Chapter eight:
Faulty Fouling Broomsticks
She was barely five days into her punishment, and it didn't seem to get any better. Every day after dinner, she left for her detention, where she would spend cleaning the classroom, either washing the tables, or scrubbing the floors and walls.
"Oy Bunny wait up." She paused at the top of the staircases. Looking over at the marble staircases, "Ron, Harry!"
Running forward, she met them halfway. A grin spread out across her face, "Sleep well Ron?" The boy flushed nodding his head. The blush accented the freckles on his face, and Bunny couldn't help but giggle.
Turning to the boy she could rarely get off her mind, she asked, "Sleep well Harry?" He returned her smile, as he replied, "Yes, and yourself?"
Bunny thought back to last night, and how long she had stayed up trying to do her homework, after finishing detention. She answered carefully, "Yes I slept well. Ready to go eat? I'm starving." Her stomach growled, and heat rushed to her cheeks. She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.
Ron smirked, before he stated, "Well let's get to our tables." Bunny nodded, and the three headed towards the Great Hall. Holding the door open for them, Bunny let the two boys go in first. They said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways.
Taking a seat next to Mina, Bunny eagerly rubbed her hands together in anticipation. The food looked delicious. Mina slapped on a smile, "Oy Bunny, bout time you joined us. We were just talking about flying lessons."
"Flying lessons?" She didn't like the sound of that. She wasn't much for heights. "When?"
Mina forked her food, before shoving it into her mouth, "This morning. Right after breakfast." Bunny paled, loosing her appetite.
Flying? But she hated heights, disliked them was more of the word. She shivered at the very thought, flying, on a broom. What an adventure that would be!
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It was nine in the morning, the air was brisk, the breeze harsh against the skin. It was too early to be outside, waiting around for class to begin.
From where the mixed class of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw gathered, Bunny could see the forbidden forest. It was such a dark and ominous forest that kept the students at bay, even without the warning from Professor Dumbledore.
It was eerie to stare at, the trees dark and thick, shrouding anything within in it, with shadows. To Bunny it looked like an adventure waiting to be explored. She remembered a few times, with her mother, when they set out to explore. They would go to parks, playing treasure hunt, travel to the woods, and play scavengers, and to the beach, playing pirates. A few memories she still held within her mind, unwilling to let go.
Bunny was standing off to the side, next to a Ravenclaw girl, she recognized as Ami Waters. "Hey Ami," the blue haired girl turned, her reading glasses flashing. She had been engrossed with a book that looked to be several hundred pages long. "Oh sorry."
Ami waved it off, snapping the book shut. "Its quite all right. How are you Miss Moon?"
Bunny frowned at the formality, and instantly as if routine corrected her, "Bunny. I'm good, and yourself?"
The girl smiled faintly, it barely reaching her eyes, "I'm well thank you. What do you think of Hogwarts? Its as I expected, the best. I've seen the other schools, but this one has pleased me."
Bunny nodded, gazing about the grounds. The grass was lush, full of life, and flowers just now ending their bloom season. The trees were beginning to shed their leaves. "I agree. I like it here, better than the muggle school in London."
She frowned, wondering when she had started to refer the people born without magic, muggles. It most likely had to do with the teachings here. Ami nodded, "I agree. Mother was pleased to see that I was accepted into Hogwarts. She was delighted to find I was placed in her old house."
Bunny nodded, hardly listening to the girl next to her. She looked out across the line, and watched as a woman came down the steps of the school. She had short gray hair, a narrow face, and black robes. When she came closer, Bunny noted the odd yellow eyes she had, making them look like hawk eyes.
This had to be Madam Hooch, their flying teacher. Her eyes gazed about the group before her, before she stated bristly, "Everyone find a broomstick." She waved a hand to the two rows lying on the lawn.
Bunny followed the woman's orders, and took a choice of a broom next to Mina. The blonde haired Hufflepuff looked uneasy, as she eyed the broom with disdain. Bunny glanced down at her own broom, and noted how worn out it was. Would it be safe to fly it, in this kind of condition?
"All right then, stick your right hand out over your broom, and say up." Madam Hooch eyed the class, as they followed her orders.
Bunny held her hand out over her broom, and commanded in the best voice she could muster, "Up!" The broom wobbled a bit on the grass, and she almost commanded the word again, when slowly it rose.
Her fingers wrapped around the broomstick, and she swallowed the rising adrenalin, which pumped, through her veins. What a kick! It was like being five, when her mother got her, her first book on the Wizardry world. New stories to be read, and new adventures to be sought.
