This is a H/G story with some R/H maybe if the author can write it in.
Disclaimer; If I owned Harry Potter would I be writing in here?
Chapter ten - Quidditch
Harry opened his mouth and closed it again. He opened it again and a little squeak came out.
"We'll win Harry, relax" Ginny reassured a very nervous Harry,
"He's always like this with the first match" Ron told everyone, then "I think it's time"
The seven players walked onto the pitch to wild shouts,
"And here's the Gryffindor team! Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Faraday, Faraday, Tylias and Hill. Five new players on this team so it will be interesting to see what Potter has done with them." Huge cheers came from the stands along with a shout of 'Go Harry!'.
The Slytherin team came out to numerous Boo's and hisses but the Slytherins made their cheers heard.
"Captains shake hands" said Madam Hooch, Malfoy and Harry shook hands, their eyes never leaving the others.
"Mount your brooms. Three ... Two ... One ..." The whistle sounded shrill through the cold December air. The teams soared up and Harry saw his chasers moving into their attack formations. He turned his attention to finding the snitch, he saw a glimpse of gold but it turned out to be the light glinting off someone's watch.
"The Gryffindor chasers perform the Hawkshead attack formation perfectly, Weasley with the quaffle flying towards the goal, nice find by Potter this one- she drops underneath a bludger and shoots, SHE SCORES TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!" Ginny rose through the air and high fived Harry, he looped the loop and then continued to search for the snitch.
Malfoy hadn't changed his tactics in the last few years and was still tailing Harry.
"Potter dives through the chasers, he's seen the snitch! Come on Potter!" The rest of the players stopped still, watching the race, urging their seekers on. Harry hurtled towards the ground, he could see Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. A few feet before the ground Harry pulled up sharply his feet brushing the floor, he heard a loud bang; Malfoy couldn't pull his broom up quick enough. Harry rose quickly upwards taking a chance at looking over his shoulder. Malfoy was sprawled on the floor, Madam Pomfrey and a couple of Ravenclaw seventh years were running on to assist him.
"I can't believe it! Potter pulls off a Wronksi Feint! We haven't seen one of those at Hogwarts for many years. The game goes on with Slytherin minus their seeker," Mcgonagol whispered something to Seamus Finnigan, the commentator, "Oh Malfoy is getting up, looks like he's Ok" Seamus sounded bitter that Malfoy wasn't more injured. "So the game continues"
After 30 minutes the game was ferocious the score was still ten-zero. Malfoy was suffering from the fall and was now flying by himself instead of tailing Harry. Harry was flying high looking for the flash that would tell him where the snitch was. Then he saw it, hovering near the Slytherin goal. Harry burst off towards it, he could see Malfoy coming up underneath him. The crowd had stood up and were screaming the seekers on, Malfoy had had a head start and was slightly ahead of Harry, ' I can't let Slytherin win' Harry thought. He urged the broom on faster and faster, he drew level with Malfoy; both of their hands out stretched for the ball. Harry threw caution to the wind and let go of his broom and leaned out. Malfoy nudged Harry's broom and shouted in rage, Harry slipped sideways, his knee's losing their purchase on the broom handle. He fell through the air, his robes whipped him and he could hear people screaming. Everything was in slow motion as he pulled out his wand and yelled,
"Accio Firebolt!" the word were torn from his mouth. His Firebolt was flying towards him, he made a grab and caught his broom in one hand a few meters above the ground. The crowd erupted as Harry, hanging by one hand, held his other high in the air; the snitch beating it's golden winds against his hand.
"POTTERS GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WIN 160-ZERO!!" Seamus yelled dancing around the commentary box with Professor Mcgonagol. Harry swung on to the broom and raced towards his team mates who were shouting and as they landed on the pitch they were mugged by hundreds of supporters.
In the common room later someone hit Harry on the head.
"OW!" He span around to see Ginny standing with her hands on her hips, "What did you hit me for?"
"Never do that again Harry, you could have killed yourself!" Harry laughed and Ron patted him on the back,
"Superb catch Mr Captain!" Ginny huffed, rather like Hermione.
"Party?" asked Harry,
"It's all upstairs" Ron replied. The boys ran up to the dorm and came back down, their arms filled with sweet's, cakes and butter beer.
"Courtesy of Moony, Padfoot and Prongs!" Harry yelled handing them out.
"Beware of the Marauders; Reborn" Ginny said laughing, Harry threw a liquorice wand at her, she caught it deftly in her left hand.
"*Forgetting I'm an excellent Chaser, Mr Potter!*"
"*Oh yeah, your goal was amazing by the way*" Ginny smiled angelically, wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes.
"*I know!*"
The party went on into the early hours of the morning and only stopped when Hermione, head-girl, stood on a chair and threatened to take away points
"We are all very glad that Gryffindor won but it's school tomorrow and I have an important muggle studies exam and woe betide anyone who keeps me up any longer!"
"She sounds more and more like Mcgonagol everyday" Ron muttered as they got changed into their pyjama's.
"Night!" called Neville
"Amazing move Harry, that Wronksi Feint that hasn't been done in Hogwarts since your fathers year" Seamus rolled over and started to talk excitedly again,
"Really?" Harry was slightly surprised
"Yes, It was performed by..."
"Seamus"
"Yes?"
"Go to sleep!"
"Yes sir!" he barked but Harry didn't hear as he was fast asleep.
