Chapter Twelve- A sudden abduction
Ron was standing next to Harry's bed, along with Dean, Neville, and Seamus. All of them stared down at Harry as though he were mad and dangerous. Harry had seen this look in their eyes last year, when he witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked by a large snake. Neville looked slightly pale, but was the first to speak to Harry.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice high-pitched.
Harry was panting. He felt sweat stream down his face. "I-"
"Did you have a nightmare?" Dean asked, looking a little frightened. "Because you were yelling for a long time"
Harry seemed unable to answer. He had just witnessed the death of his parents, the downfall of Lord Voldermort and a glowing picture on a wall with the letter "S". He had gone back in time.
"I'm going to get Professor McGonagall" said Seamus, as he and Dean dashed out of the dorm.
"Harry, what happened?" Ron asked, demandingly.
Harry was sure he could share his information with Ron and Neville. He found that his trust in them reached an alarming height since the events of last year. He took the glass of water that Neville handed him, drank from it, and opened his mouth to speak.
"I-I saw my parents-"
"Alive?" asked Ron.
"S-Sort of" Harry said. "I had a dream about t-the night they-"
Ron gasped. Neville looked horrorstruck.
"You saw your parents snuff it?" Neville asked, his face white as a ghost.
"Yeah. It was the night Volder-You-Know-Who broke into our house. He killed my dad first, and then came upstairs. He wanted to kill me, but my mum told him to take her instead. You-Know-Who killed her, and then attempted to kill me, but the spell backfired, and hit him. That stuff I already knew was going to happen, but then something else happened" Harry said, taking a breath.
"There was a picture on the wall behind my bed. It started to glow and the only letter I made out was an S"
Ron and Neville looked lost. Neither of them knew what it meant.
"Did you just see your parents die?" asked Ron.
"No. I witnessed a conversation before that" Harry said. "It was about the orbs-". He broke off. He forgot that Ron didn't know about the orbs. He had never shared his dream with him. He had only shared it with Neville and Luna.
"The what? Orbs?"
Harry knew it was time to tell Ron. Before he continued with his present dream, he told Ron about the dream he had before returning to Hogwarts. He explained about Sirius, and then he told him about the Orbs. He expected Ron to be completely upset at him, but he wasn't. Ron looked anxious to hear more. Harry dived back into the dream he just had.
"So, then I saw my dad, my mum and Sirius. They were sitting in the living room talking about the orbs. My mum was worried that Voldermort might find them but my dad seemed sure Voldermort wouldn't. Sirius left shortly after that, and that's when Voldermort came"
"So you mean, Fawkes, Sirius, Your parents, and Dumbledore are the only one's who know where the orbs are?"
Harry nodded at Ron.
"I wonder what that "S" stood for in that picture" Neville said.
Suddenly, the door opened and Professor McGonagall, Dean and Seamus entered. Professor McGonagall was dressed in her dark green dressing gown.
"Potter, are you alright?" she asked, rushing over to his bedside.
"I-Yes. Yes, I'm alright," said Harry, feeling sick.
"Potter! You are not all right! Your pale!"
"W-What? No, No! I'm fine!" said Harry.
Professor McGonagall beamed at him. She felt his forehead, and then looked at him. "Come with me Potter. We are going to Madam Pomfrey"
Harry looked at her as though she were crazy. He didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey. All he wanted right now was to go to Professor Dumbledore's office. He had to get to Dumbledore.
"C-Can I go and see Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked. His voice quivered.
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth and fumbled with her words. "Y-Yes Potter. Come with me" she said. Harry got out of bed, and threw on his nightrobe. "I suggest you all return to bed. Potter will be fine" said Professor McGonagall, looking at the other boys. She began to walk out of the dorm, with Harry hurrying to keep up.
They walked down the silent corridors of the Castle, which were empty, except for the occasional purr of Mrs. Norris, Filch's ugly cat. They turned down a long hallway, which lead to Dumbledore's office. The stone gargoyle sat still.
"Banana Cockroaches" Professor McGonagall said. The Gargoyle leapt to life and jumped aside to reveal a oak door. Harry and Professor McGonagall entered the door, and were inside Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore's office was a warm room, with hundreds of portraits inclined on the walls. They displayed the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts. Many of them were asleep, snoring softly. There were many items in Dumbledore's office, which he had found in his previous days. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, writing on parchment. His desk was filled with parchment paper, quills and ink. Harry took note of the sword he used to kill a huge snake in his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harry's house. The patched ragged sorting hat was perched atop a cabinet. Harry took note, that Fawkes was not sitting beside Dumbledore on his golden perch.