Madam Hooch then directed them how to mount their broom. It didn't look too hard, considering, Bunny noted you mounted a horse in the same fashion.
Swinging her legs over, she sat down onto the broom, and held on firmly at the end. She itched to take flight, even though the very thought of leaving the ground scared her.
Madam Hooch went up and down between them, correcting their mistakes. She turned to them, and stated in a briskfully tone, "When I blow my whistle. You will kick off the ground hard. I want you to rise a few feet, before dropping down, by leaning forward slightly. One- two-."
She blew the whistle. Unable to contain herself, Bunny kicked off the ground, and her broom rose. A grin broke out across her face, her eyes filling with excitement. Never in her wildest dreams. What a rush!
She squealed with delight.
"I said only a few feet!" The teacher down below was staring at her with a deep frown. The rest of the class had already landed.
She didn't want to come down, not in a million years. The wind against her face, her hair whipping back off her neck. Black robes billowing about her tiny form. She felt like a true witch, like one in those old movies, and books. All she was missing was her pointed hat, and her black cat.
She hadn't seen Luna, not since that day Snape had given her detention. She had just assumed she was still cross with her, for skipping class.
"I'd advise you to come down, or I will have no choice but to expel you." Bunny sighed, when she realized her fun had to end. She dropped down, leaning forward on the broom. It must have read her command wrong, for it bolted forward, soaring through the sky.
She squealed, unsure if it was a scream of protest, or of delight. She heard Madam Hooch calling after her, shouting for her to come down.
How could she, when it felt so good, and she felt so alive? The broom jerked hard, nearly throwing her off. A startled yelp caught in her throat. The broom gave another hard jerk, and she was flung off.
Throwing out her arm, she caught the broom, and brought up her other arm to hold it as well. How frightening. It was like the broom had a mind of its own. She looked over at Madam Hooch, who looked just as frightened as she felt.
Something near the entrance of the school caught her attention. The doors flew open, and someone slipped inside, before she could see them.
Grunting, Bunny pulled herself back onto the broom, and this time took care to lean only slightly. The broom dropped to the ground below her, and she climbed off. Madam Hooch was at her side instantly. "Let me see that broom." Bunny handed it over, and the older woman took it.
She followed the teacher back to the rest of the class. "Madam Hooch?" This was the only chance she would get this week. The woman turned to look at her, "Yes?"
Uneasily, Bunny asked, "Can I tryout for Quidditch this year?" Yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "Usually we don't let first years play. What do you have in mind?"
The blonde shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. Is it possible?"
Madam Hooch contemplated on an answer, before she replied evenly, "Yes I believe so. Why don't you come see me during lunch, and we will see if you have what it takes to play."
Bunny grinned, her face brightening, "Really?" At the woman's nod, she leaped for joy, her heart swelling. Playing Quidditch, trying out for the team!
Things were finally looking up for her.
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"If you wait hear Miss Moon, I will go get the Hufflepuff captain."
Bunny watched as Madam Hooch left her out on a grassy field five hundred feet long, and one hundred and eighty feet wide. It was known as a Quidditch pitch, with fifty-foot tall hoops, on each end of the field.
Holding the broom tightly in her hands, she glanced down at the case, which held the four balls for the game.
She knew everything there was to know about Quidditch, thanks to all the books she read on it. She had always wanted to play, really play, and now she was having her chance.
Never had she given thought of what player she would want to be. There was the Keeper, who protected the goals. The Beaters, which hit the flying Bludger, a dangerous ball. The Chasers threw the Quaffle into the goals to score. And then the Seeker, whose only job was to catch the Snitch to end the game.
Each one sounded like fun, but she was limited since she never ever got the chance to play before now. Looking down at the case, she wondered if she could just take a peak.
"Oy Bunny!"
She looked up, a flush staining her cheeks. She felt as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. "Oh hey Fred, George."
The red haired twins joined her, a knowing smile playing on their faces. "Still haven't figured us out have you?" When she shook her head, George stated boldly, "Well it is quite oblivious, I'm the cutest."
She giggled, when Fred swatted his brother, hitting him on the head. He added knowingly, "No, he's the pompous one, I'm sweeter." He winked, a grin dancing on his boyish face.
Bunny shook her head, the laugh lifting her mood. Fred glanced down at the case, "Wondering what happened to yeh. Mina told us you stayed behind with Madam Hooch."
