A/N: Chapter six at last! Sorry guys.I was suffering form MAJOR writers
block! I better! Go me! Oh and for the people who think I have some wicked
intention of making my sweet little harry evil, I do not, I repeat, do not
in my life plan on making him evil... Willingly..MWHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Continue reading my story if you want to find out!
Rating: PG-13 (language, violence, and mild sexual situations)
Disclaimer: Aha.I wish!
Hello to Hogwarts
Chapter Six: Hakuna Matata!.wait...What?!.. I mean, " The Quidditch Match"..that's the one!
James sat in his chambers staring into the fire. A month had passed since he and his family had arrived at Hogwarts. His classes were great, he was back with the famous Marauders, and his beautiful wife was carrying his fourth child. Oh, and not to mention there was an insane madman after his only son. James sighed and sunk further into his chair. It wasn't that he loved Harry more than Sarah and Jessie, he was just. his only son. His relationship with Harry was very important to him. His own father barely gave him the time of the day he was always working. He knew that Harry was powerful, yes very, he would be more powerful than himself one day soon. He had been training Harry for battle since he was eleven. 'Damn Voldemort!' It did not soothe James's worry to know that Harry was in Slytherin. The house was full of future Death Eaters! James still didn't understand why Dumbledore had even allowed it in the first place. James had tried numerous amounts of times to convince Albus to switch him to Griffindor or at least Ravenclaw..Hufflepuff.was more acceptable that Slytherin. But it was like the crazy lunatic actually was PLEASED that he was in Slytherin.
" Now that is just absurd", James thought a loud.
"What's absurd?" Lily asked walking in the room from the bedroom.
"Nothing dear." James said.
"Nothing dear my ass you liar!" She smacked the back of his head.
"You look like some one just told you Christmas was canceled!" She said walking around the chair and making herself comfortable in his lap. James continued to frown.
"Jamie, what's wrong?" She asked taking his face in her hands forcing him to look at her.
"I'm worried about Harry, nothing new." James said resting his head on her shoulder.
"We've got to learn to get used to the idea that we can't protect him forever and I hate as much as you do!" she said as he groaned. He pulled down her nightgown strap and kissed her shoulder lightly. He traced kisses all the way up her neck to her chin and then finally kissing her softly on the lips.
"When are we going to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl?" James asked quietly his hand rubbing her stomach. It wasn't an obvious change yet; just a small bulge on Lily's normally flat stomach. It looked as though she just gained a few pounds.
"In one to two more months, the doctor said. The little one was to develop more before they can tell." She said placing her hand over his.
'Merlin, how I love him.' Lily though. They had gotten warned by their family and friends who said that they should wait to get married, they said they were too young. They said that young marriages straight out of Hogwarts never lasted. She was glad she proved them wrong. She and James had been married for 17 years and been together for twenty years now. Twenty wonderful years. She was lucky to be with such a wonderful man. He was not only a great husband and father but also a great friend. He had a great mind, she could always look upon him for words of wisdom, he had a great sense of humor (he could make her laugh for hours if he tried), and he had sense of mischief in him that made Lily feel as though she was sixteen again. Her eyes watered as she rubbed his hand lovingly. He had given her the three most beautiful children in the world and was about to bless her with another. He gave her happiness, true happiness. He had never once ever hurt her, on purpose at least. He rarely got angry with her. And if he did he would just walk away and then come back five minutes later and tell how precious she was to him which would result in a snog maybe even a shag if he was lucky. Lily had always had a feeling that he would just walk to make Lily think like he was cooling of when he really cooled off when they kissed. She could always feel him relax when they kissed. The same went to her. When she was with James he could easily kiss all of her problems away. She would kiss him all day if she could.
She would just die if anything ever happened to him.
* * * * *
Hermione looked up from her book over at Harry. They were supposed to be gathering information about their Defense Against the Dark Arts project. Hermione was having a hard time concentrating, which was more than out of the ordinary. Her eyes kept moving back to Harry. The sun from the window hit his face perfectly. It flattered his handsome face and brightened his tantalizing eyes. Harry sat with his head in his hand flipping threw the pages of the textbook. He had a small frown on his face, which Hermione noticed; he had when he was in deep though.
