Feallan Steorra

Chapter 19: Final Match

Author's jibberish: Ok, nothing to really say. This is Quidditch, and the only thing here is, well, Quidditch. This chapter, in all honesty, was to make this story an even 20 chapters but there are some entertaining parts nonetheless. This is also to vent, because since Oliver Wood, Cho Chang and Marcus Flint will be a no-show for the PoA movie, that means there will be no Quidditch. Argh, and furthermore, Harry breaks his Nimbus during a game, so he won't get a Firebolt? I'd like to see how they work with that! So this is my way of being mad; I'm putting this chapter in anyway because Quidditch is that damn important…

            "Come on Harry!"

            Harry grabbed hold of his Firebolt and gathered with his other fellow Gryffindor teammates.

            "Alright," Angelina began her pep talk. "This is the final game: Slytherin."

            "And our last year," George nodded.

            "Kind of brings a tear to your eye," Fred added, wiping a fake tear.

            "I just want everyone to know that this team has been great," Angelina continued. "We're so good, we've made it this far. Thanks to our strong beaters,"

            George and Fred smiled and high-fived.

            "Our awesome chasers,"

            Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet smiled brightly.

            "Our cool keeper,"

            "She said I'm cool," Ron beamed proudly.

            "And our super seeker."

            They all turned to Harry, who was getting slightly red in the ears.

            "This team has been great and let's bring this home!" Angelina exclaimed. A group hug occurred and then they left to the field.

            "Good afternoon, Hogwarts, and welcome to the last Quidditch match of the season!" the announcer exclaimed. "And for many members of the teams, this will be their last year, as well as my last commentation. It's quite bittersweet. For me, as graduation comes creeping at the door, I fondly look at the first days of being the commentator of Quidditch."

            All 14 players were already in position in the sky.

            "I was just a young first year that fateful day," Lee began. "I was in detention for Professor McGonagall's class for talking too much. Then, Professor Dumbledore offered me the job as commentator for the Quidditch matches. I was absolutely thrilled!

            "The moment I sat behind the microphone, right here behind the box, I knew where my destiny lay--."

            "Jordan!" McGonagall's voice echoed.

            "Sorry there Professor," Lee apologized. "Just reminiscing."

            Draco turned to Harry. "You sure you're up to play Potter? Morell did give you a fair kicking."

            Harry just smirked. "Speak for yourself; can you open your hands now? Not that it'll make a difference."

            Draco's ears turned red.

            The quaffle flew in the air. "And the balls are released!" Lee Jordan's voice rang. "Angelina Johnson takes position, zooms under Pucey, over Plege, throws it, scores for Gryffindor!" he exclaimed as the crowd cheered.

            "Keeper Bletchley passes the quaffle to Plege, and he zooms for the other side, dodges bludger courtesy of Fred Weasley, and punches Spinnet, that little git! Throws it to the goal, Keeper Weasley dives, and ricochets off his head! Good show, Ron, that'll teach them! But he looks woozy, like he's going to fall off his broom; that can't be good."

            Harry watched from above as the game unfolded. Before he knew it, Slytherin stood 60 points tied with Gryffindor. Then, he spotted a flicker of gold nearing the Gryffindor goal. He dove and spotted a blur of green beside him.

            "That little snitch is as good as mine!" Draco hollered.

            Side by side, they chased the snitch as if weaved through the goal posts, past the audience stands and by the players.

            "And it's neck and neck for seekers Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Go, Harry, go!" Jordan exclaimed. "Malfoy entered this new Quidditch year with a Firebolt; the same broom model Harry is flying. The Firebolt is by far the fastest broom in the world, being able to reach 150 miles per hour. Harry has the classic sturdy oak natural finish neck while Malfoy must have got a custom black finish to his…trying to play it off, but we know he's just copying Harry--."

            "Jordan, will you please comment on the game?!" Professor McGonagall didn't even need a sonorous spell.

            They chased the snitch as it shot up into the air. As they chased the gold ball across the sky, a bludger came zooming towards them. "Harry!" Fred exclaimed. The bludger hit Draco from the hip, sending him towards the left, being knocked clear off his broom. So he grabbed the nearest thing: Harry. He was about to tackle Harry off his broom but Harry wrapped his legs around the broomstick and grabbed hold of it. Before he knew it, Harry's view was upside down. Harry was on his broom, upside down, with his arms and legs wrapped around the broomstick. Draco was dangling, holding onto Harry by the robes.

            "What do you think you're doing?" Draco hissed.

            "Me? You're the one who jumped on me!" Harry exclaimed. "You're going to rip my robes."

            "Put me down this instant!" Draco exclaimed.

            Harry almost laughed. "You sure about that?"
            When Draco looked down, he spotted a red-head girl, who to him, was about the size of an ant. He gulped. "Just great…" he watched his broom gently descend.

            "Why don't you just jump to your broom or summon it. I'm sure you have a wand on you," Harry suggested.

            "And that involves letting go and plummeting to my death!" Draco growled. "I think not. Just don't move."

            "Then this game will never end because neither one of us will get the snitch."

            "You won't but I will," Draco laughed. "I just got to find a way to--." Draco's insides jolted as he felt like he was falling. Then, the feeling completely halted. He looked up and saw Harry had let go of the broom but his legs were still wrapped around it. "Are you bloody mad, Potter? Stupid Scar-boy…"

            Harry narrowed his eyes and began to fly downwards in his upside down state.

            "Dammit Potter! What the hell do you think you're doin--," Draco bit his lip as Harry glared at him.

            "Let go," Harry ordered.

            "You're crazy!"

            Harry rolled his eyes and unhooked his Quidditch robes.

            "Potter, don't you dare--!"

            But Draco started to scream as he fell towards the ground. Is this it? Draco gulped. However, his back fell against a long hard object. He soon realized Harry had dropped him about 15 feet above his own Firebolt. Then he spotted Harry flying towards one of the Hufflepuff stands. Draco straddled him broom and chased after him.

            The snitch flapped towards a Hufflepuff stand, u-turned, and headed towards the center of the field. Harry was right behind it, going at full speed. Coming towards him was Draco, arm extended. For a second, Harry thought he and Draco would collide.

            "It's mine, Potter!" Draco yelled.

            Harry scooted forward on his broom and jumped for the golden snitch. Draco pulled up, stopping right where Harry dove. He followed and they sped towards the ground. They were neck and neck, 12 feet from the ground. Harry let go of his broom and fell towards the Quidditch field. He felt the snitch being encircled in his fingers and clutched it tight as his body tumbled to the ground.

            "Harry Potter grabs the Snitch!" Lee Jordan exclaimed. "Gryffindor wins: 210 to 60!"

            The crows roared and Harry could feel the ground shake with excitement. He looked up and saw his 6 fellow teammates smiling. Draco gave Harry his most dangerous dagger-look and flew back to the Slytherin gates.

            Harry took a deep breath. It was a great feeling: his team won the final Quidditch match. He looked around him and then to the Gryffindor stands: Hermione was smiling proudly. She managed to get out of the hospital to watch him. Warmth swelled in his chest.

Author's jibberish again: The conclusion is the next chapter. Please read and review…even though there isn't much!