George nodded, "Tying out for Quidditch?" Bunny glanced down at the case, "Yes." Both Fred and George grinned, "Ever played before?"
She shook her head, by this time; Fred swooped down to the case, and unlocked the latch. George replied, "Great, then Fred and I'll give you pointers. We're Beaters for Gryffindor."
"Really?"
Fred nodded, as he tossed George one of bats. George caught it, and tossed it from one hand to the next. "Do you know how to play?"
Bunny nodded, excitement drumming through her veins. "Yes I read Quidditch Through the Ages. My mum got that for me when I was five."
Fred held his bat, and felt it in his palm. "That's even better, we can skip the intro. So which player do you plan on trying out as?"
Bunny shrugged, "I don't know, I've never got the chance to see what I could be good at." The twins glanced down at the balls. "Well let's try all of them."
Looking at them, she asked, "Now?" Fred grinned, "Of course." He mounted his broom, and kicked off the ground. "Oy lets go George." George nodded, and stated to Bunny, "Okay Buns, lets start off as a Chaser."
She nodded, and mounted the broom Madam Hooch had replaced her old one with.
Kicking off the ground, she rose up into the air. Her eyes lit up with joy, as she reached the same level as the hoops. Fred flew towards her, coming to a halt next to her. "All right, we will make this into a two point lesson. I'll be the keeper. George will be the other Chaser."
Bunny watched him fly off towards the hoops. George rose up into the air next to her. "Ready Buns?"
Her lips pursed together, "I guess." The rules of the game came to her mind. What the Chaser was aloud to do, and the kind of fouls there were.
George nodded, and started off towards the hoops, where Fred was. Not wanting to be left behind, Bunny flew after him. Leaning into her broom, she shot forward, moving faster.
Passing him, she sat up turning slightly, just as he threw her the ball. Taking one hand off the broom, she stretched it out at her side. The quaffle flew into her arms. Closing her hand around it she tucked it in under her arm, after only a slight fumble.
Turning back around, she raced towards the hoops at breakneck speed. "That's it Buns!" George was pumping his arms in the air, as he raced after her.
She grinned wildly, her hair flying about her face, as she whipped her broom around with expertise. How could something so unreal, something so foreign comes so naturally?
It was like she was meant to fly. 'You were made to feel the wind through your hair little rabbit. You were made to be free.'
Bunny shuddered, shoving the words of her mother's affectionate voice to the back of her mind. On her fourth birthday, her mother had bought her a toy broom. She only ridden it once, but after they had to move to London, she had lost it on the way to their new home.
Grasping the quaffle, Bunny narrowed her eyes on the three hoops. Fred was ready for her, bobbing back and forth from each hoop. If she wanted to get passed him, she would have to trick him.
Bunny gritted her teeth, swerving to the left. Fred followed her. At the last second, she leaned hard to the right, pulling her broom into a sharp about face. She sliced across the air, and threw the ball at the unprotected hoop.
With a whoop and a holler, Bunny shouted for joy when the ball went in. George joined her side, and hooted merrily. "We'll make you into a Quidditch master yet, Buns!"
She was too happy to take offense at the name, but leaped towards the older boy, and wrapping him into a suffocating hug.
Fred flew towards them, and after crossing his arms over his chest, and pouting, he asked, "What about me? Where's my hug?"
Bunny grinned foolishly, and would have thrown herself at the other twin, if it hadn't been for the fact they were fifty feet in the air. Fred smudgy grinning, "Nice play. How you got that old beat up broom to work for yeh, I would like to know." He inspected her broom with a frown. "Lets have another go shall we?"
She nodded eagerly, enticed by the thought of flying longer. "Oh yes please."
George laughed full heartedly, "You heard her Fred. Lets have another go. I would like to see her whoop you again." He smirked at his twin, who only rolled his eyes in return.
Bunny was all hipped up with energy, after seven plays off Fred, and was able to pull off several maneuvers, which ended her up in making shots through the hoops.
Fred decided he wanted to trade places, so now she found herself going up against George.
She caught the quaffle thrown at her, and tucked it in under her arm. Fred took the offensive, changing himself into another chaser of another team. Winding in and bout the stands, she avoided him the best she could on her old broom.
He cut her off, and she had to take a dive to the ground below to avoid him. Grinning he followed her. "Looking good Bunny!" She grinned sheepishly, wondering how to get out of this predicament. The ground was flying towards her quickly, and if she didn't do anything fast, she was going to hit it straight on. Gripping tightly on the handle, she pulled up hard.
