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A bell sounded.
'Oh, shit,' Felicia snapped. 'Well, I guess that's your call. I'll be right behind you, and Wood will be there when…well, when he gets there.'
The team grabbed their brooms and walked along the hall leading the field. When they got to the doors that separated them from the field, Harry stopped the group.
'What, Harry? Got some last minute words of wisdom?' Ron cracked.
'I probably should but I don't. I was trying to remember what Wood said to me before my very first Quidditch game.'
'Well, what did he say?' The group chimed in.
'That's just it. I was trying to remember, and I can't. Just something about getting knocked out at the beginning of the game and walking up in the hospital ward a week later.'
'That's real comforting,' Ron croaked out, having turned a pasty grey colour.
'Don't worry. Nothing like that is going to happen.'
'Says you.'
'Yeah, says me. I get nervous before every single game of Quidditch that I play. But you know what? My team has won pretty much every game of Quidditch I've ever played, so I think that's a pretty good sign,' Harry said, visibly relaxing.
'Well, good for you. But Slytherin is very good,' Seamus said quietly.
'So what? We're better. I can't even remember how many times Gryffindor has kicked their asses. Just a show of hands, who has been on a Gryffindor Quidditch that's beaten Slytherin?'
Everyone's hands went up.
'And who has been on a Gryffindor team that has lost to Slytherin?'
No one's hands went up.
"Good sign,' Wood's voice said from the back of the group.
'Wood!' Harry called, relief evident in his voice. 'I'd begun to think that you'd forgotten about us.'
'Just a few pre-game jitters, and I'm not even playing! You guys are going to do great and I have a pretty good feeling that there's going to be a raging party going on in Gryffindor Tower later on tonight!' Wood patted Harry on the back and walked back along the hall. 'I'm going to find Felicia and we'll meet you out on the field in about 5 minutes.'
'Are you sure it's going to take that long?' Ron called after him.
'Oh, shut up!'
A magnified voice was heard from the field. 'Welcome to the championship game of our School Quidditch Cup. It's Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The winner of this game will go on to represent Hogwarts in the World School Quidditch Cup. Now introducing Slytherin.'
Judging by the half-hearted cheering from everybody but the Slytherins, the Slytherin team had taken the field.
The voice continued on, sounding much more interested. 'And now introducing the opposition, the wonderful, the amazing, Gryffindor team!'
The doors opened and the team, having gotten a good seat on their brooms, flew out and circled the field. The crowd was going crazy.
'Madame Hooch has stepped onto the field. It is time to start!'
Harry looked down from his perch on his broom and saw that Felicia and Wood had taken up their positions standing by the Gryffindor bench.
'Now, I want a good, clean game!' Madame Hooch let out the Snitch, and the Bludgers, and threw up the Quaffle.
Draco immediately flew up beside Harry and started to tail him.
'Omigod, this is playing out exactly like my dream,' Harry thought. 'But I refuse to end it that way.'
A bell sounded.
'Oh, shit,' Felicia snapped. 'Well, I guess that's your call. I'll be right behind you, and Wood will be there when…well, when he gets there.'
The team grabbed their brooms and walked along the hall leading the field. When they got to the doors that separated them from the field, Harry stopped the group.
'What, Harry? Got some last minute words of wisdom?' Ron cracked.
'I probably should but I don't. I was trying to remember what Wood said to me before my very first Quidditch game.'
'Well, what did he say?' The group chimed in.
'That's just it. I was trying to remember, and I can't. Just something about getting knocked out at the beginning of the game and walking up in the hospital ward a week later.'
'That's real comforting,' Ron croaked out, having turned a pasty grey colour.
'Don't worry. Nothing like that is going to happen.'
'Says you.'
'Yeah, says me. I get nervous before every single game of Quidditch that I play. But you know what? My team has won pretty much every game of Quidditch I've ever played, so I think that's a pretty good sign,' Harry said, visibly relaxing.
'Well, good for you. But Slytherin is very good,' Seamus said quietly.
'So what? We're better. I can't even remember how many times Gryffindor has kicked their asses. Just a show of hands, who has been on a Gryffindor Quidditch that's beaten Slytherin?'
Everyone's hands went up.
'And who has been on a Gryffindor team that has lost to Slytherin?'
No one's hands went up.
"Good sign,' Wood's voice said from the back of the group.
'Wood!' Harry called, relief evident in his voice. 'I'd begun to think that you'd forgotten about us.'
'Just a few pre-game jitters, and I'm not even playing! You guys are going to do great and I have a pretty good feeling that there's going to be a raging party going on in Gryffindor Tower later on tonight!' Wood patted Harry on the back and walked back along the hall. 'I'm going to find Felicia and we'll meet you out on the field in about 5 minutes.'
'Are you sure it's going to take that long?' Ron called after him.
'Oh, shut up!'
A magnified voice was heard from the field. 'Welcome to the championship game of our School Quidditch Cup. It's Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The winner of this game will go on to represent Hogwarts in the World School Quidditch Cup. Now introducing Slytherin.'
Judging by the half-hearted cheering from everybody but the Slytherins, the Slytherin team had taken the field.
The voice continued on, sounding much more interested. 'And now introducing the opposition, the wonderful, the amazing, Gryffindor team!'
The doors opened and the team, having gotten a good seat on their brooms, flew out and circled the field. The crowd was going crazy.
'Madame Hooch has stepped onto the field. It is time to start!'
Harry looked down from his perch on his broom and saw that Felicia and Wood had taken up their positions standing by the Gryffindor bench.
'Now, I want a good, clean game!' Madame Hooch let out the Snitch, and the Bludgers, and threw up the Quaffle.
Draco immediately flew up beside Harry and started to tail him.
'Omigod, this is playing out exactly like my dream,' Harry thought. 'But I refuse to end it that way.'
