her waist.
"Yea! Great game mate." Grinning, Ron said, enthusiastically patting him on the back. "Absolutely amazing how you caught the snitch right out from under Cho's nose like that. Brilliant, jus' Brilliant."
The energetic congratulations painfully reminded Harry of his hurt shoulder. Cringing, Harry looked at his friends. "I think I need to go to the infirmary. That bludger really messed with my shoulder. Ron, could ya take my broom back for me." Seeing Ron's nod of consent Harry headed off to the infirmary. "Thanks man."
"Harry wait!" Hermione came running up behind him. "I'll come with you to make sure you're okay."
"You really don't have to do that Hermione I'm sure I'll be fine."
"You may be fine, but I read in a book that when energies are high, often the effects of an injury are overshadowed by the excitement, and the injured person may pass out from the sudden rush of pain to the brain. So, though you may be fine, I'm coming with you. I can't have you past out in an empty hall for days. What would I do if you were gone, and I had to spend all of each day with Ron, with no time away from him. I need some alone time! And when you and Ron hang out, I get quality alone time."
"I see. So you walking me to the infirmary under the pretense of being a loving friend. When really you're just protecting your own selfish needs." Harry grinned at the shorter girl.
"Exactly, Harry."
Laughing, the two entered Hogwarts. But the effort need to laugh pushed Harry's over exerted body past his limits and he passed out in the entrance hall. Sighing, Hermione did a quick levitation charm and brought the unconscious Harry to the infirmary waiting room.
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Opening his eyes Harry realized several things all at once. First, he could not see anything clearly. Second, he seemed to by laying on a bed that was not his own; lastly, his shoulder no longer hurt. Pawing at the bed-side table Harry picked up his glasses and glanced around. iI'm in the infirmary. How did I get here?/i
"Ah, Harry, good, good, you're awake. You missed dinner, but I had the house elves bring you up some food." Checking Harry over, Madame Pomfery bustled about the bed. "Here, boy, eat this chocolate. Quidditch is such a violent game. I don't know why Albus doesn't take stronger safety precautions.
Choking on the chocolate, hastily stuffed in his mouth, Harry shot Madame Pomfery a look. "Can I go?"
"Not until you eat your dinner, dear. Eat, and then you may leave."
"Fine." Not wanting to stay in the infirmary longer than necessary Harry started devouring the food set in front of him.
From behind a curtain Harry could hear two voices arguing.
"You have to take the potion Mister Malfoy. I'm sorry but there's no way of getting out of this." Madame Pomfery's stern voice drifted over to Harry. "I can not allow you to leave until you drink."
"Fine. Give me the damn potion." Malfoy's voice was saturated with ice. "I don't give a fuck anymore. I've been here for hours. I just want to leave."
Through the curtain Harry could see Madame Pomfery disappear into a side room, and return with a flask. "This is it Mister Malfoy. Drink."
"Shut up, and leave me alone."
"I'm not leaving until you drink. It would also be wise to develop some manners child. You won't get far in life with an attitude like that!"
"Shut up." Sounding exasperated, Harry could see the outline of his in school nemesis bring the potion to his lips and drink. "Happy?" Not sounding at all please, Harry heard Malfoy's boots viciously tapping against the linoleum floor as he stalked out of the infirmary.
iWhat in Merlin's name was that about?/i
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If you think my story is the most boring piece of work you've read, tell me!! I want to know what people think. Be it positive or negative. Though preferably positive.. I crave feed back, and urge you to review!!
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"Harry, Watch Out!!!"
Harry spun around on his Firebolt 03, just in time to see a bludger accelerating at a dangerous speed to the general proximity of his head.
Pulling the brooms handle, he did a quick series of turns narrowly escaping a permanently dented skull. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't quick enough. The bludger whistled past his ear and impacted with a painful crack upon his shoulder. Happy with its work, the bludger zoomed off to entertain itself with a Ravenclaw player.
"Shit Harry, I didn't think the bastard would do that." One of the Weasley twins came over to Harry's side. Unable to determine which twin it was, due to the all consuming pain, Harry opted to grimace. "But don't ya worry. Me and George will get 'I'm back for you. Do you think you can play well enough to catch the snitch? We can't have our best seeker down."
Harry nodded his head towards Fred. "Yea, I can catch it, as long as I don't have to do anything with my left arm."
"Eh, just try your hardest to win. We've won the Quidditch Cup the last five years with you on the team, and it would be sweet to win it six years in a row. And look on the bright side Harry, at least Lockhart's not here to de-bone you arm, and you can go to the infirmary after the game!"
"Funny Fred, real funny..."
Carefully wiping off his glasses with the sleeve of his robe, Harry began to search for the snitch in hopes of finding it before Cho Chang.
"And Gryffindor scores!!! Nice shot Alicia. Perfect form if I may say so myself. A shot like that can only come from an inborn talent. And the girls got talent! No chaser in Ravenclaw can b----"
"Lee Jordan, get back the game this instant! Honestly, I don't know why I've allowed you to stay on as commentator. One more digression from the actual play of the game, and I will find a replacement!"