Hermione put down her book in surrender. There was no possible way she could find anything useful when Harry sat frowning adorably in the sun.
"So...are you going to the Quidditch match tomorrow?" She asked trying to start conversation.
"Pardon?" Harry asked knocked out of his reverie.
"Are you going to the Quidditch match tomorrow? It's Slytherin vs. Griffindor. That's always exciting." Hermione was never personally into Quidditch. She had always been terrified of heights. Flying on a skinny wooden broom 50 feet in the air was not Hermione's kind of entertainment. But Harry was mad about it, hence this conversation.
"Oh yea! I've never seen an actual game played so I'm real excited. Draco says it's phenomenal. My dad used to play for Griffindor when he was at Hogwarts. I would very much like to play too, but Slytherin already has a Seeker."
"Who Malfoy? I sure your better than him!" Hermione said taking in Harry's muscular physique. "You are certainly stronger looking.." She blushed. 'Oh Merlin did she say that out loud!?'
"Malfoy is a decent Seeker. I personally think he would be better as a Chaser. He has a killer throw. Sirius says he lacks the natural grace of a Seeker..but he does well. I have seen him fly a couple times. I am most likely stronger than him since my dad was been training with me since I was eleven. But for Seeker it's not about strength like it is for a Beater. It's about speed, grace, and precision. And how would you know I'm better than him Miss Granger? I don't recall you ever watching me fly before." He said smirking that little Harry-smirk. Hermione loved that smirk, except for right now of course.
She blushed.again. " Well I'm no expert on Quidditch. But I have seen him fly and like you said he doesn't have the grace that someone like Cho Chang has. And I know for a fact that you're very poised. How many times have you caught me from tripping and falling on my face now? Like 5 times a week at the least?"
Harry laughed, "Your not that clumsy! An occasional catch here and there but really, I am not as poised as you think I am. You should have seen me when my mum was trying to teach me how to dance..and Merlin was I horrible. My dad was crying he was laughing at me so hard. I had never been so embarrassed in my life! I fell over when my mum was teaching Sarah and me to dip. Sarah got all bent out of shape about it because I fell right on top of her. I was thirteen and no Sirius Black. (A/N: he is diesel.a.k.a. buff for the rest of you who do not attend my school.) She got all offended by my lack of muscle and threw a fit saying that she was fat..whatever Sarah.."
"Oh in her dreams! Sarah is gorgeous! And at least you know how to dance. I don't even know how. It is something, unfortunately, that books cannot teach."
"I'll have to teach you someday, then. I've gotten decent over the years of torture also known as practice in my mother's eyes.. I promise not to step on your toes!"
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy made his way quickly threw the Riddle Mansion. His strides were strong, graceful, and quick, the perfect walk for a Malfoy. And a Malfoy can never forget to look as intimidating as possible at all times. He swiftly knocked a house-elf out of his path with one elegant swipe of his cane. His expensive looking shoes echoed with each step he took. In his hand he held a letter. A letter from his son.
Lucius swiftly turned and knocked on the door of his destination. 'If this letter was true. Then Master will be pleased.VERY pleased.'
* * * * *
Harry sat down on the bleachers next to Bianca. It was very crowded. 'The whole school must have come.' Harry thought as he looked at the hundreds of fellow Hogwarts students. According to Draco the Slytherin vs. Griffindor games were the best because of all the house rivalry. Harry searched the teacher section and found his parents sitting in between Sirius and Remus. Jessie was bouncing happily in Remus's lap. He really wanted to sit with his dad but Bianca had saved him a seat and he didn't want to be rude. He then searched for Hermione. She was never hard to find. She always sat with Ginny and you had to be blind to miss Ginny's head of flaming red hair. He spotted Sarah sitting with Sophie and Imogen. They were giggling like mad about something. 'Most likely nothing," Harry though. 'How was it that all girls could giggle forever about absolutely nothing? Well, most Hermione isn't like that.'
He was just about to ask Bianca about this but as soon as he opened his mouth the booming voice of Justin Finch-Fletchly began commentating. " And here come the Griffindors! Finnigan! Creevy! Merriot! Weasley! Jordan! Collins! Aaaaaaannnnd Scott!" Harry watched in amazement as the players walked calmly to the center of the Quidditch pitch with their brooms swung over their shoulder.
