A/N: Here's chapter 14, yay. Wow, 14 chapters so far. . . I'm going to
probably have- about 17 or so altogether. That's quite a lot--- Anyways,
now the hobbits get to see Quidditch in action! Too bad Harry's BANNED by
little Miss UMBRIDGE--- So go ahead and read the chapter, why don't ya---
Ah yes, own nothing. Absolutely nothing. *sighs*
Chapter 14
The hobbits rose early Friday morning and were delighted by the idea of no classes today, since a Quidditch thingamabob match was being held today. They quickly dressed and came downstairs into the Common Room.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were not there. The hobbits, thinking that they were down in the Great Hall, went through the portrait hole and descended the many flights of stairs, careful this time of any that could suddenly move.
Once in the Entrance Hall, they fought their way through the crowd of students and entered the Great Hall. They looked around to the Gryffindor table, and sure enough there was Harry and Hermione. But where was Ron?
They made their way over to the House table and sat down next to Harry and Hermione.
"Where's Ron?" asked Frodo as he grabbed for a piece of toast. This new food was strange, he thought, but he liked it. Merry and Pippin seemed to think so too, as they just inhaled their food whenever they got a chance . . .
"Well, he was in the boy's dormitories when I left," Harry said slowly and thoughtfully. "But- Oh, there he is!"
They turned their heads and there was Ron making his way towards them, a broom in hand. The hobbits had learned that the players flew on brooms, but that sounded ridiculous. Ron sat down on the other side of Harry and just stared at his plate. He didn't say a word.
"Uh, hey Ron," Harry began unsurely. "Why don't you have some breakfast?"
Hermione nodded her head. "You need to eat SOMETHING, Ron," she stated. Ron looked up from the still empty plate and looked at her.
"Not hungry," he mumbled. Hermione sighed.
"Look, you need to eat something to give you energy for today," Harry said to him as he started to scoop some eggs onto Ron's plate for him. "And I'm sure Angelina wouldn't appreciate it if her star Keeper was fatigued."
Ron looked at Harry as if he had let out a swear word. "Who are you trying to kid, Harry? I'm lousy at being a Keeper-"
"Ron, that is not true!" Hermione said loudly. "You're a great Keeper, and today you're going to prove it."
Ron just shook his head miserably and stared back at his plate, which now had a small mound of untouched scrambled eggs. Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged defiantly, and then began to eat his breakfast again.
The hobbits, unsure of what to do, just glanced at each other before starting to eat themselves.
Soon, the Gryffindor team got up from the table to get ready for the match. The whole of Gryffindor applauded, and Ron looked pale. They left the Great Hall and the students began to get up themselves.
"Come on, let's go to the Quidditch pitch," Harry told the hobbits as he and Hermione began to rise. They nodded and left the Great Hall, going out to the grounds in the direction of the Quidditch field.
"So, you said that you were banned from the team, right?" Frodo asked Harry as they strolled along.
"Yeah," replied Harry, now looking a bit glum.
"Well, didn't someone take your place, then?" Frodo continued. "And what about Fred and George?"
"Well, you know Ron's little sister, Ginny?"
Frodo nodded his head.
"That's who's replacing me. And for Fred and George, two blokes named Kirke and Sloper. They aren't that brilliant, but that was Angelina's choice-"
"Angelina?" Frodo asked.
"Oh, she's on the team too. She's the Captain, but this is her final year at Hogwarts, so-"
Frodo nodded his head. This Quidditch business was starting to get confusing . . .
They arrived at the Quidditch field and the four hobbits followed Harry and Hermione over to the stands, which were tall and decorated with the different banners of the Houses. They climbed a little wooden stair and found themselves out in the open, with a clear view of the field.
The stands began to fill up rapidly, and soon every student was awaiting the start of the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
Soon, the voice of a student rang through the stands, ceasing the chatter of the eager students.
"Welcome to today's Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" shouted the voice, as many cheers rose from the crowd, and even some boos from the green-clad end.
"I am your commentator Lee Jordan, and it looks as if the teams are now ready to enter the pitch! On the left, it's Gryffindor! You show them, team!" Lee shouted above the tumultuous cheers from the Gryffindor part of the crowd. Down below Frodo could see the team of seven, all clad in scarlet robes, make their way to the middle of the field.
"And to the right, there's Hufflepuff team, who will no doubt be beaten by the unchallengeable Gryffindor team!"
"Jordan!" shouted the voice of Professor McGonagall. "Do not make assumptions about which team will win or not!"