The broom began to level out, and she skimmed across the grass.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled harder on the handle, trying to will the broom the rise.
"MISS MOON GET OFF THAT BROOM THIS INSTANT!"
At that second, the broom came to a screeching halt. With a startled yelp, she was flung off over the end. Crying out, she hit the ground, her hand landing first at an odd angle. Her wrist popped painfully, as she did a summersault
She rolled on the grass coming to stop when her body slammed into one of the stands. She groaned, her wrist screaming in pain, that it took all her energy to keep herself from screaming as well.
Tears rushed to her eyes, and she reverted into a sniveling fool. Whimpering from the pain, she held her hand meekly, afraid to move it. Her feet kicked the ground, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. The pain shot through her body, and light exploded from behind her eyeballs, from the unimaginable pounding in her head, from when it hit the wall.
The first one to reach her was George, who jumped from his broom to race to her side. Fred was next, tossing his broom aside. "What happened?"
George cursed below his breath, "Snape that's what. Here he comes. If he hadn't."
The said man appeared looming over Bunny, who was rolling back and froth, from side to side, in pain. He bent down, holding her broom in one hand.
"What were you three thinking? Playing Quidditch without supervision from one of the professors." Outraged, Fred snapped, "We were doing fine till you yelled at her!" His dark eyes narrowed at the greasy haired man.
Snape glowered at the boy, his eyes smoldering with a building storm. "You incompetent fool. Because of me, she wont be suffering from nothing more than a broken wrist." He dropped the broom next to him. "Her broom was jinxed."
Both Fred and George looked at the broom. It was flopping wildly on the ground like some caged animal. "That is why I yelled at her. Twenty points will be taking from your house, for your stupidity. You being third years, I would have expected more from you blundering idiots. Get to your classes, before I decide to give you both detention!"
Fred and George scrambled to their feet, and taking their brooms, hurried off to the school.
Bunny moaned, holding her limp wrist delicately. She stared at the potion master with half resentment, and half admiration. Supposedly, he had somehow saved her from a worst fall, even though the one she suffered from was painful.
"H.How."
Snape summoned a stretcher, and help her onto it. "Madam Hooch brought in a broom, and had me take a look at it." He started for the castle, with Bunny following on the stretcher.
"I can't believe how stupid you are! That first broom should have been enough reason for you to stay off any other brooms, and yet you go flying off on another, without a chaperone, no less!"
He shook his head in disdain. "I forbid you to fly on another broomstick, till the culprit who is jinxing every broom you touch is caught, do I make myself clear?" Bunny nodded numbly, as the professor led her to the hospital wing.
There Madam Pomfrey took her in, and decided she would be bedridden for the next few weeks.
Bunny's detention would be postponed, and would be finished after she was well rested, and was able to leave the Hospital Wing. And much to her displeasure, another week was added onto her already two-week sentence.
Professor Snape had said it was because of her lack of judgment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well there you go. I decided not to make her Quidditch player in this story, so maybe in the next one. I did realize that Harry was making a record, so I decided in this story he will have that record. Bunny will be the second youngest hehe.
And if you're wondering, she is going to be, you'll just have to wait!!!! Can anyone guess what's happening to Bunny???? Eh? Can ya huh? Tell me if you know what's up. If you do, I'll um, I donno, just guess for the fun of it, since I cant give you Harry or Draco to play with. If I could I would, but you know they don't belong to me.
Any body guess what's up with Bunny's mum, or maybe Bunny's arm??? I think I was pretty original about these ideas. I think, I don't remember reading any stories that have these kind of plot ideas.
What about the broom??? Anybody guess the obvious?? Isn't Snape sweet? Saves her life, but gives her detention awe!!!! That's the kind of relationship they will have for a while. Must hold up Snape's reputation and all.
Any one read the new book yet??? I cried in the end. Darn Author!!!!!!!!! How dare her!!!!!! grrrr. You guys better darn read it!!!!!!! And I mean it!!
Well here are the polls.
Harry/Bunny: 29
Draco/Bunny: 15
Ron/Bunny: 19
Snape/Bunny: 8
Ami/Ron: 1
Lita/Draco: 2
You know, I don't know what happened. I got like five reviews for What Lies in a Spell, but I got like fifteen for this one. I'm not complaining, its just weird. Is everyone gone??? Did all of you take off, and leave me behind??? Argh, figures. Tata for now LP signing out.
