Quidditch Throughout the Dimensions

Part Two

Benny could hear a few voices above him, but his eyes seemed to be sealed shut. He heard a groan escape his mouth and wondered what in the hell was going on.

"He seems to be coming around," one voice said.

"Great. That means we don't have to stop play," a second voice above Benny said loudly.

"Jeez Wood, can't you wait a few minutes? That Bludger almost took his head off!"

"His head is still attached. Hey Fred! Fred! Wake up!"

Suddenly, Benny felt two hands on his shoulders, then they were shaking him. His eyes finally popped open. A grinning face peered down at him. Benny moaned again and sat up. "What's going on?" his voice croaked out.

The grin faltered on the guy's face. "Fred? Come on Fred, knock it off. George, he's just playing right?"

Another face moved over Benny. "I think so Wood. Sometimes it's even hard for me to tell though. Hey, Fred, come on and get up. Slytherian won't wait forever." With that, the boy stretched out his arm and pulled Benny to his feet.

Six kids were standing around him. Three girls and three boys were staring at Benny. All of them wore the strangest get-ups and, if Benny was seeing right, they all held a broomstick in hand. "What in the hell is going on?" he asked again. "Where's Potter?"

The two boys who'd been hanging over him exchanged glances. Then the one named George pointed to the littlest boy. "Potter's right there Fred. I don't know why you're so worried about him though. He's not the one that just fell twenty feet to the ground after getting hit my a Bludger. That damn Slytherian beater. We'll get him back once we're in the air again."

Benny stared at the boy as though he was speaking a different language. "Right…" he trailed off while looking around. "I think I missed something."

The George kid laughed and hooked an arm around Benny's neck. "Yeah Wood, he's just playing. Come on. Let's get this thing rolling again!"

With that, the others shouted in agreement, and then to Benny's astonishment they jumped on their broomsticks and actually flew into the sky, leaving Benny with this George character.

Benny's mouth dropped open, causing the kid the laugh. "Eh, come on Fred! Let's get those Slytherians back, aye?" With that, he handed Benny a broomstick. Benny took it without thinking, then just stood staring at it.

"I've lost my mind," he said to himself as he watched George take off like the others. Benny looked down at the broom in his hand. "This is nuts." Benny took a deep breath and looked around him. All around him was a stadium, circling a large field. The stadium had large pillars where the spectator could sit atop, probably to see the action in the air. At either end of the field were three poles with rings set at the top.

George flew by Benny after a few moments. "Hey Fred! You're going to need this!" and he threw a small mallet to Benny.

By now, Benny was getting more then a little flustered with the whole situation. He began to call after the boy but he'd already flown away again. Benny gave a frustrated grunt, then climbed onto the broomstick. He'd run out of ideas and since everyone else seemed to be taking part in this twilight zone episode, he might as well too.

Benny lifted his feet slowly and pulled up on the broom's handle. He was shocked to find that he was floating steadily into the air. "Holy shit," he muttered to himself. This was unbelievable. He pulled up farhter and sped up even farther. He looked down and saw he was thirty or so feet in the air.

He looked around and saw the six who'd been standing around him floating about the air. The Wood guy was hovering around the poles at one end of the field, the Potter kid was higher up, looking around the stadium and the other four were flying around. George held an identical mallet in his hand and Benny watched him smack a brown ball that was flying through the sky.

"Mr. Weasley, are you ready you begin?" came a voice from behind him. He turned the broom and came to a stop before an older women. Her gray hair spiked up off the top of her head and she too was perched atop a broomstick.

"Aah, sure," Benny said. "But my names not Weasley. It's Leis."

The woman laughed and shook his head. "Whatever you say Weasley. Let's finish this game." At that, she pulled out a whistle and gave it a shire blast.

All pandemonium broke lose with that whistle. Two green blurs flew by Benny followed by three red blurs. Benny flew farhter up and turned to watch them. One of the green blurs was carrying a large red ball under an arm. He pulled it out and threw it hard at one of the rings. Wood flew up and blocked the throw though, then turned and tossed it to one of the girls.

"Oy! Fred! Watch yourself!" George shouted from behind him. He swung his mallet and a loud crack rang out as another one of the brown balls went flying towards one of the green player.

