Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter NINE
Previously in 'Amnesia Amigoes': Harry went to Divination and Potions class, lost fifty points for Gryffindor and successfully distracted people from suspecting he might be faking.
*Quidditch*
The day for the Quidditch match had come. Everyone was looking forward to it. It wasn't often that teams played with players suffering either amnesia or depression, or anything for that matter. And this match had both. In the Gryffindor change room, Oliver Wood was giving his team a pep talk, more for his own benefit than anyone else's.
"It's going to be okay," said Oliver, his anxious pacing belying his words. "I know we're playing Slytherin and our Seeker has amnesia, but their Seeker is suffering severe depression, so it's all good…it'll be okay…" he continued.
"Don't worry Oliver," said Fred, winking at Harry. Harry smiled blankly at him, then started running around the room flinging his Quidditch robes out behind him.
"I'm BATMAN!! Na na na na na na na na, Batman!!" he sang, breaking several windows with both his voice, and the way he was running. Fred and George looked on proudly. Their little prankster was all grown up… Before anyone knew it, they were due out on the Quidditch pitch for the game.
"Welcome to one of the most anticipated game of the year- Gryffindor versus Slytherin!" declared Lee Jordan. "First out is the Gryffindor team, led by Oliver Wood. They've had some problems lately with their Seeker, Harry Potter, tragically losing his memory but have rallied excellently. The Slytherin team, led by Marcus Flint, hasn't been without problems themselves, with their Seeker Draco Malfoy's sudden bout of severe depression. This promises to be an interesting match…"
Harry flew around in tight circles around Hermione's head while Lee Jordan introduced everyone. He glanced over at Draco, who was slumped on his broom looking miserable. Harry flew over to him.
"Come to gloat Potter?" asked Draco without his usual feeling. Harry shrugged, looking confused.
"What are we doing?" he asked, before doing a series of loop-de-loops and twirls. He stopped just as suddenly, feeling a bit of motion sickness. Draco burst into tears again.
"We're playing Quidditch, not that there's any point. She'll never notice me, not with you here…" he gasped out through his sobs.
Harry shrugged again, and started doing a stunning display of gymnastics on his broomstick. Looking down, he suddenly saw a lot of things that weren't usually on the ground of a Quidditch pitch.
"Hmmm... trampolines, sponge filled pools, cushions, straightjackets... what are they doing there?" he said to himself. But there was no time to think about that now; the game was about to start. He stood precariously on his broom and attempted to do an arabesque. It didn't work, and he sat back down again feeling dejected. He watched the game for a while, cheering, "Go Ravenclaw!!!!" loudly whenever Slytherin scored. Oliver looked like he was trying not to murder Harry, and Harry grinned at him.
The Snitch had just appeared, and now Harry wasn't sure what to do. Should he 'recover' and play the game properly, and win? (We all know how modest he was...) Or should he play dumb some more? After all, it was very fun. He pondered this, while the Snitch flew in a circle around his head. He batted at it playfully, drawing gasps from the crowd. Finally he hit it brutally with the end of his broom, shattering it into a million pieces. There was a mad rush as Madame Hooch looked for the reserve Snitch, and then the game resumed.
Whatever happened, Malfoy probably wouldn't play properly. He was still sitting glumly on his broomstick, not paying any attention to what was happening at all.
"Swing low, sweet chariot, coming forth to carry me home..." he sang, sobbing quietly to himself.
Then Malfoy fell off his broom. No one was really sure how he managed to do this, as he had been strapped onto it with what looked like all the belts in Slytherin house, a couple of rolls of Spellotape and a rope for good measure. There was also a security net attached to the bottom of the broom, and Malfoy was wearing a harness, which was attached to a board, floating above him. But they didn't seem to be enough.
This was when the entire audience realised what the trampolines were for. They watched as Malfoy bounced, up and down, up and down. He gradually slowed down, and came to a stop. He was crying again, and mumbling incoherently. Snape came over to him, picked him up, and started to carry him towards his common room.
"There there Draco, tell Uncle Snape what's wrong..." Snape said to Malfoy, soothingly. Malfoy cried even more (and that's really saying something).
Up in the air, Harry was still flying around the Quidditch pitch. Now that Malfoy had fallen, he could do whatever the hell he felt like doing! He thought the trampolines looked fun, so he tumbled sideways off his broom in a perfect imitation of Malfoy.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS FUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he cried, bouncing up and down. He bounced too hard and went flying through the air. He landed roughly on the ground, somehow managing to miss all the sponge filled pools. The crowd screamed.
Up in the air, Oliver Wood was groaning, and banging his head against a brick wall that 'just happened' to be flying next to where he was.
"If only he had gotten the Snitch!!!!!" he groaned. Back on the ground, Harry was being placed on a stretcher, strapped firmly down. But because he's Harry Potter, he managed to escape, and went running up to his common room, singing something about having a lovely bunch of coconuts.
Authors' Notes: Will Malfoy continue to grow more and more depressed? Will Harry eventually decide that enough is enough and tell the truth? Find out next time, in 'Amnesia Amigoes'!