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A/N: Hi! It's Quidditch-time! The first game Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Make your bets! Hermione is convinced that Gryffindor will win the game, Draco is more than sure that the winning side will be Slytherin. They're having a pretty loud conversation about it next to me. Oh, God, please make them shut up!
My beta reader is this time only Luinthoron *waves at him*. I don't know what I'd without you, Luin. Thanks. About Puzzler... I must have misplaced her. And I just cannot find her. Girl, where are you? I need you, you know. You're the only one from the trio working on this story (the others would be my other beta Luinthoron and I) who speaks english as her native language!
--Altair
Dear Diary...
We won! We won the game! We beat Slytherin! I'm so happy! I just can't believ that we won! It's just too good to be true. You should have seen Malfoy's face when Harry's hand shot up, presenting the audience the golden Snitch. I was so happy I could have kissed Ron! Harry had won the game AND HE LIVED!
Well, I think I should begin at the beginning. That would mean breakfast. Harry was so nervous, he wouldn't even eat. And Seamus wasn't any help with his talk about how the Seekers getting always clobbered by the other team. But surprisingly enough Harry made it to the game AND through the game without dying of fear. Maybe our banner helped? We made a huge banner saying 'Potter for President' out of sheets Ron's pet rat had ruined and Dean painted a huge Gryffindor lion underneath the text. I charmed it to flash in different colours. It's a great banner, if I can say so. I'm really proud of all of us. The idea fot the banner came from Neville, by the way. We were really surprised, but then we decided it was a really great idea. I'd like to think that it helped Harry in the game. I really hope it did.
The game was commented by a Gryffindor third year. His name is Some-Thing Jordan. He's a friend of Ron's twin brothers. Well, I really cannot say that he didn't take parts. He was really cheering fot the Gryffindors and seemed to be really mad when Slytherin got the Quaffle. I think I like his commenting. They really deserve it, the bloody Slytherins! And Snape above all. He tried to kill Harry! I saw it with my own very eyes! That was the worst part of the game. Harry lost control over his broom. It was Hagrid who pointed out that only powerful dark magic could jinx a decent broom like a Nimbus Two Thousand. There was no question of who did it. I just had to be sure. So I took my binoculars and looked around in the crowd. And then I saw him. Snape. His eyes fixed on Harry, muttering something under his breath. We had no time to loose. I told Ron what was happening and took off in the direction where I had seen the Professor standing. I had to distract him, break the eye contact so the spell would end. I was in such a hurry I accidentally knocked Professor Quirell headfirst into the row in front of him, but I had no time to apologize to him. I think I should do it tomorrow... Then I used the Bluebell Fire spell to put Snape's robes in fire. It took him several seconds to realize he was on fire, but then he turned around, breaking the eye contact to Harry. It was high time to do that. Harry, who had been clinging to his broom with only one hand, regained the control over his broom and managed to climb back on top of it. But he was still speeding toward the ground. I already thought something had gone wrong. Suddenly he clapped his hands over his mouth and then he hit the ground on all fours. But he had done it! He had catched the Snitch. He had almost swallowed it, but he had it in his hand now and we had won! The winning score was, if you'd like to know, 170:60.
We went to Hagrid's. He made us some tea and we explained to him that it was Snape's doing that Harry had almost died. Hagrid wouldn't believe us. We even told him that Snape had tried to get past the tree-headed dog, and he still wouldn't believe us! But he told us that he owned the monster dog. He called it Fluffy! Can you believe it?! He also slipped the name Nicholas Flamel to us accidentally. If I only knew who this man is, I could maybe get an idea of what Fluffy is guarding there!
Good night, dear Diary!
Hermione
A/N: Well, did your team win or loose? Hermione's dancing with joy around the room while Draco's furious. It seemes like the two of them had a bet going on. He's muttering "Ten Galleons" under his breath over and over again... *grin* I hope you enjoyed this. Please, review!