A/N yeah, sorry for the delay, I just got a puppy and he's a handful. But
I have so many ideas; I can't wait to put it all down. What do you guys
think of another Yule Ball type thing? Except just for Hogwarts students.
Let me know what you think, and here is Chapter 4.
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Chapter 4: Quiddich
Weeks went by, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. The
twins attended classes, hung out with friends, and of course,
got into trouble. They already had two detentions with Snape
for charming all the potion bottles. Whenever anyone opened
one, there was a popping sound, and then a chorus of
(To the tune of Jingle Bells)
Gryffindor
Gryffindor
Lions are the best
If you try to mess with us
We'll kick your ---.
But what the twins were really looking forward to was
Quiddich. Oliver Wood had graduated the year before, so
Angelina was named the Gryffindor Quiddich Captain. She had
set up an intense Quiddich schedule, but by Gryffindor's
first match against Hufflepuff, the team was ready.
It was the day before the match. The twins were in defense
against the Dark Arts, when…
"Professor Kingly (the new DATDA teacher), may I please see
all members of the Gryffindor Quiddich team?" Professor
McGonagall asked, a worried expression in her face.
"Of course, Minerva," Professor Kingly said, in a sing song
voice. Her midnight robes and jet black hair blended
perfectly today.
George, Fred, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie stood up and walked
out of the room, also becoming worried. Ron, who had made
the position of Keeper, was also standing outside the
classroom, his face pale. The only person missing was…
"Where the bloody hell is Harry?" Fred asked, his eyes pinned
on Ron.
"Watch your language, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall
said, lowering her eyes.
"I have no idea, I haven't seen him all day, even at lunch,
and he never misses a meal!!" Ron said, his eyes wide.
"Follow me, please" Professor McGonagall said, walking
swiftly, her green robes trailing behind her. The Quiddich
team exchanged looks, but followed their teacher.
McGonagall led them to the Hospital Wing. She slowly opened
the door, avoiding the eyes of the others.
Harry was sprawled on a bed. He was limp, and his whole body
was emerald green. His eyes were glazed, but he acted
perfectly alright.
"Hi guys," he said with a slight hiss to his voice.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, what happened?" Katie said, sitting on
the edge of Harry's bed. With that, Hermione and Ginny
walked through the door.
"Professor Flitwick stopped us in the hall and told us to
come here," Hermione said, out of breath.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny said, seeing her beloved Harry sprawled
lifelessly across a bed.
"I'm not sure what happened, Katie," Harry said, giving
Hermione and Ginny a weak smile.
"Do you mind if I tell them, Potter?" McGonagall said,
unusually gentle and kind.
"Sure, Professor, I'd like to know too," Harry said. Everyone
laughed, except McGonagall, who never laughs.
"Well, this morning before breakfast, Mr. Potter was cursed,
a dark, rare curse. This curse doesn't do anything, just
makes the victim very weak and limp for a week…"
"A WEEK?! Professor, our first Quiddich match is tomorrow!"
George protested.
"We can't win without Harry!" Alicia added, backing George
up.
"Madam Pomfrey has found a potion that will reverse the
spell, so Mr. Potter may be able to play I tomorrow's match.
UNDER ONE CONDITION!" McGonagall said.
"What is it?" Alicia, Angelina, George, Fred, Ron, Katie,
Hermione, and Ginny said together, breathless.
"One of you two," McGonagall said, pointing to Fred and
George, "needs to be on him every moment. A usual bludger
blow could be extra fatal. One of you will have to protect
him, which is a very scary thing to think about," McGonagall
said, her eyes locked with the twins.
"You got it, Professor, don't worry," Fred said, taking one
last glance at Harry before leaving the room.
"Get better, mate," George said, following his brother.
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"Welcome to another year of Quiddich! I am your commentator
Lee Jordan. Yes, I have been allowed to commentate for
another year, all thanks to our lovely and charming,
Professor McGonagall."
"I'm warning you, Jordan, one false move."
"Don't worry, Professor. Well, yesterday, the Gryffindor
seeker, Harry Potter, was cursed, and turned a shade of
Slytherin Green."
"Strike one, Jordan."
"Right Professor, anyway…"
"Don't worry, Harry, I'll be here," Fred said to his young
friend.
"Really, Fred, that makes me feel so much better," Harry
said, stretching out his shoulders. "Why isn't George doing
this again?"
"Because he's faster on a broom, so he can get around the
field better than I can. Why, do you think he could do a
better job than I could?" Fred asked, mock hurt.
"No, that would be worse," Harry mumbled. Fred laughed.
"The snitch is released, as the bludgers as well, and up goes
the Quaffle. The game has begun. Bell takes the Quaffle,
that's my girl."
"Jordan, no one cares about your personal life."
"Of course, sorry, Professor. Anyway, she passes Johnson,
who passes back to Bell, and she scores! Ten points to
Gryffindor! Take that you cursing son of a…"
"JORDAN!!"
