A lot Can Happen in a Week - Staring the Marauders

(Note : I do not own Harry Potter,or any Names,places or copyrights belonging to the creator of harry potter. These belong to J.k Rowling.)

(Note : I do how ever own the characters in this story that I have created. I created them therefore they are mine.)

Chapter 1 - Seeking the Glory

"Hufflepuff have possesion of the Quaffle...Price passes to Wayne...Who throws the quaffle at....fantastic save by the Griffindor keeper, Longbottom is on top form today."

James flew across the top of the pitch at high speed.

'Where could that Snitch be ?' He thought as he avoided a bludger.

"And now Rodgers has the ball for Griffindor and... he scores ! That makes the score 130 to 110, Hufflepuff still lead. Remember, if Hufflepuff win slytherin will win the cup, but Hufflepuff will be second. However if Griffindor win, they will face Slytherin on the last sunday of term to break the tie."

And then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye. Two hours of waiting and now he could see it. The snitch. James turned of his Whiplash and headed towards it at a incredible speed.

"And the Griffindor seeker, James Potter, has spotted the snitch, but wait so has the Hufflepuff Seeker, Martin Pester."

The snitch was hovering six feet from the ground. James swooped towards it, but then he saw that pester was diving at it too. The were going to crash. The broomsticks got closer and closer to each other and the snitch, but neither seeker would back out. And then just as the two were about to reach it, the snitch shot up slighty.

"And it looks like the seekers are going to crash !"

But then James stood up, and in a last attempt he jumped off his broom and grabbed the snitch in mid-air. He saw, still in mid-air, that his broom hit Pester in the face knocking him off his broom. And then he hit the floor hard.

"And what a grab by James Potter !" He's got the snitch and that makes the score 260 to 130. Griffindor win !"

James could here the crowd cheer and then he saw, from his view, Martin Pesters head appear above him.

"How's it going james ?" He said, smiling yet bleeding from the nose, "Looks like your up against Slytherin next sunday." And then he was gone and replaced with three faces beeming at him.

"That was a very risky move," Came the voice of his best friend, Remus Lupin, known better as Moony, "You could have died."

"Don't be daft Moony," Came the second, more reckless voice. This was sirus, known to the gang as Padfoot. "That was excellent."

And then came the last voice, "Are you in a lot of pain ?" This was wormtail, although weaker, smaller and less popular he was still a member of the gang.

"Just a little," James added. "But not as much pain as Malfoy's gonna be in when I knock him off his broom on sunday."

Wormtail shuddered, Lupin smiled and Sirus added,

"That's my boy."