She was barely five days into her punishment, and it didn't seem to get any better. Every day after dinner, she left for her detention, where she would spend cleaning the classroom, either washing the tables, or scrubbing the floors and walls.
"Oy Bunny wait up." She paused at the top of the staircases. Looking over at the marble staircases, "Ron, Harry!"
Running forward, she met them halfway. A grin spread out across her face, "Sleep well Ron?" The boy flushed nodding his head. The blush accented the freckles on his face, and Bunny couldn't help but giggle.
Turning to the boy she could rarely get off her mind, she asked, "Sleep well Harry?" He returned her smile, as he replied, "Yes, and yourself?"
Bunny thought back to last night, and how long she had stayed up trying to do her homework, after finishing detention. She answered carefully, "Yes I slept well. Ready to go eat? I'm starving." Her stomach growled, and heat rushed to her cheeks. She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.
Ron smirked, before he stated, "Well let's get to our tables." Bunny nodded, and the three headed towards the Great Hall. Holding the door open for them, Bunny let the two boys go in first. They said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways.
Taking a seat next to Mina, Bunny eagerly rubbed her hands together in anticipation. The food looked delicious. Mina slapped on a smile, "Oy Bunny, bout time you joined us. We were just talking about flying lessons."
"Flying lessons?" She didn't like the sound of that. She wasn't much for heights. "When?"
Mina forked her food, before shoving it into her mouth, "This morning. Right after breakfast." Bunny paled, loosing her appetite.
Flying? But she hated heights, disliked them was more of the word. She shivered at the very thought, flying, on a broom. What an adventure that would be!
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It was nine in the morning, the air was brisk, the breeze harsh against the skin. It was too early to be outside, waiting around for class to begin.
From where the mixed class of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw gathered, Bunny could see the forbidden forest. It was such a dark and ominous forest that kept the students at bay, even without the warning from Professor Dumbledore.
It was eerie to stare at, the trees dark and thick, shrouding anything within in it, with shadows. To Bunny it looked like an adventure waiting to be explored. She remembered a few times, with her mother, when they set out to explore. They would go to parks, playing treasure hunt, travel to the woods, and play scavengers, and to the beach, playing pirates. A few memories she still held within her mind, unwilling to let go.
Bunny was standing off to the side, next to a Ravenclaw girl, she recognized as Ami Waters. "Hey Ami," the blue haired girl turned, her reading glasses flashing. She had been engrossed with a book that looked to be several hundred pages long. "Oh sorry."
Ami waved it off, snapping the book shut. "Its quite all right. How are you Miss Moon?"
Bunny frowned at the formality, and instantly as if routine corrected her, "Bunny. I'm good, and yourself?"
The girl smiled faintly, it barely reaching her eyes, "I'm well thank you. What do you think of Hogwarts? Its as I expected, the best. I've seen the other schools, but this one has pleased me."
Bunny nodded, gazing about the grounds. The grass was lush, full of life, and flowers just now ending their bloom season. The trees were beginning to shed their leaves. "I agree. I like it here, better than the muggle school in London."
She frowned, wondering when she had started to refer the people born without magic, muggles. It most likely had to do with the teachings here. Ami nodded, "I agree. Mother was pleased to see that I was accepted into Hogwarts. She was delighted to find I was placed in her old house."
Bunny nodded, hardly listening to the girl next to her. She looked out across the line, and watched as a woman came down the steps of the school. She had short gray hair, a narrow face, and black robes. When she came closer, Bunny noted the odd yellow eyes she had, making them look like hawk eyes.
This had to be Madam Hooch, their flying teacher. Her eyes gazed about the group before her, before she stated bristly, "Everyone find a broomstick." She waved a hand to the two rows lying on the lawn.
Bunny followed the woman's orders, and took a choice of a broom next to Mina. The blonde haired Hufflepuff looked uneasy, as she eyed the broom with disdain. Bunny glanced down at her own broom, and noted how worn out it was. Would it be safe to fly it, in this kind of condition?
"All right then, stick your right hand out over your broom, and say up." Madam Hooch eyed the class, as they followed her orders.
Bunny held her hand out over her broom, and commanded in the best voice she could muster, "Up!" The broom wobbled a bit on the grass, and she almost commanded the word again, when slowly it rose.
Her fingers wrapped around the broomstick, and she swallowed the rising adrenalin, which pumped, through her veins. What a kick! It was like being five, when her mother got her, her first book on the Wizardry world. New stories to be read, and new adventures to be sought.