"Oh, terrible sorry, Professor."
"You okay, Harry?" Fred asked, beating a bludger to his
brother, who sent it toward the Hufflepuff Keeper.
"Yeah. Fred, stay here a second," Harry said.
"I can't, Harry, McGonagall's orders," Fred said. But Harry
was already after the snitch.
"AND POTTER'S AFTER THE SNITCH!! GO HARRY GO!" Lee said,
standing up to watch his seeker fly toward the little gold
ball.
The snitch turned toward the Slytherin stands and sat right
there, waiting for Harry. By now, the Hufflepuff seeker had
seen the snitch and was trying to catch up. His
CleanSweeper was nothing against Harry's Firebolt.
"WATCH OUT, HARRY!!! THEY MIGHT CURSE YOU AGAIN!" Lee
shouted.
"Detention, Mr. Jordan."
"But, Professor…"
Harry stopped dead looking at the little golden ball above
the Slytherin stands.
"What's he going to do?" Fred asked, coming up to his
brother.
"I don't know," George said, sending a bludger toward the
middle oh nowhere.
"He has to get it," Fred said.
"Let's get a closer look," George said, leaning forward on
his broom and flying to where Harry was.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy said, taking out his wand?
"No, Malfoy, I'm not. But I'm sure you would be if you were
in my position," Harry said calmly.
"You wish, Potter," Malfoy said.
A bludger raced toward Harry at high speed. George hit it
away in the nick of time.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"Just get it," Fred whispered to him.
Out of nowhere, Harry darted at the Slytherin stands, where
the snitch was still sitting. The Hufflepuff seeker just sat
on his broom, refusing to go anywhere near the Slytherins.
The snitch was right above Draco Malfoy's head. Malfoy
raised his wand.
Fred and George saw Harry fly into the Slytherin stands, and
grab the snitch, just as Malfoy yelled an unknown spell.
Harry dodged it and hurriedly flew to the ground. Gryffindor
had won this weird match.
"Gryffindor wins," Lee said, emotionless. He just stared at
the spot Harry had been.
"Let me see that snitch, Potter," Madam Hooch said, taking
the snitch from Harry.
Madam Hooch stared at the snitch, and tried a few spells.
She sighed, finding nothing wrong with the snitch, and
announced Gryffindor the winners.
Fred and George landed. The whole team looked at the snitch.
All of a sudden, a green serpent appeared on it. Then with
a pop, it disappeared.
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A/N I've been waiting to write a Quiddich match. Please
review.
I have so many ideas; I can't wait to put it all down. What do you guys
think of another Yule Ball type thing? Except just for Hogwarts students.
Let me know what you think, and here is Chapter 4.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Chapter 4: Quiddich
Weeks went by, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. The
twins attended classes, hung out with friends, and of course,
got into trouble. They already had two detentions with Snape
for charming all the potion bottles. Whenever anyone opened
one, there was a popping sound, and then a chorus of
(To the tune of Jingle Bells)
Gryffindor
Gryffindor
Lions are the best
If you try to mess with us
We'll kick your ---.
But what the twins were really looking forward to was
Quiddich. Oliver Wood had graduated the year before, so
Angelina was named the Gryffindor Quiddich Captain. She had
set up an intense Quiddich schedule, but by Gryffindor's
first match against Hufflepuff, the team was ready.
It was the day before the match. The twins were in defense
against the Dark Arts, when…
"Professor Kingly (the new DATDA teacher), may I please see
all members of the Gryffindor Quiddich team?" Professor
McGonagall asked, a worried expression in her face.
"Of course, Minerva," Professor Kingly said, in a sing song
voice. Her midnight robes and jet black hair blended
perfectly today.
George, Fred, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie stood up and walked
out of the room, also becoming worried. Ron, who had made
the position of Keeper, was also standing outside the
classroom, his face pale. The only person missing was…
"Where the bloody hell is Harry?" Fred asked, his eyes pinned
on Ron.
"Watch your language, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall
said, lowering her eyes.
"I have no idea, I haven't seen him all day, even at lunch,
and he never misses a meal!!" Ron said, his eyes wide.
"Follow me, please" Professor McGonagall said, walking
swiftly, her green robes trailing behind her. The Quiddich
team exchanged looks, but followed their teacher.
McGonagall led them to the Hospital Wing. She slowly opened
the door, avoiding the eyes of the others.
Harry was sprawled on a bed. He was limp, and his whole body
was emerald green. His eyes were glazed, but he acted
perfectly alright.
"Hi guys," he said with a slight hiss to his voice.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, what happened?" Katie said, sitting on
the edge of Harry's bed. With that, Hermione and Ginny
walked through the door.
"Professor Flitwick stopped us in the hall and told us to
come here," Hermione said, out of breath.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny said, seeing her beloved Harry sprawled
lifelessly across a bed.
"I'm not sure what happened, Katie," Harry said, giving
Hermione and Ginny a weak smile.