"Sorry, Professor, just supporting my team," came the voice of Lee. Down on the field where the Hufflepuff team had joined Gryffindor, the figure of a woman could be seen approaching them. She too had a broom in hand, and a whistle dangled from a string around her neck.
"Captains, shake hands," they could hear her say to the two teams. A tall girl from the Gryffindor team, which must be Angelina, stepped forward as another student from the Hufflepuff team stepped up to meet her. They very briefly shook hands and then pulled away, making sure they had firm eye contact with one another.
"Players mount your brooms!" the woman, who was the referee, Madame Hooch, told the teams as they swung their legs over the brooms. Frodo looked at the sight: this was new. But then again, what wasn't in this world? But how could someone FLY on a broom?
Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and the two teams kicked off from the ground and soared into the air. Frodo gaped as they rushed upwards, and saw Ron fly over to the three large goal posts on the Gryffindor side of the pitch. Madame Hooch threw up a large red ball, and the game commenced.
"And it's Johnson with the Quaffle as she makes her way towards the goal; I can't BELIEVE that she still won't go out with me-"
"JORDAN!" shouted McGonagall.
"Just stating a fact, Professor- And now she hands over the ball to Spinnet, she's at the goal now, and- SHE SCORES! 10-0 TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Loud cheers rose from the Gryffindor crowd, including the hobbits as they were told by Harry that their team just scored. They still had some trouble understanding this game.
"And now it's Hufflepuff in possession with the ball- Oh, bad hit of the Bludger from Sloper- but now it's Gryffindor once again with the Quaffle! And it's Bell, Johnson, Bell again- OH, NICE DUCK FROM A BLUDGER! Now that was something! And now she shoots- SHE SCORES! 20-0 to Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindors cheered yet again, but some booing could distinctly be heard from the Slytherins.
"Now Hufflepuff again with the Quaffle, dodges the Bludger hit by Kirke, he shoots- come on, Ron! Aaaahh . . . He scores-" said Lee as the Gryffindors moaned, but the Slytherins began to sing:
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King!
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure Hufflepuff wins,
Weasley is our King!
"Well, that's rude!" stated Merry as he glared at the green-clad end of the crowd.
"Just ignore them," said Hermione promptly as Lee's voice tried to be heard over the Slytherin's song.
"And now Gryffindor with the ball- It's Johnson, and she passes it to Spinnet- she's just about there, come on Alicia! SHOW THAT GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST! Err, sorry Professor. She shoots, and- aww, her shot is blocked from the Hufflepuff Keeper."
The Gryffindors moaned again as Hufflepuff got the ball.
"Now he's making his way up the field, come on! OH, AND A NICE BLUDGER FROM SLOPER! TAKE THAT, YOU-!"
"JORDAN! ARE YOU GOING TO COMMENTATE OR ARE YOU GOING TO INSULT THE TEAMS?"
"Sorry Professor, right you are- So now Gryffindor with the Quaffle, as Bell loops around a Hufflepuff player, she passes it to Johnson, Johnson shoots and- SHE SCORES! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT GIRL! It's 30-10 to Gryffindor!"
"Does that mean we're winning?" asked Pippin as they Gryffindors cheered.
"What do you think, Pip?" asked Merry exasperatedly as Hufflepuff made their way to the Gryffindor goal posts.
"Come on, Ron! You can do it! Block that Quaffle!" Lee shouted.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King!
"And- and- he scores . . . 30-20 to Gryffindor . . ." said Lee unenthusiastically as the Slytherins laughed and cheered and sang.
"Ok, now Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle, and it's Bell, who passes to Spinnet- she's just about there, come on, and- OH! THAT'S GOTTA HURT! Spinnet was just hit by a Bludger, ouch! You lazy no-good for nothing Beaters-" Lee began as he danced out of the way of McGonagall's reach for the magical microphone.
"Sorry Professor, sorry! Won't happen again, I- hold on! The Gryffindor Seeker has just caught sight of the Snitch- she's diving, come on Ginny! Don't let that other no-good Seeker get it! And- SHE'S CAUGHT IT! GRYFFINDOR WINS 180 TO 20! I TOLD YOU! HA!" yelled Lee as the Gryffindors cheered wildly.
The Gryffindor team settled back down on the grass as they cheered and celebrated themselves. The four hobbits followed Harry and Hermione down to where the team was to congratulate them.
"So, we won, right?" Pippin asked them.
A/N: YAY, I've always wanted to write a Quidditch match! That was fun! I just wish that Harry could've be on the team- STUPID UMBRIDGE!!! Anyways, if you liked the chapter (or just simply the story so far) and want to voice your opinion, please do so by Reviewing me! Right now I'm still kind of deciding what to do for the last 2 or 3 chapters that are coming up, but if you post a lot of Reviews, then I'll work really fast on the next one! Thanks again!