Disclaimer; If I owned Harry Potter would I be writing in here?
Chapter ten - Quidditch
Harry opened his mouth and closed it again. He opened it again and a little squeak came out.
"We'll win Harry, relax" Ginny reassured a very nervous Harry,
"He's always like this with the first match" Ron told everyone, then "I think it's time"
The seven players walked onto the pitch to wild shouts,
"And here's the Gryffindor team! Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Faraday, Faraday, Tylias and Hill. Five new players on this team so it will be interesting to see what Potter has done with them." Huge cheers came from the stands along with a shout of 'Go Harry!'.
The Slytherin team came out to numerous Boo's and hisses but the Slytherins made their cheers heard.
"Captains shake hands" said Madam Hooch, Malfoy and Harry shook hands, their eyes never leaving the others.
"Mount your brooms. Three ... Two ... One ..." The whistle sounded shrill through the cold December air. The teams soared up and Harry saw his chasers moving into their attack formations. He turned his attention to finding the snitch, he saw a glimpse of gold but it turned out to be the light glinting off someone's watch.
"The Gryffindor chasers perform the Hawkshead attack formation perfectly, Weasley with the quaffle flying towards the goal, nice find by Potter this one- she drops underneath a bludger and shoots, SHE SCORES TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!" Ginny rose through the air and high fived Harry, he looped the loop and then continued to search for the snitch.
Malfoy hadn't changed his tactics in the last few years and was still tailing Harry.
"Potter dives through the chasers, he's seen the snitch! Come on Potter!" The rest of the players stopped still, watching the race, urging their seekers on. Harry hurtled towards the ground, he could see Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. A few feet before the ground Harry pulled up sharply his feet brushing the floor, he heard a loud bang; Malfoy couldn't pull his broom up quick enough. Harry rose quickly upwards taking a chance at looking over his shoulder. Malfoy was sprawled on the floor, Madam Pomfrey and a couple of Ravenclaw seventh years were running on to assist him.
"I can't believe it! Potter pulls off a Wronksi Feint! We haven't seen one of those at Hogwarts for many years. The game goes on with Slytherin minus their seeker," Mcgonagol whispered something to Seamus Finnigan, the commentator, "Oh Malfoy is getting up, looks like he's Ok" Seamus sounded bitter that Malfoy wasn't more injured. "So the game continues"
After 30 minutes the game was ferocious the score was still ten-zero. Malfoy was suffering from the fall and was now flying by himself instead of tailing Harry. Harry was flying high looking for the flash that would tell him where the snitch was. Then he saw it, hovering near the Slytherin goal. Harry burst off towards it, he could see Malfoy coming up underneath him. The crowd had stood up and were screaming the seekers on, Malfoy had had a head start and was slightly ahead of Harry, ' I can't let Slytherin win' Harry thought. He urged the broom on faster and faster, he drew level with Malfoy; both of their hands out stretched for the ball. Harry threw caution to the wind and let go of his broom and leaned out. Malfoy nudged Harry's broom and shouted in rage, Harry slipped sideways, his knee's losing their purchase on the broom handle. He fell through the air, his robes whipped him and he could hear people screaming. Everything was in slow motion as he pulled out his wand and yelled,
"Accio Firebolt!" the word were torn from his mouth. His Firebolt was flying towards him, he made a grab and caught his broom in one hand a few meters above the ground. The crowd erupted as Harry, hanging by one hand, held his other high in the air; the snitch beating it's golden winds against his hand.
"POTTERS GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WIN 160-ZERO!!" Seamus yelled dancing around the commentary box with Professor Mcgonagol. Harry swung on to the broom and raced towards his team mates who were shouting and as they landed on the pitch they were mugged by hundreds of supporters.
In the common room later someone hit Harry on the head.
"OW!" He span around to see Ginny standing with her hands on her hips, "What did you hit me for?"
"Never do that again Harry, you could have killed yourself!" Harry laughed and Ron patted him on the back,
"Superb catch Mr Captain!" Ginny huffed, rather like Hermione.
"Party?" asked Harry,
"It's all upstairs" Ron replied. The boys ran up to the dorm and came back down, their arms filled with sweet's, cakes and butter beer.
"Courtesy of Moony, Padfoot and Prongs!" Harry yelled handing them out.
"Beware of the Marauders; Reborn" Ginny said laughing, Harry threw a liquorice wand at her, she caught it deftly in her left hand.
"*Forgetting I'm an excellent Chaser, Mr Potter!*"
"*Oh yeah, your goal was amazing by the way*" Ginny smiled angelically, wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes.
"*I know!*"
The party went on into the early hours of the morning and only stopped when Hermione, head-girl, stood on a chair and threatened to take away points
"We are all very glad that Gryffindor won but it's school tomorrow and I have an important muggle studies exam and woe betide anyone who keeps me up any longer!"
"She sounds more and more like Mcgonagol everyday" Ron muttered as they got changed into their pyjama's.
"Night!" called Neville
"Amazing move Harry, that Wronksi Feint that hasn't been done in Hogwarts since your fathers year" Seamus rolled over and started to talk excitedly again,
"Really?" Harry was slightly surprised
"Yes, It was performed by..."
"Seamus"
"Yes?"
"Go to sleep!"
"Yes sir!" he barked but Harry didn't hear as he was fast asleep.