Chapter 02_Gryffindor vs. Slytherin_
"James, wake up. Get dressed now. Don't you remember? It's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin! Go, go, go!" Arthur Weasly, the Gryffindor's team keeper for Quidditch bellowed.
Yawning and dizzy, James got up and searched for his scarlet robes. His eyelids were too heavy to carry. For him, Quidditch is the best sport (not to mention dangerous) and the best thing in this world but not for this time, especially being tired from the detention. James was the team's seeker and the best, he thought.
"The team will be waiting for you at the field." Arthur said, leaving James' sight.
When he was ready, he went down to the field. Other students and professors cheered when he arrived. He spotted Sirius and Peter on the sits. Beside them was Lily. Where is Remus?, he wondered. He approached his team and Arthur was giving them some last minute instructions.
"Team's ready?" Asked Madam Hoot, the Quidditch instructor.
Both teams met at their starting points. "Team captains, shake hands." Madam Hoot commanded. Arthur Weasly and Lucius Malfoy shook each other's hand. Each tightened their grips that made them feel their bones are going to crack! "Okay everybody. I want a clean game from all of you." She eyed the players and continued. "The quaffle is released and the game. begins!"
The players zoomed up in the field and as usual, James soared above all the players with his Comet Shooting Star racing broomstick. He was tired but he has only one thing on his mind, to LOOK FOR THE GOLDEN SNITCH!
SWOOSH! A bludger passed, narrowly hitting him. "That was close!" Molly Finnigan, one of the Gryffindor beaters hit the bludger that passed James and directed it to the Slytherins.
"Umm. I, er, sorry, um, for commin' late. Ur, ei, today's match is Gryf- indor versus Sly-e-rin!" Rubeus Hagrid, a fellow Gryffindor and game's commentator announced. "Did you just see that thing? Oh yeah, a bludger narrowly hitting James! Give that bludger another swoosh next time Molly!"
James soared higher than the usual; searching every inch of the stadium then a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"How are you Pothead?" Tom Riddle, the Slytherin's team seeker and prefect asked James furiously. "Busy searching for the snitch?"
James on the other hand didn't mind him at all. He went on and flew away.
"Sixty points to zero - what the hell is happenin' to yo' Gryf-indors?!" Hagrid shouted fiercely.
DAMN!, James thought. What is happening to us? I must get the golden snitch! He looked back to Tom, who was still glaring at him and saw something glimmering about 3 feet above his right ear. Go to Tom! James conditioned his numb brain. Tom on the other hand thought that James was going to attack him, positioned his broom away from James and saw the snitch!
It vanished again and then James saw it near one of the Gryffindor's posts. James flew after it, Tom following closely behind. The snitch was moving away and the seekers were closely following and were also followed by a bludger! They went under the stage, over the seats and posts; the bludger getting nearer and nearer. Tom got his wand under his robes and directed it to James. Luckily, he dived under and Tom smashed on a pole. James continued to follow the snitch - his body so weak. "Get to that snitch James!" The crowd bellowed. He stretched his right arm, reached out for the snitch and WHOOSH! The bludger hit him at once on his stretched arm. He growled in pain, still trying to get on the snitch through the other arm. One.two.three.
"Ja'mes Potter caught the snitch. All 'ayt! One 'undred and fi'ty po'nts to Gryf-indor! Gryf-indor wins!" Hagrid shouted with glee.
The crowd jeered and Gryffindor flags were waving. "That's my boy!" Arthur Weasly hugged James as he tried to manage to go down to the stadium with his broken arm. The Slytherins said their BOOS but still joy surrounded the air. Professor Dippet and Professor Dumbledore came rushing down and congratulated the team. James never felt so tired and proud.
"I love J - Gryffindor!" Lily shouted.
"Haha! She told us the truth! Lily likes James! Lily likes James!" Sirius teased.
Lily was horrified. "What? I told the truth? What? I like James? That's ridiculous! Are you insane?" She shouted and a pair of red dots appeared on her cheeks.
"Heehee. Sirius, look at Lily. She's blushing. Wait 'till I tell James about this." Peter said, trying to provoke her.
Lily stomped her foot and went down from the seats. She went to James. "Nice flying but you're still an idiot! Was the Sorting Hat IN STRESS when it sorted me and your friends in the same house?" She smirked and left the Gryffindor team unhappy despite of their victory. "What is her problem?" James pondered.
The triumphant team brought their seeker to the hospital wing and luckily, Madam Promfey cured his broken arm with just a second! They went back to the Gryffindor common room. "Remus, you're back!" James shouted happily.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine now. Hope a potion will be invented someday for my sickness." He replied dryly.
They celebrated their victory until Professor Dumbledore appeared at the room late at night. "A trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow!" He announced. "Those who don't have their guardian's permission slip can't join the company."
Each Gryffindor went to their trunks and searched for the slips. James spotted Lily gloomily sitting on her four-poster. The Marauders stayed wide-awake.
"James, I think Lily likes you." Peter started to tease James. "Good you're back Remus."
"We have a problem. We can't go to Hogsmeade AGAIN for not bringing the slips." James said.
"Everybody will be out tomorrow right? What if we will make a map to LURE ourselves to Hogsmeade!" Sirius said beaming with an idea.
"That's a great idea Sirius, best one I've heard all day!" Remus shouted.
Peter reminded his friends. "Ssshhh. Yeah and be in a professor's office again."
"Let's meet again tomorrow." James said. "Peter, this is final."
They went to their four posters and rested - bearing the fear and excitement within them.