"Do you mind if I tell them, Potter?" McGonagall said,
unusually gentle and kind.
"Sure, Professor, I'd like to know too," Harry said. Everyone
laughed, except McGonagall, who never laughs.
"Well, this morning before breakfast, Mr. Potter was cursed,
a dark, rare curse. This curse doesn't do anything, just
makes the victim very weak and limp for a week…"
"A WEEK?! Professor, our first Quiddich match is tomorrow!"
George protested.
"We can't win without Harry!" Alicia added, backing George
up.
"Madam Pomfrey has found a potion that will reverse the
spell, so Mr. Potter may be able to play I tomorrow's match.
UNDER ONE CONDITION!" McGonagall said.
"What is it?" Alicia, Angelina, George, Fred, Ron, Katie,
Hermione, and Ginny said together, breathless.
"One of you two," McGonagall said, pointing to Fred and
George, "needs to be on him every moment. A usual bludger
blow could be extra fatal. One of you will have to protect
him, which is a very scary thing to think about," McGonagall
said, her eyes locked with the twins.
"You got it, Professor, don't worry," Fred said, taking one
last glance at Harry before leaving the room.
"Get better, mate," George said, following his brother.
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"Welcome to another year of Quiddich! I am your commentator
Lee Jordan. Yes, I have been allowed to commentate for
another year, all thanks to our lovely and charming,
Professor McGonagall."
"I'm warning you, Jordan, one false move."
"Don't worry, Professor. Well, yesterday, the Gryffindor
seeker, Harry Potter, was cursed, and turned a shade of
Slytherin Green."
"Strike one, Jordan."
"Right Professor, anyway…"
"Don't worry, Harry, I'll be here," Fred said to his young
friend.
"Really, Fred, that makes me feel so much better," Harry
said, stretching out his shoulders. "Why isn't George doing
this again?"
"Because he's faster on a broom, so he can get around the
field better than I can. Why, do you think he could do a
better job than I could?" Fred asked, mock hurt.
"No, that would be worse," Harry mumbled. Fred laughed.
"The snitch is released, as the bludgers as well, and up goes
the Quaffle. The game has begun. Bell takes the Quaffle,
that's my girl."
"Jordan, no one cares about your personal life."
"Of course, sorry, Professor. Anyway, she passes Johnson,
who passes back to Bell, and she scores! Ten points to
Gryffindor! Take that you cursing son of a…"
"JORDAN!!"
"Oh, terrible sorry, Professor."
"You okay, Harry?" Fred asked, beating a bludger to his
brother, who sent it toward the Hufflepuff Keeper.
"Yeah. Fred, stay here a second," Harry said.
"I can't, Harry, McGonagall's orders," Fred said. But Harry
was already after the snitch.
"AND POTTER'S AFTER THE SNITCH!! GO HARRY GO!" Lee said,
standing up to watch his seeker fly toward the little gold
ball.
The snitch turned toward the Slytherin stands and sat right
there, waiting for Harry. By now, the Hufflepuff seeker had
seen the snitch and was trying to catch up. His
CleanSweeper was nothing against Harry's Firebolt.
"WATCH OUT, HARRY!!! THEY MIGHT CURSE YOU AGAIN!" Lee
shouted.
"Detention, Mr. Jordan."
"But, Professor…"
Harry stopped dead looking at the little golden ball above
the Slytherin stands.
"What's he going to do?" Fred asked, coming up to his
brother.
"I don't know," George said, sending a bludger toward the
middle oh nowhere.
"He has to get it," Fred said.
"Let's get a closer look," George said, leaning forward on
his broom and flying to where Harry was.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy said, taking out his wand?
"No, Malfoy, I'm not. But I'm sure you would be if you were
in my position," Harry said calmly.
"You wish, Potter," Malfoy said.
A bludger raced toward Harry at high speed. George hit it
away in the nick of time.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"Just get it," Fred whispered to him.
Out of nowhere, Harry darted at the Slytherin stands, where
the snitch was still sitting. The Hufflepuff seeker just sat
on his broom, refusing to go anywhere near the Slytherins.
The snitch was right above Draco Malfoy's head. Malfoy
raised his wand.
Fred and George saw Harry fly into the Slytherin stands, and
grab the snitch, just as Malfoy yelled an unknown spell.
Harry dodged it and hurriedly flew to the ground. Gryffindor
had won this weird match.
"Gryffindor wins," Lee said, emotionless. He just stared at
the spot Harry had been.
"Let me see that snitch, Potter," Madam Hooch said, taking
the snitch from Harry.
Madam Hooch stared at the snitch, and tried a few spells.
She sighed, finding nothing wrong with the snitch, and
announced Gryffindor the winners.
Fred and George landed. The whole team looked at the snitch.
All of a sudden, a green serpent appeared on it. Then with
a pop, it disappeared.
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A/N I've been waiting to write a Quiddich match. Please
review.
