Disclaimer: Always with the disclaiming. All ownership of Harry Potter & Co. belongs to the great J.K. Rowling, the luck bum. I get to claim Benny and Kate and the Okasan Cats. Whoop-de-doo. ::grins::  

Quidditch Throughout the Dimensions

Part One

The crowd's roars echoed throughout the small stadium. The lights lit the whole field, lighting the players as they moved across the grass. The sweet smell of fall was blowing through as an evening wind curled around the football field.

"Benny, over here!" came a cry from above. Benjamin Leis turned and saw his friend standing among the crowd, waving her arm in the air. He waved back, then began to climb the steps of the bleachers. He stopped about half way up and slide into the seat next to his friend Kate Samuels, nicknamed Potter for a certain obsession well known around school.

"What's the score, Potter?" Benny asked as he rubbed his hands together. Besides the chill in the air, it was a prefect night for a football game. The Okasan Cats were doing fairly well this season. Granted, it was only the third match-up of the year, but they'd won their first two games and things were looking good tonight.

"I have no idea," Potter said. Benny looked over at her and groaned. Like always, Potter's nose was buried in another book.

"Please, just tell me it's different-" he stopped when he saw the cover of the book. "Again?" he asked her.

Potter giggled, but never moved her eyes from the page. "It's a good book! Way more interesting then this stupid game. I can't believe I let you talk me into coming."

Benny's attention was back at the game, causing him to miss Potter's last sentence. "Oh, sorry. What did you say?"

Potter just rolled her eyes and continued reading. Benny watched as the quarterback pulled back and threw far down the field to the receiver. He ran it in and Benny leapt up with the crowd, whooping and hollering.

He sat back down and turned to smile at Potter, but she hadn't even realized a touchdown had been made. Benny just shook his head and looked back to the game. He'd been late arriving because of work, and it was almost halftime.

"Hey, Potter, could you look at me for a minute, trying conversing with a real human being perhaps?" he asked her over the yelling.

She looked up at him and frowned. "I'm at my favorite part!"

"Which part is that?" Benny asked her out of curiosity. He'd never read the Harry Potter books before, but he knew the basic plot of it. Boy is orphaned and brought up his evil relatives. Boy discovers he is wizard. Boy then has to defeat an evil wizard.

Potter smiled at him. "Quidditch," she replied simply.

Benny stared at her, waiting for more, but she seemed to be happy with her answer. "And that is…?" he asked her.

Potter's mouth dropped open. "I've never told you about Quidditch! Well, its way better then any of these kinds of sports," she said as she motioned to the football field.

Benny laughed. "No way. I don't believe it. Nothing's better then football."

Potter smiled at him. "How about football on brooms?"

Benny raised an eyebrow at her, then looked back to the game. "I think that would be pretty muchly impossible, Potter."

"No it wouldn't," Potter said quickly. Benny should have known better then to get into an argument over Harry Potter with Kate. "Each team in Quidditch has seven players. One Keeper, one seeker, two beaters and three chasers."

"Beaters?" Benny asked with a laugh. He hadn't looked from the game, but he was listening to her.

"Yes, beater. Don't get any lewd thoughts in your head," Potter said with a laugh. "Anyways, there are three different kinds of balls. There's the quaffle, which the chasers trying to get through these big hoops that the Keeper protects. Then there are the bludgers that the Beaters try to hit into the players on the other team. Lastly, there's the golden snitch, which the Seeker flies around and tries to grab."

Benny had finally look at her from the game after a turnover and smiled at her. "You've read those books way to many times."

"You jerkface," Potter laughed as she brought her book back up. "It's really easy to get after seeing it."

Benny shook his head at her. "You've never seen them play!"

"Sure I have, in my head."

Benny laughed and looked back at the game. The clock was counting down the last few minutes of the first half. "So how does one win a game of Quidditch?"

Potter lowered her book for a second and glared at him. "I don't want you to patronize me Benny."

Benny held up his hands. "Who's patronizing?! I really want to know. You still haven't proved to me that Quidditch is better then football."

Potter looked back to her book. "Who ever has the most points at the end of the game wins, but the game doesn't end until the Seeker gets the snitch, which gives their team 150 points."

Benny opened his mouth to say something, but the buzzer for the end of the first half rang out instead. He looked over at the scoreboard and saw it was all still tied up. "Damn. The Bulldogs are better then I thought," he mumbled to himself. Potter raised an eyebrow, but continued on with her reading.

Benny stood up and stretched his arms out. "I'm going to get something from the concession stands. You want anything?"

Potter thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm good."

"Ok," Benny said as he turned and took a step down. Just as he did, the man in front of them also stood up. His son just had to have a hotdog, but Dad couldn't miss his daughter in the band. He stood up pretty quickly, right smack into Benny. Benny went to grab the railing that ran down the middle of the stairs, but missed.

The back of Benny's head smacked pretty hard on the metal stairs. Potter cried his name just as he hit, but it never reached his ears. The last thing he remembered was looking up at the stars in the sky. After that, Benny blacked out.

****Notes****

Yay for chapter one! I know just about nothing about football. I kept having to ask my sisters for the different words. I figured it was best if I left it as much as possible out of the story. I got the idea for this story one time while I was at a football game with a friend. It's not that I hate football, I just find Quidditch to be much more exciting. Anyways, I promise you a whole hell of a lot of Quidditch action in the next chapter.