"And they are followed by the Slytherins! Warington! Zambini! McDougal! Raakim! Bulstrode! Erinzeller! AAAAAAANND Maaaalfoy!"
And the game began. The Slytherins were ruthless and tactiful. The Griffindors were aggressive and perseverant. Harry had never seen anything like it before. The Griffindor chasers were by far better than Slytherin but Millicent Bulstrode was fierce beater. Harry would be terrified if he was on the Griffindor. Millicent was in most of his classes and she, in Harry's opinion, was just scary.oh so scary.
The Griffindors were beating Slytherin 80-70. The pressure was building on both of the Seekers. Chelsea Scott the Griffindor Seeker was good.. really good. She was out of Draco's league. Suddenly they both dived. Harry and Bianca stood up with the rest of the spectators in excitement. Bianca was screaming like there was no tomorrow and Harry watched with horror as Millicent Bulstrode sent a killer bludger toward the Seekers. Scott was quicker and dived into safety. Draco, however, got the full blast. He was sent flying off of his broom and landed with a crunch on the ground. Bianca screamed. The Slytherins players and Madam Hooch hurried over to see if he was all right. Millicent was stammering her apology but it made no difference to Draco he was howling like as baby clutching his arm.
"I'm dying! I gonna die! Ahhhhh!" He hollered for everyone to hear. The Griffindor's were trying to control their glee. Harry saw Ron Weasley give Seamus Finnigan a high five behind his back. Madame Hooch conjured a stretcher for Draco and carried him to the hospital wing with the help of Professor Figg. All of the spectators were coming down to the field wanting to know what was going on. Warington did not look pleased.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?! We can't forfeit or they will win! We have to find somebody to play in his place! Does anyone know how to play Seeker?!' He shouted toward the crowd. Before Harry had time to even comprehend what he said do to all the commotion Bianca yelled, "Harry can play Seeker! Can't you Harry?"
Harry's mouth dropped as the whole crowd looked over at him. He blushed. "Uhh.well.at home with my dad I played Seeker but.errm.never in an actual game."
"Oh really?" Warington came over looking him up and down. "You look like you'd be alright.What do you say? You wanna play? All you have to do is catch the Snitch and were done. You think you can?" he said raising and eyebrow.
"I can try.." Harry said before he was yanked toward the Slytherin changing rooms. The next thing Harry knew he was being forced out of his shirt and a pair of green robes was flung into his face, "That's my spare. Looks about his size." He heard someone call. After he managed to change. Bianca came running in holding Draco's Nimbus Two Thousand and Two. "I got it from the field" She panted handing the broom to him admiring Harry in the Quidditch gear.
"Thanks for the broom but this is the men's changing room you know." Warington said shooing her out. The team was shouting encouragement and advice to Harry when they heard Madam Hooch's voice outside. "Two more minutes Warington!" "ALRIGHT ALL READY!" Warington yelled back. Just as the rest of the team was dragging Harry onto the pitch Warington whispered in his ear, "You better not mess up, Potter." Harry who was still in a daze was snapped out at that comment.
Harry froze as he walked out onto the field. 'So many people' was all he could think. The crowd was screaming so loud that he couldn't make out what Madam Hooch shouted. He just watched as she pulled the whistle to her lips and blew. He mounted Draco's broom and took off. 'Bloody Merlin!' he thought. 'This broom is so much better than Dad's Comet Two Sixty!' he soared into the sky far above everyone else.
