Fight fight you'll never win (this is our life) Tonight ill start again (this is our time) Fight fight you'll never win (this is our life) How will I make amends (this is our time) This is our life This is our time This is my life Dont waste my time.
Your wife cant understand you And you've alienated your oldest friends Breaking back and fingers to the bone Buring candles at both ends Tired of this petty life you lead A series of dull events A two-bit, half-assed effigy Of someone else's dread

-Dropkick Murphys: This is your life

Chapter 8

The International Hogwarts Varsity team

The morning of the first Game of the season dawned and the Gryffindor Quidditch team met in the Common room before going down to the changing room.

"Today, It's great weather for Quidditch. We better bring back a win and live up to our name of the Gryffindor Gryffins, and most of all we want the Varsity squad!" Harry said. "Let's kick some Slytherin ass!" And they walked down to the changing rooms as they changed into their uniforms Harry's scar gave a nasty throb, but he shook it off.

The Gryffindor team had two games that day, four if they won both. Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Gryffindor versus the winners of the Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff game. Dumbledore had added an extra Quidditch pitch for the tournament.

Gryffindor walked out onto the pitch and it was Mike Copeland from Slytherin announcing.

"Gryffindor's flying out onto the pitch, Captain Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Evans, Granger and Brown all riding Moon Trimmer 2005's, the newest model!" Mike said with great gusto, "And the Slytherins, Captain Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyal, Bletchley, Warrington, Pucey, Little all riding Nimbus 2001's! Captains shake hands... And it looks like Potter and Malfoy are trying to break each other's fingers!" Harry and Draco were trying to break each other's fingers until Madam Hooch stepped in the middle and said:

"Now I want a good clean game from all of you," and then she threw the Quaffle into the air and released the Bludgers and the walnut sized golden snitch. Harry rose to a height he hadn't reached on his broom since the death eater attack, which seemed so long ago.

"And it's Gryffindor in position, Weasley passes to Bell who passes it to Evans, back to Weasley she scores! 10-0 to Gryffindor!" Mike was saying over the game, as Harry searched for the tiny snitch he saw that Malfoy was following close behind him.

"Slytherin in position... Pucey passes to Warrington, he misses the pass, intercepted by Evans he speeds up field, and nothing can stop that boy! He shoots-no passes back to Bell; Bell passes it to Weasley, and passes way across the field to Evans he scores! 20-0 Gryffindor!"

"Little takes the Quaffle, Slytherin in position; she passes to Pucey, first shot of the game on Weasley... Slytherin scores! 10-20 Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor has the Quaffle... Weasley has the Quaffle... A bludger is flying toward Weasley! It misses her by Meir inches! She passes it to Bell; Bell passes back to Weasley... She throws; it's no good, Slytherin with the Quaffle...."

This went on for about an hour before Harry even spotted the snitch. The score was 150-100 Gryffindor. Harry zoomed downward; Malfoy blasted out in front of him.... Come on Harry urged his broom forward. He was gaining on Malfoy... Harry felt a sharp pain in his side and he knew a Bludger had hit him, he kept flying. His fingers numb against his broom surface. His whole left side was going numb, but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting the snitch....

The snitch turned up and so did Harry, now he was in the lead.... It was going straight.... He flew after it... he was so close he could taste it.... He stretched out his right arm while his left held his broom.... He felt his fingers wrap around the tiny acorn sized struggling ball and then a sharp pain as he got hit with an uncontrolled bludger. He rolled off of his broom and onto the pitch itself. He felt this sensation once before... in his second year, when he broke his right arm playing Quidditch....

"Gryffindor wins 400-100, but the Gryffindor Seeker is injured!" Mike said.

Harry sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. Professor McGongall, the Gryffindor team and the rest of the Gryffindors stood around him. Madam Pomfrey came hurrying over to where they were.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" Madam Pomfrey said as she pushed her way through the crowds. "No more Quidditch for today, Potter," she said and mended his arm and put a brace around it. She then mended his side, where he thought he broke a few ribs when he got his with the bludger.

"But... But..." Harry stammered. "My team needs me! I'm their seeker! If I'm not playing we'll loose and not have a chance-"

"Potter, calm down! Your team will have other chances," Madam Pomfrey said.

"No, we won't, with out team this year! Our team is GREAT this year! We could bring back the National cup for Hogwarts!" Harry said.