Chapter 14
The hobbits rose early Friday morning and were delighted by the idea of no classes today, since a Quidditch thingamabob match was being held today. They quickly dressed and came downstairs into the Common Room.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were not there. The hobbits, thinking that they were down in the Great Hall, went through the portrait hole and descended the many flights of stairs, careful this time of any that could suddenly move.
Once in the Entrance Hall, they fought their way through the crowd of students and entered the Great Hall. They looked around to the Gryffindor table, and sure enough there was Harry and Hermione. But where was Ron?
They made their way over to the House table and sat down next to Harry and Hermione.
"Where's Ron?" asked Frodo as he grabbed for a piece of toast. This new food was strange, he thought, but he liked it. Merry and Pippin seemed to think so too, as they just inhaled their food whenever they got a chance . . .
"Well, he was in the boy's dormitories when I left," Harry said slowly and thoughtfully. "But- Oh, there he is!"
They turned their heads and there was Ron making his way towards them, a broom in hand. The hobbits had learned that the players flew on brooms, but that sounded ridiculous. Ron sat down on the other side of Harry and just stared at his plate. He didn't say a word.
"Uh, hey Ron," Harry began unsurely. "Why don't you have some breakfast?"
Hermione nodded her head. "You need to eat SOMETHING, Ron," she stated. Ron looked up from the still empty plate and looked at her.
"Not hungry," he mumbled. Hermione sighed.
"Look, you need to eat something to give you energy for today," Harry said to him as he started to scoop some eggs onto Ron's plate for him. "And I'm sure Angelina wouldn't appreciate it if her star Keeper was fatigued."
Ron looked at Harry as if he had let out a swear word. "Who are you trying to kid, Harry? I'm lousy at being a Keeper-"
"Ron, that is not true!" Hermione said loudly. "You're a great Keeper, and today you're going to prove it."
Ron just shook his head miserably and stared back at his plate, which now had a small mound of untouched scrambled eggs. Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged defiantly, and then began to eat his breakfast again.
The hobbits, unsure of what to do, just glanced at each other before starting to eat themselves.
Soon, the Gryffindor team got up from the table to get ready for the match. The whole of Gryffindor applauded, and Ron looked pale. They left the Great Hall and the students began to get up themselves.
"Come on, let's go to the Quidditch pitch," Harry told the hobbits as he and Hermione began to rise. They nodded and left the Great Hall, going out to the grounds in the direction of the Quidditch field.
"So, you said that you were banned from the team, right?" Frodo asked Harry as they strolled along.
"Yeah," replied Harry, now looking a bit glum.
"Well, didn't someone take your place, then?" Frodo continued. "And what about Fred and George?"
"Well, you know Ron's little sister, Ginny?"
Frodo nodded his head.
"That's who's replacing me. And for Fred and George, two blokes named Kirke and Sloper. They aren't that brilliant, but that was Angelina's choice-"
"Angelina?" Frodo asked.
"Oh, she's on the team too. She's the Captain, but this is her final year at Hogwarts, so-"
Frodo nodded his head. This Quidditch business was starting to get confusing . . .
They arrived at the Quidditch field and the four hobbits followed Harry and Hermione over to the stands, which were tall and decorated with the different banners of the Houses. They climbed a little wooden stair and found themselves out in the open, with a clear view of the field.
The stands began to fill up rapidly, and soon every student was awaiting the start of the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
Soon, the voice of a student rang through the stands, ceasing the chatter of the eager students.
"Welcome to today's Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" shouted the voice, as many cheers rose from the crowd, and even some boos from the green-clad end.
"I am your commentator Lee Jordan, and it looks as if the teams are now ready to enter the pitch! On the left, it's Gryffindor! You show them, team!" Lee shouted above the tumultuous cheers from the Gryffindor part of the crowd. Down below Frodo could see the team of seven, all clad in scarlet robes, make their way to the middle of the field.
"And to the right, there's Hufflepuff team, who will no doubt be beaten by the unchallengeable Gryffindor team!"
"Jordan!" shouted the voice of Professor McGonagall. "Do not make assumptions about which team will win or not!"
"Sorry, Professor, just supporting my team," came the voice of Lee. Down on the field where the Hufflepuff team had joined Gryffindor, the figure of a woman could be seen approaching them. She too had a broom in hand, and a whistle dangled from a string around her neck.