He couldn't hear the crowd or anything else except the whistle of the wind. This is where he belonged. His sharp eyes scanned the field for the Snitch. And suddenly .there it was speeding toward the Griffindor goal post. Harry pressed himself against Draco's broom and sped like a bullet toward the goal posts. He could see Chelsea Scott on his tail. 'Damn she's good.' He thought. He saw the Snitch dive suddenly and smiled. Dives had always been his specialty. He sped headfirst to the ground. In the corner of his eye he saw Chelsea pull back. On perfect timing right before he hit the ground he pulled up with the broom horizontal to the ground. He reached out for the snitch. 'Too low.." Harry thought. He balanced himself on his feet and stood like he was surfing on the broom. He brought his hand down to guide his broom while turning and reached out to the golden ball. He felt it slip into his hand and he pulled up his broom gracefully and flipped onto the ground. He landed firmly on his feet. He raised his eyebrow feeling impressed with himself. ' Not so bad for my first game.' He thought. It was then when he realized the screaming. He looked around to the crowd and smiled. "Potter! Potter! Potter!" They chanted, excluding some unhappy Griffindors. Before he knew it the rest of the team was surrounding him, hugging him, slapping his back, and so on. (Harry could of swore he felt Millicent pinch his bum .which mortified him to no end.) They screamed and shouted things Harry couldn't understand. ' Think they enjoy screaming in my face.' Harry thought. " Welcome to the team Harry! That was spectacular!" Warington said shaking his hand enthusiasticly. Harry felt kind of bad. The Griffindor's were better then them. They should have won. But Harry supposed they had won fair and square so.. "HELL YEA!" He yelled giving Blaise Zambini a high five. He felt some one leap into his arms and wrapped their legs tightly around his waist. Which did not help his air supply. It was Bianca, of course. Harry laughed a hugged her back.
"You were so brilliant! Merlin! I didn't know you were that good! AHH! Make love to me you sexy seeker beast!" She screamed covering his face with kisses. Harry laughed even harder.
"Bianca please, save it until we get to the common room, love." He said jokingly and winking playfully at her.
However, one person in the crowd who had fought a great deal to get to him, did not find it so funny.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Ginny screamed running after her friend who sprinted toward the castle head in her hands.
A/N: MMWAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! I am evil! Cliffhanger! HAHAHAAAAAH! And to all of the people who are feaking out right now, yes, Harry was JOKING! Poor Herms.I hated doing that to her .but oh well! I pray that next chappie I can get to Bianca's 'Secret' (I was gonna put it in this chappie but.nah!) and how my lovely Draco is handling Harry's new fame. And what is Voldie- Waldie-Morty-Warty (sorry .hyper) gonna do when he finds out that the Sexy Seeker Beast (Harry) is at Hogwarts!? ..omg! Oh and sorry if I don't post next Chapter soon. I going on vacation! Wooo!
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Rating: PG-13 (language, violence, and mild sexual situations)
Disclaimer: Aha.I wish!
Hello to Hogwarts
Chapter Six: Hakuna Matata!.wait...What?!.. I mean, " The Quidditch Match"..that's the one!
James sat in his chambers staring into the fire. A month had passed since he and his family had arrived at Hogwarts. His classes were great, he was back with the famous Marauders, and his beautiful wife was carrying his fourth child. Oh, and not to mention there was an insane madman after his only son. James sighed and sunk further into his chair. It wasn't that he loved Harry more than Sarah and Jessie, he was just. his only son. His relationship with Harry was very important to him. His own father barely gave him the time of the day he was always working. He knew that Harry was powerful, yes very, he would be more powerful than himself one day soon. He had been training Harry for battle since he was eleven. 'Damn Voldemort!' It did not soothe James's worry to know that Harry was in Slytherin. The house was full of future Death Eaters! James still didn't understand why Dumbledore had even allowed it in the first place. James had tried numerous amounts of times to convince Albus to switch him to Griffindor or at least Ravenclaw..Hufflepuff.was more acceptable that Slytherin. But it was like the crazy lunatic actually was PLEASED that he was in Slytherin.
" Now that is just absurd", James thought a loud.
"What's absurd?" Lily asked walking in the room from the bedroom.
"Nothing dear." James said.
"Nothing dear my ass you liar!" She smacked the back of his head.
"You look like some one just told you Christmas was canceled!" She said walking around the chair and making herself comfortable in his lap. James continued to frown.
"Jamie, what's wrong?" She asked taking his face in her hands forcing him to look at her.
"I'm worried about Harry, nothing new." James said resting his head on her shoulder.
"We've got to learn to get used to the idea that we can't protect him forever and I hate as much as you do!" she said as he groaned. He pulled down her nightgown strap and kissed her shoulder lightly. He traced kisses all the way up her neck to her chin and then finally kissing her softly on the lips.