Madam Hooch then directed them how to mount their broom. It didn't look too hard, considering, Bunny noted you mounted a horse in the same fashion.
Swinging her legs over, she sat down onto the broom, and held on firmly at the end. She itched to take flight, even though the very thought of leaving the ground scared her.
Madam Hooch went up and down between them, correcting their mistakes. She turned to them, and stated in a briskfully tone, "When I blow my whistle. You will kick off the ground hard. I want you to rise a few feet, before dropping down, by leaning forward slightly. One- two-."
She blew the whistle. Unable to contain herself, Bunny kicked off the ground, and her broom rose. A grin broke out across her face, her eyes filling with excitement. Never in her wildest dreams. What a rush!
She squealed with delight.
"I said only a few feet!" The teacher down below was staring at her with a deep frown. The rest of the class had already landed.
She didn't want to come down, not in a million years. The wind against her face, her hair whipping back off her neck. Black robes billowing about her tiny form. She felt like a true witch, like one in those old movies, and books. All she was missing was her pointed hat, and her black cat.
She hadn't seen Luna, not since that day Snape had given her detention. She had just assumed she was still cross with her, for skipping class.
"I'd advise you to come down, or I will have no choice but to expel you." Bunny sighed, when she realized her fun had to end. She dropped down, leaning forward on the broom. It must have read her command wrong, for it bolted forward, soaring through the sky.
She squealed, unsure if it was a scream of protest, or of delight. She heard Madam Hooch calling after her, shouting for her to come down.
How could she, when it felt so good, and she felt so alive? The broom jerked hard, nearly throwing her off. A startled yelp caught in her throat. The broom gave another hard jerk, and she was flung off.
Throwing out her arm, she caught the broom, and brought up her other arm to hold it as well. How frightening. It was like the broom had a mind of its own. She looked over at Madam Hooch, who looked just as frightened as she felt.
Something near the entrance of the school caught her attention. The doors flew open, and someone slipped inside, before she could see them.
Grunting, Bunny pulled herself back onto the broom, and this time took care to lean only slightly. The broom dropped to the ground below her, and she climbed off. Madam Hooch was at her side instantly. "Let me see that broom." Bunny handed it over, and the older woman took it.
She followed the teacher back to the rest of the class. "Madam Hooch?" This was the only chance she would get this week. The woman turned to look at her, "Yes?"
Uneasily, Bunny asked, "Can I tryout for Quidditch this year?" Yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "Usually we don't let first years play. What do you have in mind?"
The blonde shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. Is it possible?"
Madam Hooch contemplated on an answer, before she replied evenly, "Yes I believe so. Why don't you come see me during lunch, and we will see if you have what it takes to play."
Bunny grinned, her face brightening, "Really?" At the woman's nod, she leaped for joy, her heart swelling. Playing Quidditch, trying out for the team!
Things were finally looking up for her.
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"If you wait hear Miss Moon, I will go get the Hufflepuff captain."
Bunny watched as Madam Hooch left her out on a grassy field five hundred feet long, and one hundred and eighty feet wide. It was known as a Quidditch pitch, with fifty-foot tall hoops, on each end of the field.
Holding the broom tightly in her hands, she glanced down at the case, which held the four balls for the game.
She knew everything there was to know about Quidditch, thanks to all the books she read on it. She had always wanted to play, really play, and now she was having her chance.
Never had she given thought of what player she would want to be. There was the Keeper, who protected the goals. The Beaters, which hit the flying Bludger, a dangerous ball. The Chasers threw the Quaffle into the goals to score. And then the Seeker, whose only job was to catch the Snitch to end the game.
Each one sounded like fun, but she was limited since she never ever got the chance to play before now. Looking down at the case, she wondered if she could just take a peak.
"Oy Bunny!"
She looked up, a flush staining her cheeks. She felt as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. "Oh hey Fred, George."
The red haired twins joined her, a knowing smile playing on their faces. "Still haven't figured us out have you?" When she shook her head, George stated boldly, "Well it is quite oblivious, I'm the cutest."
She giggled, when Fred swatted his brother, hitting him on the head. He added knowingly, "No, he's the pompous one, I'm sweeter." He winked, a grin dancing on his boyish face.
Bunny shook her head, the laugh lifting her mood. Fred glanced down at the case, "Wondering what happened to yeh. Mina told us you stayed behind with Madam Hooch."
