Chapter 3:
The Quidditch Game
As Harry and Ron walked out onto the lawn, the other members of Ron's family set up the table. Harry and Ron set down their brooms and proceeded to the tables to help. As Harry picked up a plate he realized how much Ron and Hermione looked at each other. It was as if they were up to something and were trying to hide it. Harry shook his, as though he were trying to shake the idea out of his mind, and he continued to help set up the table.
Everyone came outside to eat, with the exception of Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Percy, and Bill. They were all working with the Ministry of Magic to help them calm things down. The ministry had been extremely busy since Voldemort had come back. After a long nice conversation over a really good home cooked meal, Harry could not feel more welcome. He wondered what his life might be like if his parents were still alive. He wondered what they were like and how much they loved him. "Are you ok, Harry? You looked depressed- is something wrong?" asked Hermione. Harry suddenly came back to reality and looked at her. "No, I am fine" Harry lied. "Harry are you ready to play?" Ron asked as he walked over. Harry nodded and walked over to he place where he had his broom. He swung one leg over his broom and kicked off of the ground hard. He shot into the air. The wind was blowing in his face and he took a deep breath. He could not believe he was on his broom again, because the Quidditch games had been cancelled the year before. He loved being on his broom. It lifted all of his thoughts away and helped him to feel happy. "Harry- let's start off trying to throw our "Quaffle" into the goal. Ron- you can be the keeper," said Fred, as he picked up what looked like a basketball that had been painted red. Harry knew that the Weasley's could never afford to buy a real Quaffle, so this was a rather good imitation. Ron got into position in front of the goal, which was a long pole with a hoop on the top, and rode slowly back and forth in front of it, preparing himself to catch the ball. Harry looked over at Fred and George. They were twisting and winding all around the yard, passing the ball to each other. Ron was now high above the goal, keeping a close eye on the twins. Fred passed the ball to George, He turned very quickly and aimed at the goal. Ron, at the last second, saw what was about to happen and flew straight down toward the goal. George threw the Quaffle with all of his might and Ron let go of his broom just in time to catch the Quaffle. He placed it under his right arm and held his broom with his left as he flew slowly to the ground.
The Quidditch Game
As Harry and Ron walked out onto the lawn, the other members of Ron's family set up the table. Harry and Ron set down their brooms and proceeded to the tables to help. As Harry picked up a plate he realized how much Ron and Hermione looked at each other. It was as if they were up to something and were trying to hide it. Harry shook his, as though he were trying to shake the idea out of his mind, and he continued to help set up the table.
Everyone came outside to eat, with the exception of Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Percy, and Bill. They were all working with the Ministry of Magic to help them calm things down. The ministry had been extremely busy since Voldemort had come back. After a long nice conversation over a really good home cooked meal, Harry could not feel more welcome. He wondered what his life might be like if his parents were still alive. He wondered what they were like and how much they loved him. "Are you ok, Harry? You looked depressed- is something wrong?" asked Hermione. Harry suddenly came back to reality and looked at her. "No, I am fine" Harry lied. "Harry are you ready to play?" Ron asked as he walked over. Harry nodded and walked over to he place where he had his broom. He swung one leg over his broom and kicked off of the ground hard. He shot into the air. The wind was blowing in his face and he took a deep breath. He could not believe he was on his broom again, because the Quidditch games had been cancelled the year before. He loved being on his broom. It lifted all of his thoughts away and helped him to feel happy. "Harry- let's start off trying to throw our "Quaffle" into the goal. Ron- you can be the keeper," said Fred, as he picked up what looked like a basketball that had been painted red. Harry knew that the Weasley's could never afford to buy a real Quaffle, so this was a rather good imitation. Ron got into position in front of the goal, which was a long pole with a hoop on the top, and rode slowly back and forth in front of it, preparing himself to catch the ball. Harry looked over at Fred and George. They were twisting and winding all around the yard, passing the ball to each other. Ron was now high above the goal, keeping a close eye on the twins. Fred passed the ball to George, He turned very quickly and aimed at the goal. Ron, at the last second, saw what was about to happen and flew straight down toward the goal. George threw the Quaffle with all of his might and Ron let go of his broom just in time to catch the Quaffle. He placed it under his right arm and held his broom with his left as he flew slowly to the ground.