"When are we going to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl?" James asked quietly his hand rubbing her stomach. It wasn't an obvious change yet; just a small bulge on Lily's normally flat stomach. It looked as though she just gained a few pounds.
"In one to two more months, the doctor said. The little one was to develop more before they can tell." She said placing her hand over his.
'Merlin, how I love him.' Lily though. They had gotten warned by their family and friends who said that they should wait to get married, they said they were too young. They said that young marriages straight out of Hogwarts never lasted. She was glad she proved them wrong. She and James had been married for 17 years and been together for twenty years now. Twenty wonderful years. She was lucky to be with such a wonderful man. He was not only a great husband and father but also a great friend. He had a great mind, she could always look upon him for words of wisdom, he had a great sense of humor (he could make her laugh for hours if he tried), and he had sense of mischief in him that made Lily feel as though she was sixteen again. Her eyes watered as she rubbed his hand lovingly. He had given her the three most beautiful children in the world and was about to bless her with another. He gave her happiness, true happiness. He had never once ever hurt her, on purpose at least. He rarely got angry with her. And if he did he would just walk away and then come back five minutes later and tell how precious she was to him which would result in a snog maybe even a shag if he was lucky. Lily had always had a feeling that he would just walk to make Lily think like he was cooling of when he really cooled off when they kissed. She could always feel him relax when they kissed. The same went to her. When she was with James he could easily kiss all of her problems away. She would kiss him all day if she could.
She would just die if anything ever happened to him.
* * * * *
Hermione looked up from her book over at Harry. They were supposed to be gathering information about their Defense Against the Dark Arts project. Hermione was having a hard time concentrating, which was more than out of the ordinary. Her eyes kept moving back to Harry. The sun from the window hit his face perfectly. It flattered his handsome face and brightened his tantalizing eyes. Harry sat with his head in his hand flipping threw the pages of the textbook. He had a small frown on his face, which Hermione noticed; he had when he was in deep though.
Hermione put down her book in surrender. There was no possible way she could find anything useful when Harry sat frowning adorably in the sun.
"So...are you going to the Quidditch match tomorrow?" She asked trying to start conversation.
"Pardon?" Harry asked knocked out of his reverie.
"Are you going to the Quidditch match tomorrow? It's Slytherin vs. Griffindor. That's always exciting." Hermione was never personally into Quidditch. She had always been terrified of heights. Flying on a skinny wooden broom 50 feet in the air was not Hermione's kind of entertainment. But Harry was mad about it, hence this conversation.
"Oh yea! I've never seen an actual game played so I'm real excited. Draco says it's phenomenal. My dad used to play for Griffindor when he was at Hogwarts. I would very much like to play too, but Slytherin already has a Seeker."
"Who Malfoy? I sure your better than him!" Hermione said taking in Harry's muscular physique. "You are certainly stronger looking.." She blushed. 'Oh Merlin did she say that out loud!?'
"Malfoy is a decent Seeker. I personally think he would be better as a Chaser. He has a killer throw. Sirius says he lacks the natural grace of a Seeker..but he does well. I have seen him fly a couple times. I am most likely stronger than him since my dad was been training with me since I was eleven. But for Seeker it's not about strength like it is for a Beater. It's about speed, grace, and precision. And how would you know I'm better than him Miss Granger? I don't recall you ever watching me fly before." He said smirking that little Harry-smirk. Hermione loved that smirk, except for right now of course.
She blushed.again. " Well I'm no expert on Quidditch. But I have seen him fly and like you said he doesn't have the grace that someone like Cho Chang has. And I know for a fact that you're very poised. How many times have you caught me from tripping and falling on my face now? Like 5 times a week at the least?"
Harry laughed, "Your not that clumsy! An occasional catch here and there but really, I am not as poised as you think I am. You should have seen me when my mum was trying to teach me how to dance..and Merlin was I horrible. My dad was crying he was laughing at me so hard. I had never been so embarrassed in my life! I fell over when my mum was teaching Sarah and me to dip. Sarah got all bent out of shape about it because I fell right on top of her. I was thirteen and no Sirius Black. (A/N: he is diesel.a.k.a. buff for the rest of you who do not attend my school.) She got all offended by my lack of muscle and threw a fit saying that she was fat..whatever Sarah.."