"Jesus!" Benny yelled as he grabbed his broomstick tighter.

Suddenly, a figure came to a stop right next to him. It was the Potter boy. He looked concerned and motioned towards Benny. "Hey, Fred. You OK? You act like you've never played Quidditch before."

"Quidditch?!" Benny shouted as he stared at the boy.

Potter laughed. "Yeah. Come on Fred. You know Slytherian always plays dirty, George is going to need some help with those Bludgers." The kid's eyes were still searching the sky as he talked and he stopped for a moment. Then he tore off through the sky.

Benny couldn't believe what was going on. He was playing Quidditch with the characters from Harry Potter. He had lost it. Kate had told him about this crazy sport and now he was stuck playing it. The Potter kid was the Seeker, the three girls were Chasers, the Wood guy was the Keeper infront of the goals, which left him and George as the Beaters. He looked down at the mallet in his hand, then back up at the game. He let out a yelp as he saw a Bludger heading towards his head. He pulled himself back, then swung with everything he had.

"Hey! There ya go Fred!" George cried as he raced by. "Back to your old self!"

Benny laughed and flew off around the field. He pulled himself to a stop and swung again at a Bludger. He tried to aim it at one of the boys in the green. It flew right at him, but the boy ducked. Benny laughed again and looked around at the other players.

The girls seemed to be pulling off a far amount of goals. He paused for a second and listened to the commentary. A loud voice was booming throughout the stadium. "And Gryffindor pulls into a commanding lead with the score standing at 30 to zero! Potter is still zooming around, trying to hunt down that Snitch, Malfoy right on his tail. I think Fred Weasley finally realized what's going on as he pummels another Bludger at Slytherian Captain Marcus Flint!"

Benny realized they voice was talking about him and he took off again. He pulled himself up infront of Wood and whacked another Bludger at one of the Slytherian players. Wood shouted thanks as Benny flew off.

The commentary roared throughout the stadium again. It seemed Potter had spotted the snitch and was tearing around the field, this Malfoy kid right behind him. Benny watched them closing in on him, along with a Bludger. Benny pulled himself up and in front of the Bludger, then his pulled back and hit it as hard as he could right at Malfoy.

The Bludger caught the tail end of Malfoy's broom, spinning the kid out of the way. Potter was free to catch the snitch. Benny saw the small glint of gold in front of Potter's hand, then it disappeared as the kid's hand surrounded it.

The voice cried out among the cheers of the crowd. "Potter grabs it! He's got the Snitch! Gryffindor receives 150 points, ending the game with Gryffindor 190, Slytherian 20! Gryffindor wins!"

The cheers from the crowd were amazing. Benny floated in the air, listening to the shouts and screams. Potter flew by with a large grin on his face, pumping his hand in the air. Benny called out a congrats to him. The seven of them formed a small group of grinning players.

"Way to go Potter!" the three girls called to him.

George slapped five with Benny and then with Wood. Benny couldn't help grinning. It had been a great game. He'd never seen such action on a field. The feeling of the wind rushing by him as he flew, the crack of the mallets and the bludgers, the lightening fast race after the snitch.

"Hey Fred, great hit at Malfoy in the end!" Wood shouted at him from across the circle. He was smiling at him.

"Thanks Wood. I've never had so much fun on a field," Benny laughed back at him. He was smiling back at Wood.

Suddenly, Wood's grin fell. "Hey! Hey Fred! Watch out!" he shouted. Benny turned to look behind him but all he saw was a Bludger heading straight for his head. He raised his mallet, but it didn't help. The Bludger crashed right into him. Everything blacked out for him again.

****Notes****

Quidditch! Quidditch! Quidditch! Seriously, the first time I read/saw Harry Potter, I was completely amazed by the Quidditch sequences. It's an awesome game. Granted, the whole part with the Quaffle is technically pointless unless they can score over 150 points, but at least it's eye candy until the Seeker can.. well.. seek.. the snitch. [I'm seriously completely out of cute ways to tell you guys the disclaimer is in chapter one. ::begins sobbing:: My life is worthless!!]