George nodded, "Tying out for Quidditch?" Bunny glanced down at the case, "Yes." Both Fred and George grinned, "Ever played before?"
She shook her head, by this time; Fred swooped down to the case, and unlocked the latch. George replied, "Great, then Fred and I'll give you pointers. We're Beaters for Gryffindor."
"Really?"
Fred nodded, as he tossed George one of bats. George caught it, and tossed it from one hand to the next. "Do you know how to play?"
Bunny nodded, excitement drumming through her veins. "Yes I read Quidditch Through the Ages. My mum got that for me when I was five."
Fred held his bat, and felt it in his palm. "That's even better, we can skip the intro. So which player do you plan on trying out as?"
Bunny shrugged, "I don't know, I've never got the chance to see what I could be good at." The twins glanced down at the balls. "Well let's try all of them."
Looking at them, she asked, "Now?" Fred grinned, "Of course." He mounted his broom, and kicked off the ground. "Oy lets go George." George nodded, and stated to Bunny, "Okay Buns, lets start off as a Chaser."
She nodded, and mounted the broom Madam Hooch had replaced her old one with.
Kicking off the ground, she rose up into the air. Her eyes lit up with joy, as she reached the same level as the hoops. Fred flew towards her, coming to a halt next to her. "All right, we will make this into a two point lesson. I'll be the keeper. George will be the other Chaser."
Bunny watched him fly off towards the hoops. George rose up into the air next to her. "Ready Buns?"
Her lips pursed together, "I guess." The rules of the game came to her mind. What the Chaser was aloud to do, and the kind of fouls there were.
George nodded, and started off towards the hoops, where Fred was. Not wanting to be left behind, Bunny flew after him. Leaning into her broom, she shot forward, moving faster.
Passing him, she sat up turning slightly, just as he threw her the ball. Taking one hand off the broom, she stretched it out at her side. The quaffle flew into her arms. Closing her hand around it she tucked it in under her arm, after only a slight fumble.
Turning back around, she raced towards the hoops at breakneck speed. "That's it Buns!" George was pumping his arms in the air, as he raced after her.
She grinned wildly, her hair flying about her face, as she whipped her broom around with expertise. How could something so unreal, something so foreign comes so naturally?
It was like she was meant to fly. 'You were made to feel the wind through your hair little rabbit. You were made to be free.'
Bunny shuddered, shoving the words of her mother's affectionate voice to the back of her mind. On her fourth birthday, her mother had bought her a toy broom. She only ridden it once, but after they had to move to London, she had lost it on the way to their new home.
Grasping the quaffle, Bunny narrowed her eyes on the three hoops. Fred was ready for her, bobbing back and forth from each hoop. If she wanted to get passed him, she would have to trick him.
Bunny gritted her teeth, swerving to the left. Fred followed her. At the last second, she leaned hard to the right, pulling her broom into a sharp about face. She sliced across the air, and threw the ball at the unprotected hoop.
With a whoop and a holler, Bunny shouted for joy when the ball went in. George joined her side, and hooted merrily. "We'll make you into a Quidditch master yet, Buns!"
She was too happy to take offense at the name, but leaped towards the older boy, and wrapping him into a suffocating hug.
Fred flew towards them, and after crossing his arms over his chest, and pouting, he asked, "What about me? Where's my hug?"
Bunny grinned foolishly, and would have thrown herself at the other twin, if it hadn't been for the fact they were fifty feet in the air. Fred smudgy grinning, "Nice play. How you got that old beat up broom to work for yeh, I would like to know." He inspected her broom with a frown. "Lets have another go shall we?"
She nodded eagerly, enticed by the thought of flying longer. "Oh yes please."
George laughed full heartedly, "You heard her Fred. Lets have another go. I would like to see her whoop you again." He smirked at his twin, who only rolled his eyes in return.
Bunny was all hipped up with energy, after seven plays off Fred, and was able to pull off several maneuvers, which ended her up in making shots through the hoops.
Fred decided he wanted to trade places, so now she found herself going up against George.
She caught the quaffle thrown at her, and tucked it in under her arm. Fred took the offensive, changing himself into another chaser of another team. Winding in and bout the stands, she avoided him the best she could on her old broom.
He cut her off, and she had to take a dive to the ground below to avoid him. Grinning he followed her. "Looking good Bunny!" She grinned sheepishly, wondering how to get out of this predicament. The ground was flying towards her quickly, and if she didn't do anything fast, she was going to hit it straight on. Gripping tightly on the handle, she pulled up hard.