"Oh in her dreams! Sarah is gorgeous! And at least you know how to dance. I don't even know how. It is something, unfortunately, that books cannot teach."
"I'll have to teach you someday, then. I've gotten decent over the years of torture also known as practice in my mother's eyes.. I promise not to step on your toes!"
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy made his way quickly threw the Riddle Mansion. His strides were strong, graceful, and quick, the perfect walk for a Malfoy. And a Malfoy can never forget to look as intimidating as possible at all times. He swiftly knocked a house-elf out of his path with one elegant swipe of his cane. His expensive looking shoes echoed with each step he took. In his hand he held a letter. A letter from his son.
Lucius swiftly turned and knocked on the door of his destination. 'If this letter was true. Then Master will be pleased.VERY pleased.'
* * * * *
Harry sat down on the bleachers next to Bianca. It was very crowded. 'The whole school must have come.' Harry thought as he looked at the hundreds of fellow Hogwarts students. According to Draco the Slytherin vs. Griffindor games were the best because of all the house rivalry. Harry searched the teacher section and found his parents sitting in between Sirius and Remus. Jessie was bouncing happily in Remus's lap. He really wanted to sit with his dad but Bianca had saved him a seat and he didn't want to be rude. He then searched for Hermione. She was never hard to find. She always sat with Ginny and you had to be blind to miss Ginny's head of flaming red hair. He spotted Sarah sitting with Sophie and Imogen. They were giggling like mad about something. 'Most likely nothing," Harry though. 'How was it that all girls could giggle forever about absolutely nothing? Well, most Hermione isn't like that.'
He was just about to ask Bianca about this but as soon as he opened his mouth the booming voice of Justin Finch-Fletchly began commentating. " And here come the Griffindors! Finnigan! Creevy! Merriot! Weasley! Jordan! Collins! Aaaaaaannnnd Scott!" Harry watched in amazement as the players walked calmly to the center of the Quidditch pitch with their brooms swung over their shoulder.
"And they are followed by the Slytherins! Warington! Zambini! McDougal! Raakim! Bulstrode! Erinzeller! AAAAAAANND Maaaalfoy!"
And the game began. The Slytherins were ruthless and tactiful. The Griffindors were aggressive and perseverant. Harry had never seen anything like it before. The Griffindor chasers were by far better than Slytherin but Millicent Bulstrode was fierce beater. Harry would be terrified if he was on the Griffindor. Millicent was in most of his classes and she, in Harry's opinion, was just scary.oh so scary.
The Griffindors were beating Slytherin 80-70. The pressure was building on both of the Seekers. Chelsea Scott the Griffindor Seeker was good.. really good. She was out of Draco's league. Suddenly they both dived. Harry and Bianca stood up with the rest of the spectators in excitement. Bianca was screaming like there was no tomorrow and Harry watched with horror as Millicent Bulstrode sent a killer bludger toward the Seekers. Scott was quicker and dived into safety. Draco, however, got the full blast. He was sent flying off of his broom and landed with a crunch on the ground. Bianca screamed. The Slytherins players and Madam Hooch hurried over to see if he was all right. Millicent was stammering her apology but it made no difference to Draco he was howling like as baby clutching his arm.
"I'm dying! I gonna die! Ahhhhh!" He hollered for everyone to hear. The Griffindor's were trying to control their glee. Harry saw Ron Weasley give Seamus Finnigan a high five behind his back. Madame Hooch conjured a stretcher for Draco and carried him to the hospital wing with the help of Professor Figg. All of the spectators were coming down to the field wanting to know what was going on. Warington did not look pleased.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?! We can't forfeit or they will win! We have to find somebody to play in his place! Does anyone know how to play Seeker?!' He shouted toward the crowd. Before Harry had time to even comprehend what he said do to all the commotion Bianca yelled, "Harry can play Seeker! Can't you Harry?"
Harry's mouth dropped as the whole crowd looked over at him. He blushed. "Uhh.well.at home with my dad I played Seeker but.errm.never in an actual game."