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall. Well the score is 90 to 70, Ravenclaw. Hopefully, the Gryffindor seeker will be able to catch the snitch with that damaged arm. Bludger got him good."
Up in the air, Harry slowly circled around the pitch. The pain in his arm had intensified, if anything, and was making it exceedingly difficult for him to concentrate. Then, through his peripheral vision, Harry saw Cho go down into a dive.
iCrap she's spotted the snitch!/i
Leaning down into his broom, Harry raced after the other seeker whom was already closing in on the flighty ball of gold. Yet, Harry's Firebolt 03 could of outstripped Cho's Nimbus 2000, the standard broom each house team member was issued, in any competition of speed.
Harry had reached only a brooms length away from Cho, and was passing her fast. iI'm so close. Almost there, almost there... yes, got it!/i Harry's hand wrapped tightly around the small ball, ensuring a Gryffindor win.
Touching down, Harry was elated as he got off his broom. The rest of the players touched down. All high with the rush that accompanied a game well played.
Hermione came running down from the stands, and latched herself onto Harry in a great big hug. As Ron dismounted his own broom, Hermione hugged her boyfriend tight and gave him a kiss. "You two were amazing. Lovely catch Harry, and Ron you did a damn good job as keeper." Punctuating her words with another quick kiss, she settled into Ron's arm around her waist.
"Yea! Great game mate." Grinning, Ron said, enthusiastically patting him on the back. "Absolutely amazing how you caught the snitch right out from under Cho's nose like that. Brilliant, jus' Brilliant."
The energetic congratulations painfully reminded Harry of his hurt shoulder. Cringing, Harry looked at his friends. "I think I need to go to the infirmary. That bludger really messed with my shoulder. Ron, could ya take my broom back for me." Seeing Ron's nod of consent Harry headed off to the infirmary. "Thanks man."
"Harry wait!" Hermione came running up behind him. "I'll come with you to make sure you're okay."
"You really don't have to do that Hermione I'm sure I'll be fine."
"You may be fine, but I read in a book that when energies are high, often the effects of an injury are overshadowed by the excitement, and the injured person may pass out from the sudden rush of pain to the brain. So, though you may be fine, I'm coming with you. I can't have you past out in an empty hall for days. What would I do if you were gone, and I had to spend all of each day with Ron, with no time away from him. I need some alone time! And when you and Ron hang out, I get quality alone time."
"I see. So you walking me to the infirmary under the pretense of being a loving friend. When really you're just protecting your own selfish needs." Harry grinned at the shorter girl.
"Exactly, Harry."
Laughing, the two entered Hogwarts. But the effort need to laugh pushed Harry's over exerted body past his limits and he passed out in the entrance hall. Sighing, Hermione did a quick levitation charm and brought the unconscious Harry to the infirmary waiting room.
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Opening his eyes Harry realized several things all at once. First, he could not see anything clearly. Second, he seemed to by laying on a bed that was not his own; lastly, his shoulder no longer hurt. Pawing at the bed-side table Harry picked up his glasses and glanced around. iI'm in the infirmary. How did I get here?/i
"Ah, Harry, good, good, you're awake. You missed dinner, but I had the house elves bring you up some food." Checking Harry over, Madame Pomfery bustled about the bed. "Here, boy, eat this chocolate. Quidditch is such a violent game. I don't know why Albus doesn't take stronger safety precautions.
Choking on the chocolate, hastily stuffed in his mouth, Harry shot Madame Pomfery a look. "Can I go?"
"Not until you eat your dinner, dear. Eat, and then you may leave."
"Fine." Not wanting to stay in the infirmary longer than necessary Harry started devouring the food set in front of him.
From behind a curtain Harry could hear two voices arguing.
"You have to take the potion Mister Malfoy. I'm sorry but there's no way of getting out of this." Madame Pomfery's stern voice drifted over to Harry. "I can not allow you to leave until you drink."
"Fine. Give me the damn potion." Malfoy's voice was saturated with ice. "I don't give a fuck anymore. I've been here for hours. I just want to leave."
Through the curtain Harry could see Madame Pomfery disappear into a side room, and return with a flask. "This is it Mister Malfoy. Drink."
"Shut up, and leave me alone."
"I'm not leaving until you drink. It would also be wise to develop some manners child. You won't get far in life with an attitude like that!"
"Shut up." Sounding exasperated, Harry could see the outline of his in school nemesis bring the potion to his lips and drink. "Happy?" Not sounding at all please, Harry heard Malfoy's boots viciously tapping against the linoleum floor as he stalked out of the infirmary.
iWhat in Merlin's name was that about?/i
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Enjoy??
If you think my story is the most boring piece of work you've read, tell me!! I want to know what people think. Be it positive or negative. Though preferably positive.. I crave feed back, and urge you to review!!