The broom began to level out, and she skimmed across the grass.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled harder on the handle, trying to will the broom the rise.
"MISS MOON GET OFF THAT BROOM THIS INSTANT!"
At that second, the broom came to a screeching halt. With a startled yelp, she was flung off over the end. Crying out, she hit the ground, her hand landing first at an odd angle. Her wrist popped painfully, as she did a summersault
She rolled on the grass coming to stop when her body slammed into one of the stands. She groaned, her wrist screaming in pain, that it took all her energy to keep herself from screaming as well.
Tears rushed to her eyes, and she reverted into a sniveling fool. Whimpering from the pain, she held her hand meekly, afraid to move it. Her feet kicked the ground, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. The pain shot through her body, and light exploded from behind her eyeballs, from the unimaginable pounding in her head, from when it hit the wall.
The first one to reach her was George, who jumped from his broom to race to her side. Fred was next, tossing his broom aside. "What happened?"
George cursed below his breath, "Snape that's what. Here he comes. If he hadn't."
The said man appeared looming over Bunny, who was rolling back and froth, from side to side, in pain. He bent down, holding her broom in one hand.
"What were you three thinking? Playing Quidditch without supervision from one of the professors." Outraged, Fred snapped, "We were doing fine till you yelled at her!" His dark eyes narrowed at the greasy haired man.
Snape glowered at the boy, his eyes smoldering with a building storm. "You incompetent fool. Because of me, she wont be suffering from nothing more than a broken wrist." He dropped the broom next to him. "Her broom was jinxed."
Both Fred and George looked at the broom. It was flopping wildly on the ground like some caged animal. "That is why I yelled at her. Twenty points will be taking from your house, for your stupidity. You being third years, I would have expected more from you blundering idiots. Get to your classes, before I decide to give you both detention!"
Fred and George scrambled to their feet, and taking their brooms, hurried off to the school.
Bunny moaned, holding her limp wrist delicately. She stared at the potion master with half resentment, and half admiration. Supposedly, he had somehow saved her from a worst fall, even though the one she suffered from was painful.
"H.How."
Snape summoned a stretcher, and help her onto it. "Madam Hooch brought in a broom, and had me take a look at it." He started for the castle, with Bunny following on the stretcher.
"I can't believe how stupid you are! That first broom should have been enough reason for you to stay off any other brooms, and yet you go flying off on another, without a chaperone, no less!"
He shook his head in disdain. "I forbid you to fly on another broomstick, till the culprit who is jinxing every broom you touch is caught, do I make myself clear?" Bunny nodded numbly, as the professor led her to the hospital wing.
There Madam Pomfrey took her in, and decided she would be bedridden for the next few weeks.
Bunny's detention would be postponed, and would be finished after she was well rested, and was able to leave the Hospital Wing. And much to her displeasure, another week was added onto her already two-week sentence.
Professor Snape had said it was because of her lack of judgment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well there you go. I decided not to make her Quidditch player in this story, so maybe in the next one. I did realize that Harry was making a record, so I decided in this story he will have that record. Bunny will be the second youngest hehe.
And if you're wondering, she is going to be, you'll just have to wait!!!! Can anyone guess what's happening to Bunny???? Eh? Can ya huh? Tell me if you know what's up. If you do, I'll um, I donno, just guess for the fun of it, since I cant give you Harry or Draco to play with. If I could I would, but you know they don't belong to me.
Any body guess what's up with Bunny's mum, or maybe Bunny's arm??? I think I was pretty original about these ideas. I think, I don't remember reading any stories that have these kind of plot ideas.
What about the broom??? Anybody guess the obvious?? Isn't Snape sweet? Saves her life, but gives her detention awe!!!! That's the kind of relationship they will have for a while. Must hold up Snape's reputation and all.
Any one read the new book yet??? I cried in the end. Darn Author!!!!!!!!! How dare her!!!!!! grrrr. You guys better darn read it!!!!!!! And I mean it!!
Well here are the polls.
Harry/Bunny: 29
Draco/Bunny: 15
Ron/Bunny: 19
Snape/Bunny: 8
Ami/Ron: 1
Lita/Draco: 2
You know, I don't know what happened. I got like five reviews for What Lies in a Spell, but I got like fifteen for this one. I'm not complaining, its just weird. Is everyone gone??? Did all of you take off, and leave me behind??? Argh, figures. Tata for now LP signing out.