"Oh really?" Warington came over looking him up and down. "You look like you'd be alright.What do you say? You wanna play? All you have to do is catch the Snitch and were done. You think you can?" he said raising and eyebrow.
"I can try.." Harry said before he was yanked toward the Slytherin changing rooms. The next thing Harry knew he was being forced out of his shirt and a pair of green robes was flung into his face, "That's my spare. Looks about his size." He heard someone call. After he managed to change. Bianca came running in holding Draco's Nimbus Two Thousand and Two. "I got it from the field" She panted handing the broom to him admiring Harry in the Quidditch gear.
"Thanks for the broom but this is the men's changing room you know." Warington said shooing her out. The team was shouting encouragement and advice to Harry when they heard Madam Hooch's voice outside. "Two more minutes Warington!" "ALRIGHT ALL READY!" Warington yelled back. Just as the rest of the team was dragging Harry onto the pitch Warington whispered in his ear, "You better not mess up, Potter." Harry who was still in a daze was snapped out at that comment.
Harry froze as he walked out onto the field. 'So many people' was all he could think. The crowd was screaming so loud that he couldn't make out what Madam Hooch shouted. He just watched as she pulled the whistle to her lips and blew. He mounted Draco's broom and took off. 'Bloody Merlin!' he thought. 'This broom is so much better than Dad's Comet Two Sixty!' he soared into the sky far above everyone else.
He couldn't hear the crowd or anything else except the whistle of the wind. This is where he belonged. His sharp eyes scanned the field for the Snitch. And suddenly .there it was speeding toward the Griffindor goal post. Harry pressed himself against Draco's broom and sped like a bullet toward the goal posts. He could see Chelsea Scott on his tail. 'Damn she's good.' He thought. He saw the Snitch dive suddenly and smiled. Dives had always been his specialty. He sped headfirst to the ground. In the corner of his eye he saw Chelsea pull back. On perfect timing right before he hit the ground he pulled up with the broom horizontal to the ground. He reached out for the snitch. 'Too low.." Harry thought. He balanced himself on his feet and stood like he was surfing on the broom. He brought his hand down to guide his broom while turning and reached out to the golden ball. He felt it slip into his hand and he pulled up his broom gracefully and flipped onto the ground. He landed firmly on his feet. He raised his eyebrow feeling impressed with himself. ' Not so bad for my first game.' He thought. It was then when he realized the screaming. He looked around to the crowd and smiled. "Potter! Potter! Potter!" They chanted, excluding some unhappy Griffindors. Before he knew it the rest of the team was surrounding him, hugging him, slapping his back, and so on. (Harry could of swore he felt Millicent pinch his bum .which mortified him to no end.) They screamed and shouted things Harry couldn't understand. ' Think they enjoy screaming in my face.' Harry thought. " Welcome to the team Harry! That was spectacular!" Warington said shaking his hand enthusiasticly. Harry felt kind of bad. The Griffindor's were better then them. They should have won. But Harry supposed they had won fair and square so.. "HELL YEA!" He yelled giving Blaise Zambini a high five. He felt some one leap into his arms and wrapped their legs tightly around his waist. Which did not help his air supply. It was Bianca, of course. Harry laughed a hugged her back.
"You were so brilliant! Merlin! I didn't know you were that good! AHH! Make love to me you sexy seeker beast!" She screamed covering his face with kisses. Harry laughed even harder.
"Bianca please, save it until we get to the common room, love." He said jokingly and winking playfully at her.
However, one person in the crowd who had fought a great deal to get to him, did not find it so funny.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Ginny screamed running after her friend who sprinted toward the castle head in her hands.
A/N: MMWAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! I am evil! Cliffhanger! HAHAHAAAAAH! And to all of the people who are feaking out right now, yes, Harry was JOKING! Poor Herms.I hated doing that to her .but oh well! I pray that next chappie I can get to Bianca's 'Secret' (I was gonna put it in this chappie but.nah!) and how my lovely Draco is handling Harry's new fame. And what is Voldie- Waldie-Morty-Warty (sorry .hyper) gonna do when he finds out that the Sexy Seeker Beast (Harry) is at Hogwarts!? ..omg! Oh and sorry if I don't post next Chapter soon. I going on vacation! Wooo!
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