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A/N Chapter three is here! Wow! More reviews please!
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Monday 2:55
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Harry was bored. He had been struggling to keep his eyes open for the last half hour. Professor Binns seemed not to notice that Hermione was the only one taking notes. Ron was drawing a picture of Malfoy getting eaten by a giant spider, Lavendar and Parvati were passing notes and giggling loudly, Seamus and Dean were trying to balance their quills on the end of their noses, and Neville was drooling peacefully in his stupor.
Five more minutes until the bell was supposed to ring. Binns' drones began flying past Harry's ears. He could feel his mind slowly slip out to the quidditch pitch, where he would be in a few minutes to try out for the student quidditch team. If only History of Magic would end! Harry didn't particularly care about Emrick the Oddball and Uric the evil, or was it the other way around? Oh, well. Point made.
Harry could all ready feel himself racing on his Firebolt. There was the snitch. Harry kept a close eye on it and willed himself forward. It dived up, down, left, right...into a backpack? Oh, it was only Hermione's wristwatch.
The bell suddenly rang, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He grabbed his things and dashed out the door, pausing only to say he'd meet up with Ron later. He was out the door before Binns even knew his class was leaving. Harry dashed down the stairs, past the entrance hall, and out the main front doors. His Firebolt would be waiting for him in the quidditch pitch with the other brooms.
"Good to see you, Harry," Said a voice behind Harry. He whipped around to see Professor Dumbledore beaming down at him. Professor Dumbledore would be judging the players for the team. He was also going to be the referee during the match.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," Harry panted, selecting his Firebolt from the rows of brooms in front of him.
"You are allowed to warm up while everyone else arri-" Dumbledore began, but Harry didn't catch the rest. He was soaring through the air, for real this time. The wind rushed past him as he raced around the pitch for a couple of minutes.
"Harry, come down now," a distant voice called, "We're ready to begin."
Ready to compete, Harry dived and landed gracefully in front of , ugh, Malfoy.
"Ready to lose, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. Harry groaned inwardly. Was that the best he could come up with? He was losing his touch!
"Well, it'll only be a timed catching of the snitch for us. That shouldn't be too hard. At least I can catch the snitch at all, unlike you," Harry replied smoothly. Malfoy seemed unable to come up with a reply, so he curled his lip and turned to face Dumbledore, who was asking them to get in line.
"Harry, as you're warmed up, would you like to go first?" Harry nodded and walked stiffly up to Dumbledore, desperate not to show Malfoy how nervous he was.
"Ready, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded again. "All right, begin!" Dumbledore released the snitch, and Harry shot up after it. Left, right, up, higher, closer, and into his hand. He could see Dumbledore stop the watch about thirty feet below.
"Five and a half seconds," Dumbledore said, amazed, "Very nicely done."
Harry walked back to the castle, grinning broadly. Malfoy looked horrified. How could he beat that time? He couldn't and he didn't. Harry could feel that he had no competion.
What he didn't know was that the teachers were watching the competition from the staff room window and taking notes.
"Keep your eye on Potter," Professor McGonagall said softly, "Distract him from catching the snitch too quickly."
"How will we do that?" Flitwick asked.
"Do you have an imagination?" McGonagall replied tartly. Flitwick nodded. "Then use it!"
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Next chapter: The teams are announced! It should be up after Wednesday! I'll be reviewing 'till then! Review me and it may get up Wednesday night! Thanks for the 20 reviews I have all ready!
^-^ (meow!)
A/N Chapter three is here! Wow! More reviews please!
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Monday 2:55
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Harry was bored. He had been struggling to keep his eyes open for the last half hour. Professor Binns seemed not to notice that Hermione was the only one taking notes. Ron was drawing a picture of Malfoy getting eaten by a giant spider, Lavendar and Parvati were passing notes and giggling loudly, Seamus and Dean were trying to balance their quills on the end of their noses, and Neville was drooling peacefully in his stupor.
Five more minutes until the bell was supposed to ring. Binns' drones began flying past Harry's ears. He could feel his mind slowly slip out to the quidditch pitch, where he would be in a few minutes to try out for the student quidditch team. If only History of Magic would end! Harry didn't particularly care about Emrick the Oddball and Uric the evil, or was it the other way around? Oh, well. Point made.
Harry could all ready feel himself racing on his Firebolt. There was the snitch. Harry kept a close eye on it and willed himself forward. It dived up, down, left, right...into a backpack? Oh, it was only Hermione's wristwatch.
The bell suddenly rang, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He grabbed his things and dashed out the door, pausing only to say he'd meet up with Ron later. He was out the door before Binns even knew his class was leaving. Harry dashed down the stairs, past the entrance hall, and out the main front doors. His Firebolt would be waiting for him in the quidditch pitch with the other brooms.
"Good to see you, Harry," Said a voice behind Harry. He whipped around to see Professor Dumbledore beaming down at him. Professor Dumbledore would be judging the players for the team. He was also going to be the referee during the match.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," Harry panted, selecting his Firebolt from the rows of brooms in front of him.
"You are allowed to warm up while everyone else arri-" Dumbledore began, but Harry didn't catch the rest. He was soaring through the air, for real this time. The wind rushed past him as he raced around the pitch for a couple of minutes.
"Harry, come down now," a distant voice called, "We're ready to begin."
Ready to compete, Harry dived and landed gracefully in front of , ugh, Malfoy.
"Ready to lose, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. Harry groaned inwardly. Was that the best he could come up with? He was losing his touch!
"Well, it'll only be a timed catching of the snitch for us. That shouldn't be too hard. At least I can catch the snitch at all, unlike you," Harry replied smoothly. Malfoy seemed unable to come up with a reply, so he curled his lip and turned to face Dumbledore, who was asking them to get in line.
"Harry, as you're warmed up, would you like to go first?" Harry nodded and walked stiffly up to Dumbledore, desperate not to show Malfoy how nervous he was.
"Ready, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded again. "All right, begin!" Dumbledore released the snitch, and Harry shot up after it. Left, right, up, higher, closer, and into his hand. He could see Dumbledore stop the watch about thirty feet below.
"Five and a half seconds," Dumbledore said, amazed, "Very nicely done."
Harry walked back to the castle, grinning broadly. Malfoy looked horrified. How could he beat that time? He couldn't and he didn't. Harry could feel that he had no competion.
What he didn't know was that the teachers were watching the competition from the staff room window and taking notes.
"Keep your eye on Potter," Professor McGonagall said softly, "Distract him from catching the snitch too quickly."
"How will we do that?" Flitwick asked.
"Do you have an imagination?" McGonagall replied tartly. Flitwick nodded. "Then use it!"
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Next chapter: The teams are announced! It should be up after Wednesday! I'll be reviewing 'till then! Review me and it may get up Wednesday night! Thanks for the 20 reviews I have all ready!
^-^ (meow!)