Disclaimer: Okay, I think that we have already established the point that
I'm not rich enough to be J.K Rowling, so, basically, I own nothing.
A/N: Since it took so long for my computer to work (grrrr) so that I could
update, I decided to post the next chapter that day after, as a sort of
apology. Enjoy.
Chapter IV: Quidditch
It was the day of the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw quidditch match, the game James declared would be his last. As the Gryffindor team stepped out on to the pitch, they were greeted by blinding sunlight and loud cheers. James was the only member of the team who did not acknowledge the cheers.
When you don't care about Quidditch anymore, thought James heavily, then you know it's bad. I might as well just leave Hogwarts and try to get over her. Moony thinks that I have a chance with her. Yeah right. It's hard not to be mad at Sirius. Well, I might as well end this game soon.
As the Ravenclaw team walked out onto the pitch, James saw the newly elected seeker. His jaw dropped. I'm competing against the girl I want to marry. God, how ironic can you get.
Shaking his head, he mounted his broom and kicked off at the whistle. From the very start of the game, one bludger seemed to be acting oddly. It was targeting only certain people. One of them was Lily. (A/N: Dum, dum, dummm!)
James knew something was wrong, even though he wasn't concentrating on that. The Beaters seemed very confused, and, James noticed, weren't doing their jobs. James saw a bludger heading for their star chaser.
"Arthur! Cover Molly!" the Arthur Weaseley nodded and urged his broom to keep up with the bludger. Turning back around to look for the snitch, James saw Lily diving. Assuming instinctively that she had dove for the snitch, James urged his broom towards her.
Then he saw the bludger. It was aiming directly for Lily's head. Lily, intent on the chase, ignored the bludger entirely. In a spasm of fear for Lily's safety, James pushed his broom ahead and shoved Lily out of the way.
"Potter, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" yelled Lily as she pulled into a roll. Then she saw the bludger, level with her head. But James was in it's way! It hit James with full force in the chest and ricocheted into the hands of the referee. James turned a deathly still white, mumbled "That. really. hurt." And tumbled 40 feet into the ground, the Snitch in his hand. Lily dove sharply towards the ground and skidded into her feet, barley avoiding a crash landing.
Madame Pomfrey was already running towards James.
"Stand aside everybody. This boy needs air. The most important thing is to revive him. Hurry, hurry, conjure a stretcher. Evans, get out of the way!"
No, thought Lily, desperately and stubbornly, No! James risked his life for me! I can't leave him! I can't! Who cares if everybody knows that I love him! If he ever comes back from this.
James, James, James, wake up! Wake up!"
"Evans, get away from that boy! He needs air!"
"JAMES!"
"Evans! I said MOVE!"
"James?" whispered Lily. "James, sweetheart. Wake up."
"James' eyes flickered open. "What?" he said sluggishly.
Lily breathed a sigh of relief.
"Somebody get this girl out of the way."
A/N: So, how did you like? I know that my attempt at a quidditch games was crap. That's alright.
Chapter IV: Quidditch
It was the day of the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw quidditch match, the game James declared would be his last. As the Gryffindor team stepped out on to the pitch, they were greeted by blinding sunlight and loud cheers. James was the only member of the team who did not acknowledge the cheers.
When you don't care about Quidditch anymore, thought James heavily, then you know it's bad. I might as well just leave Hogwarts and try to get over her. Moony thinks that I have a chance with her. Yeah right. It's hard not to be mad at Sirius. Well, I might as well end this game soon.
As the Ravenclaw team walked out onto the pitch, James saw the newly elected seeker. His jaw dropped. I'm competing against the girl I want to marry. God, how ironic can you get.
Shaking his head, he mounted his broom and kicked off at the whistle. From the very start of the game, one bludger seemed to be acting oddly. It was targeting only certain people. One of them was Lily. (A/N: Dum, dum, dummm!)
James knew something was wrong, even though he wasn't concentrating on that. The Beaters seemed very confused, and, James noticed, weren't doing their jobs. James saw a bludger heading for their star chaser.
"Arthur! Cover Molly!" the Arthur Weaseley nodded and urged his broom to keep up with the bludger. Turning back around to look for the snitch, James saw Lily diving. Assuming instinctively that she had dove for the snitch, James urged his broom towards her.
Then he saw the bludger. It was aiming directly for Lily's head. Lily, intent on the chase, ignored the bludger entirely. In a spasm of fear for Lily's safety, James pushed his broom ahead and shoved Lily out of the way.
"Potter, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" yelled Lily as she pulled into a roll. Then she saw the bludger, level with her head. But James was in it's way! It hit James with full force in the chest and ricocheted into the hands of the referee. James turned a deathly still white, mumbled "That. really. hurt." And tumbled 40 feet into the ground, the Snitch in his hand. Lily dove sharply towards the ground and skidded into her feet, barley avoiding a crash landing.
Madame Pomfrey was already running towards James.
"Stand aside everybody. This boy needs air. The most important thing is to revive him. Hurry, hurry, conjure a stretcher. Evans, get out of the way!"
No, thought Lily, desperately and stubbornly, No! James risked his life for me! I can't leave him! I can't! Who cares if everybody knows that I love him! If he ever comes back from this.
James, James, James, wake up! Wake up!"
"Evans, get away from that boy! He needs air!"
"JAMES!"
"Evans! I said MOVE!"
"James?" whispered Lily. "James, sweetheart. Wake up."
"James' eyes flickered open. "What?" he said sluggishly.
Lily breathed a sigh of relief.
"Somebody get this girl out of the way."
A/N: So, how did you like? I know that my attempt at a quidditch games was crap. That's alright.