"Poppy, he does have a point, Gryffindor is the only team that has good enough players," and Professor McGongall said looking her in the eye.

"All right! Potter; just keep that brace on under your pads!" Madam Pomfrey stomped out of the pitch. Harry got up and saw Ron grinning.

"You were brilliant! I never saw anyone fly like that!" Ron said enthusiastically.

"You weren't doing that badly yourself," Harry told Ron.

"Yeah I was... I let in ten goals...." Ron said looking at his feet.

"Not as bad as Bletchley! He missed twenty-five," Hermione said.

"Gryffindor! Over here, you're playing Hufflepuff!" Professor McGongall yelled to them.

"C'mon," Harry said to the team... they marched to their locker rooms and had a "pep talk" and then walked out onto the field.

"Here's Gryffindor, Captain Harry Potter and Ravenclaw, Captain Davis. Last Game Gryffindor won by 300 points and Ravenclaw won over Hufflepuff by 100. To progress Ravenclaw has to score 300 points. The winner of this game will play the winner of the Hufflepuff verses Slytherin game, and the loser will play the loser of the other game."

The game started and within a few minutes Gryffindor was up by fifty points. Ginny, Katie and Mark were playing great and Harry was watching them play, instead of looking for the snitch. He didn't come back to his senses until a bludger barely missed him. He started his search once more.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession... Weasley passed to Katie-Intercepted by Davis! Davis flying down the pitch, he shoots-Blocked by the Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley! He passes it to Bell.... Ravenclaw seeker seemed to have seen the Snitch! There she goes!"

Harry saw that she indeed saw the snitch but she was out of control... She was going to crash into the ground. The snitch flew toward the goal post and Cho smashed into the ground. Harry flew toward the goal hoops and caught the snitch. He flew to the ground and helped Cho up; she was fine.

"Gryffindor wins over Ravenclaw: 200-20! Ravenclaw will play Hufflepuff, and the winner of that game will face off with Gryffindor in the Finals. Slytherin is totally out of the running." Ryan Lenk, a third year Ravenclaw yelled over the crowd, magically magnifying his voice.

Hufflepuff beat Ravenclaw, 150 - 50 so Gryffindor was playing them. Gryffindor was undefeated so far and Hufflepuff was 2-1. Gryffindor beat Hufflepuff 200-60. The four teams were standing at the presentation ceremony after the games were over.

"The winners of the Quidditch Cup and the Varsity squad is the Gryffindor team, boys and girls come up here and receive your uniforms and patches for your school robes. Harry Potter," Professor McGongall said and Harry walked up and took his uniform. It was black with silver stitches and a silver inside. The Hogwarts crest was stitched into the sleeve of the left arm and the Gryffindor on the left side of his robe. He had a black turtleneck with a single silver stripe over his chest, his pants were silver and his pads were black with black converse. Potter was sewn onto the back in silver letters with Seeker under it in smaller letters.

"Ronald Weasley..." Ron got his uniform it was the same except it had Weasley and Keeper written on the back.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione took her uniform.

"Ginny Weasley," Ginny took her uniform and carried it gently.

"Wait 'till I tell mum," Ginny muttered quietly.

The whole team got their uniforms and then Professor handed the Hufflepuff team the junior varsity team their uniforms, which were silver with black stitches and black insides and instead of the Gryffindor crest on the chest it was the Hufflepuff crest.

"The game is against Durmstrang, All of you," she pointed to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams. "Will be removed from your classes Friday first period to leave. The game will take place at Durmstrang and you will be spending the whole weekend there, so bring your house robes and Quidditch robes. And make sure you bring your wands, you will be given a Hogwarts duffle-bag to carry your things in." Professor McGongall waved her wand and fourteen duffle-bags appeared, each with their names embroidered in them. She handed them to every member of the team.

"Now," Professor McGongall said looking around, "here's your schedule for all the games. Get to bed." Professor McGongall started up toward the castle and Harry looked at his schedule and saw that they played teams in America, France, and even China.

When Harry did fall asleep he fell asleep with alot on his mind... and the thought of why hasn't my scar been aching? Was aching him about as bad as the migraine he had.

((A/N: Whoa.... I typed that fast.... in one day I'm getting fast, huh? Don't expect chapter 9 for a few days though.... my wrist is killing me.... so, I might start typing chap9 tomorrow...:-/))