"Captains, shake hands," they could hear her say to the two teams. A tall girl from the Gryffindor team, which must be Angelina, stepped forward as another student from the Hufflepuff team stepped up to meet her. They very briefly shook hands and then pulled away, making sure they had firm eye contact with one another.
"Players mount your brooms!" the woman, who was the referee, Madame Hooch, told the teams as they swung their legs over the brooms. Frodo looked at the sight: this was new. But then again, what wasn't in this world? But how could someone FLY on a broom?
Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and the two teams kicked off from the ground and soared into the air. Frodo gaped as they rushed upwards, and saw Ron fly over to the three large goal posts on the Gryffindor side of the pitch. Madame Hooch threw up a large red ball, and the game commenced.
"And it's Johnson with the Quaffle as she makes her way towards the goal; I can't BELIEVE that she still won't go out with me-"
"JORDAN!" shouted McGonagall.
"Just stating a fact, Professor- And now she hands over the ball to Spinnet, she's at the goal now, and- SHE SCORES! 10-0 TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Loud cheers rose from the Gryffindor crowd, including the hobbits as they were told by Harry that their team just scored. They still had some trouble understanding this game.
"And now it's Hufflepuff in possession with the ball- Oh, bad hit of the Bludger from Sloper- but now it's Gryffindor once again with the Quaffle! And it's Bell, Johnson, Bell again- OH, NICE DUCK FROM A BLUDGER! Now that was something! And now she shoots- SHE SCORES! 20-0 to Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindors cheered yet again, but some booing could distinctly be heard from the Slytherins.
"Now Hufflepuff again with the Quaffle, dodges the Bludger hit by Kirke, he shoots- come on, Ron! Aaaahh . . . He scores-" said Lee as the Gryffindors moaned, but the Slytherins began to sing:
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King!
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure Hufflepuff wins,
Weasley is our King!
"Well, that's rude!" stated Merry as he glared at the green-clad end of the crowd.
"Just ignore them," said Hermione promptly as Lee's voice tried to be heard over the Slytherin's song.
"And now Gryffindor with the ball- It's Johnson, and she passes it to Spinnet- she's just about there, come on Alicia! SHOW THAT GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST! Err, sorry Professor. She shoots, and- aww, her shot is blocked from the Hufflepuff Keeper."
The Gryffindors moaned again as Hufflepuff got the ball.
"Now he's making his way up the field, come on! OH, AND A NICE BLUDGER FROM SLOPER! TAKE THAT, YOU-!"
"JORDAN! ARE YOU GOING TO COMMENTATE OR ARE YOU GOING TO INSULT THE TEAMS?"
"Sorry Professor, right you are- So now Gryffindor with the Quaffle, as Bell loops around a Hufflepuff player, she passes it to Johnson, Johnson shoots and- SHE SCORES! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT GIRL! It's 30-10 to Gryffindor!"
"Does that mean we're winning?" asked Pippin as they Gryffindors cheered.
"What do you think, Pip?" asked Merry exasperatedly as Hufflepuff made their way to the Gryffindor goal posts.
"Come on, Ron! You can do it! Block that Quaffle!" Lee shouted.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King!
"And- and- he scores . . . 30-20 to Gryffindor . . ." said Lee unenthusiastically as the Slytherins laughed and cheered and sang.
"Ok, now Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle, and it's Bell, who passes to Spinnet- she's just about there, come on, and- OH! THAT'S GOTTA HURT! Spinnet was just hit by a Bludger, ouch! You lazy no-good for nothing Beaters-" Lee began as he danced out of the way of McGonagall's reach for the magical microphone.
"Sorry Professor, sorry! Won't happen again, I- hold on! The Gryffindor Seeker has just caught sight of the Snitch- she's diving, come on Ginny! Don't let that other no-good Seeker get it! And- SHE'S CAUGHT IT! GRYFFINDOR WINS 180 TO 20! I TOLD YOU! HA!" yelled Lee as the Gryffindors cheered wildly.
The Gryffindor team settled back down on the grass as they cheered and celebrated themselves. The four hobbits followed Harry and Hermione down to where the team was to congratulate them.
"So, we won, right?" Pippin asked them.
A/N: YAY, I've always wanted to write a Quidditch match! That was fun! I just wish that Harry could've be on the team- STUPID UMBRIDGE!!! Anyways, if you liked the chapter (or just simply the story so far) and want to voice your opinion, please do so by Reviewing me! Right now I'm still kind of deciding what to do for the last 2 or 3 chapters that are coming up, but if you post a lot of Reviews, then I'll work really fast on the next one! Thanks again!