Disclaimer: Hey I own NOTHING THAT YOU RECOGNISE!!!!!!! Not the game! Not most of the players! Get the picture? Good!
A/N: Mostly for fun. This has been done before, But it's been written on paper in my house long before I was a member here.
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Harry Potter staggered into the great hall, fashionably late. It was Sunday, and Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup the previous day. Harry didn't have a care in the world as he sat down next to Ron and Hermione. That would soon change.
"I have two announcements this morning," Professor Dumbledore called out to the school, rising from his seat. The hall fell to a sudden hush. "First of all, congratulations once again for their spectacular performance yesterday. Secondly, I must admit that yesterday, in the teachers stands, I believe that I heard some criticism on the flying abilities of some of the players," Harry couldn't help noticing Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Lupin, who had return to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts for the year as they hadn't been able to find a replacement, go rather red and sink in their seats.
"I propose," Dumbledore called again, "a competitive match between the best of the students, and the best of the faculty."
Dumbledore's proposal was greeted with favor among the students, but the teachers weren't quite as willing. The students won by popular vote.
"That isn't fair, Dumbledore," McGonagall sighed as they lost the vote, "There are more of them." Dumbledore raised a questioning eyebrow at her as if to say "So?" and she fell silent.
"Tryouts for the student team will be held this week after classes, the staff team will be selected from positions on their teams as students." McGonagall and Snape dropped there jaws in horror. It seemed that they had both been on their student year teams.
The students clapped and cheered at their teacher's acquiescent attitude toward what they were faced with. To all of them, this was but a once in a life time chance to humiliate the professors like never before.
"How hard can it be?" Fred Weasley asked as they were dismissed from the Great
Hall, "I mean, only Madame Hooch has played quidditch in the last decade! They're probably all completely out of practice!"
"Yeah! Couldn't you tell by their faces? They already know that they're going to be really humiliated!" George Weasley laughed. Harry had a sudden image of Professor McGonagall falling of her broom and gave a small laugh.
The rest of the day was spent laughing about how horribly the teachers would be. Even Hermione agreed that they wouldn't stand a chance. At 10:00, they all went up to their respective dorms, laughing hysterically at George's imitation of Snape falling off a broom, ("It was Potter's fault! 1,000 points from Gryffind...BANG!)
Harry curled up in bed thinking about what moves he would do at the try outs the next day. 'Really, how hard can it be to beat a bunch of old and untrained adults?' He couldn't imagine them as being good. It wasn't possible, was it?
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Review if I should continue. I have all intentions of finishing the Later Years. Chapter six is currently at school. It should be up soon! Please give me some feedback on this! As always, Minerva McGonagall is NOT seventy. She's the same age as Snape and Lupin!
^-^ (meow!)
A/N: Mostly for fun. This has been done before, But it's been written on paper in my house long before I was a member here.
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Harry Potter staggered into the great hall, fashionably late. It was Sunday, and Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup the previous day. Harry didn't have a care in the world as he sat down next to Ron and Hermione. That would soon change.
"I have two announcements this morning," Professor Dumbledore called out to the school, rising from his seat. The hall fell to a sudden hush. "First of all, congratulations once again for their spectacular performance yesterday. Secondly, I must admit that yesterday, in the teachers stands, I believe that I heard some criticism on the flying abilities of some of the players," Harry couldn't help noticing Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Lupin, who had return to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts for the year as they hadn't been able to find a replacement, go rather red and sink in their seats.
"I propose," Dumbledore called again, "a competitive match between the best of the students, and the best of the faculty."
Dumbledore's proposal was greeted with favor among the students, but the teachers weren't quite as willing. The students won by popular vote.
"That isn't fair, Dumbledore," McGonagall sighed as they lost the vote, "There are more of them." Dumbledore raised a questioning eyebrow at her as if to say "So?" and she fell silent.
"Tryouts for the student team will be held this week after classes, the staff team will be selected from positions on their teams as students." McGonagall and Snape dropped there jaws in horror. It seemed that they had both been on their student year teams.
The students clapped and cheered at their teacher's acquiescent attitude toward what they were faced with. To all of them, this was but a once in a life time chance to humiliate the professors like never before.
"How hard can it be?" Fred Weasley asked as they were dismissed from the Great
Hall, "I mean, only Madame Hooch has played quidditch in the last decade! They're probably all completely out of practice!"
"Yeah! Couldn't you tell by their faces? They already know that they're going to be really humiliated!" George Weasley laughed. Harry had a sudden image of Professor McGonagall falling of her broom and gave a small laugh.
The rest of the day was spent laughing about how horribly the teachers would be. Even Hermione agreed that they wouldn't stand a chance. At 10:00, they all went up to their respective dorms, laughing hysterically at George's imitation of Snape falling off a broom, ("It was Potter's fault! 1,000 points from Gryffind...BANG!)
Harry curled up in bed thinking about what moves he would do at the try outs the next day. 'Really, how hard can it be to beat a bunch of old and untrained adults?' He couldn't imagine them as being good. It wasn't possible, was it?
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Review if I should continue. I have all intentions of finishing the Later Years. Chapter six is currently at school. It should be up soon! Please give me some feedback on this! As always, Minerva McGonagall is NOT seventy. She's the same age as Snape and Lupin!
^-^ (meow!)