"James, wake up. Get dressed now. Don't you remember? It's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin! Go, go, go!" Arthur Weasly, the Gryffindor's team keeper for Quidditch bellowed.
Yawning and dizzy, James got up and searched for his scarlet robes. His eyelids were too heavy to carry. For him, Quidditch is the best sport (not to mention dangerous) and the best thing in this world but not for this time, especially being tired from the detention. James was the team's seeker and the best, he thought.
"The team will be waiting for you at the field." Arthur said, leaving James' sight.
When he was ready, he went down to the field. Other students and professors cheered when he arrived. He spotted Sirius and Peter on the sits. Beside them was Lily. Where is Remus?, he wondered. He approached his team and Arthur was giving them some last minute instructions.
"Team's ready?" Asked Madam Hoot, the Quidditch instructor.
Both teams met at their starting points. "Team captains, shake hands." Madam Hoot commanded. Arthur Weasly and Lucius Malfoy shook each other's hand. Each tightened their grips that made them feel their bones are going to crack! "Okay everybody. I want a clean game from all of you." She eyed the players and continued. "The quaffle is released and the game. begins!"
The players zoomed up in the field and as usual, James soared above all the players with his Comet Shooting Star racing broomstick. He was tired but he has only one thing on his mind, to LOOK FOR THE GOLDEN SNITCH!
SWOOSH! A bludger passed, narrowly hitting him. "That was close!" Molly Finnigan, one of the Gryffindor beaters hit the bludger that passed James and directed it to the Slytherins.
"Umm. I, er, sorry, um, for commin' late. Ur, ei, today's match is Gryf- indor versus Sly-e-rin!" Rubeus Hagrid, a fellow Gryffindor and game's commentator announced. "Did you just see that thing? Oh yeah, a bludger narrowly hitting James! Give that bludger another swoosh next time Molly!"
James soared higher than the usual; searching every inch of the stadium then a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"How are you Pothead?" Tom Riddle, the Slytherin's team seeker and prefect asked James furiously. "Busy searching for the snitch?"
James on the other hand didn't mind him at all. He went on and flew away.
"Sixty points to zero - what the hell is happenin' to yo' Gryf-indors?!" Hagrid shouted fiercely.
DAMN!, James thought. What is happening to us? I must get the golden snitch! He looked back to Tom, who was still glaring at him and saw something glimmering about 3 feet above his right ear. Go to Tom! James conditioned his numb brain. Tom on the other hand thought that James was going to attack him, positioned his broom away from James and saw the snitch!
It vanished again and then James saw it near one of the Gryffindor's posts. James flew after it, Tom following closely behind. The snitch was moving away and the seekers were closely following and were also followed by a bludger! They went under the stage, over the seats and posts; the bludger getting nearer and nearer. Tom got his wand under his robes and directed it to James. Luckily, he dived under and Tom smashed on a pole. James continued to follow the snitch - his body so weak. "Get to that snitch James!" The crowd bellowed. He stretched his right arm, reached out for the snitch and WHOOSH! The bludger hit him at once on his stretched arm. He growled in pain, still trying to get on the snitch through the other arm. One.two.three.
"Ja'mes Potter caught the snitch. All 'ayt! One 'undred and fi'ty po'nts to Gryf-indor! Gryf-indor wins!" Hagrid shouted with glee.
The crowd jeered and Gryffindor flags were waving. "That's my boy!" Arthur Weasly hugged James as he tried to manage to go down to the stadium with his broken arm. The Slytherins said their BOOS but still joy surrounded the air. Professor Dippet and Professor Dumbledore came rushing down and congratulated the team. James never felt so tired and proud.
"I love J - Gryffindor!" Lily shouted.
"Haha! She told us the truth! Lily likes James! Lily likes James!" Sirius teased.
Lily was horrified. "What? I told the truth? What? I like James? That's ridiculous! Are you insane?" She shouted and a pair of red dots appeared on her cheeks.
"Heehee. Sirius, look at Lily. She's blushing. Wait 'till I tell James about this." Peter said, trying to provoke her.
Lily stomped her foot and went down from the seats. She went to James. "Nice flying but you're still an idiot! Was the Sorting Hat IN STRESS when it sorted me and your friends in the same house?" She smirked and left the Gryffindor team unhappy despite of their victory. "What is her problem?" James pondered.
The triumphant team brought their seeker to the hospital wing and luckily, Madam Promfey cured his broken arm with just a second! They went back to the Gryffindor common room. "Remus, you're back!" James shouted happily.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine now. Hope a potion will be invented someday for my sickness." He replied dryly.
They celebrated their victory until Professor Dumbledore appeared at the room late at night. "A trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow!" He announced. "Those who don't have their guardian's permission slip can't join the company."
Each Gryffindor went to their trunks and searched for the slips. James spotted Lily gloomily sitting on her four-poster. The Marauders stayed wide-awake.
"James, I think Lily likes you." Peter started to tease James. "Good you're back Remus."
"We have a problem. We can't go to Hogsmeade AGAIN for not bringing the slips." James said.
"Everybody will be out tomorrow right? What if we will make a map to LURE ourselves to Hogsmeade!" Sirius said beaming with an idea.
"That's a great idea Sirius, best one I've heard all day!" Remus shouted.
Peter reminded his friends. "Ssshhh. Yeah and be in a professor's office again."
"Let's meet again tomorrow." James said. "Peter, this is final."
They went to their four posters and rested - bearing the fear and excitement within them.