"Albus" said Professor McGonagall as she and Harry entered.
"Ah, Minerva" said Dumbledore looking up. He looked at Harry. "Hello Harry"
"Er.Hi Professor"
"Albus, Harry would like to speak with you. However, if you are too busy-"
"I am never to busy to speak with my students Minerva. You should know that" said Dumbledore, adding a bit of humor to his voice.
"I will leave you to it then" she said, smiling. She patted Harry's shoulder, and proceeded out the door.
"Come Harry" Harry began to walk to Dumbledore. Dumbledore ushered him into the seat opposite his. Harry sat down. He felt much calmer, and safer now that he was in Dumbledore's office. He also was pleased to see that Dumbledore was looking at him, and not over his shoulder.
"What is it you would like to speak to me about, Harry" Dumbledore said.
"Sir. I-I just-er.I just had a dream-a nightmare I mean. I went back in time sort of. I went back to the night my parents-" and Harry broke off. He found it difficult to continue. However, when he looked at Dumbledore, Dumbledore looked back, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Its ok Harry. I'll try and figure out the rest. I'm guessing, you went back in time and saw the death of your parents?" Dumbledore asked, calmly. Harry nodded. "You saw Lord Voldermort, and yourself as a baby. You saw him attempt to kill you, but the curse rebounded upon himself, I assume"
Harry nodded. Dumbledore was quite good at guessing, but he had left out two things. The conversation about the orbs, and the glowing portrait on the wall. Harry wasn't sure he should be telling Dumbledore about that, but he found it in his duty to do so. "But before I saw that, I also saw a conversation between Sirius, My mum and my dad"
Dumbledore sat up. His eyes swept over Harry. "Continue"
"I overheard them talking about.about orbs"
At this, Dumbledore made a quick side-glance. He must have looked at Fawkes empty perch. He looked back at Harry. "The orbs of the Phoenix, no doubt"
Harry nodded. "They mentioned-"
"Fawkes guarding the orbs?"
Harry froze. Dumbledore already knew. "Yes. Sir.if I could ask--.er.what are the orbs of the Phoenix?"
Dumbledore stood up. Harry guessed the story was going to be a detailed one, so he knew why Dumbledore stood to his feet. "The orbs of the Phoenix are something that have been around for generations, Harry. In the beginning, there was only one orb, and that was during the founding of Hogwarts School. During that time, Fawkes was born. He was born to two legendary phoenixes' which have both passed on. When Fawkes was born, he possessed a power that no other phoenix ever had. He had the power to bring people back to life"
"That Power remained a secret. The only person who knew of it was Godric Gryffindor, founder of your house. However, as the generations went by, things began to change. Dark wizards detected the power that Fawkes possessed. One of them, being Tom Riddle. While at Hogwarts, he detected this power in Fawkes. He also detected something that I have only just discovered; Fawkes also has the power like the sorcerers stone, to make a person Immortal"
Harry knew that bit of information already. He didn't know that it had the power to bring people back life. He began to wonder if that was the way Sirius had been brought back. He then remembered Sirius told him that it was a bit of ancient magic that brought him back. Could this have been the ancient magic he was talking about?
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Is that how-Sirius came back? Through the orbs?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore. He couldn't detect an expression in his face, but Harry knew he was about to learn how his godfather, who had died several months ago was brought back to life.
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry's face lit with joy. He began to ponder something. Why did Dumbledore bring Sirius back to life, and not Harry's parents? Harry decided not to ask. He was now thinking about the D.A club, and the Quidditch match in a few hours.
"I know you have a match in several hours, so I will release you from my office" said Dumbledore. Harry stood to his feet and walked over to the door.
"Harry"
He turned to face Dumbledore. "Yes, Professor?"
"Good luck"
Harry smiled. "Thanks"
* * * * * *
The Great Hall buzzed the next morning. Harry managed to get in some sleep, and felt excited about the match the next morning. He sat at the head of the Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati. They were now the new Gryffindor House Quidditch team. It was hard for Harry to accept Hermione onto the team because she never enjoyed the game. Professor McGonagall gave Harry captaincy. Draco was captain of the Slytherin House team. A little before eleven o'clock, Harry told the team it as time to head out to the pitch.
The weather was cool, and there was a chilly breeze blowing across the grounds. The sun tried its best to provide warmth but it seemed that the wind was much to powerful. Everyone headed into the locker room, and changed into their Quidditch Robes. Hermione looked slightly nervous but she tried to hide it. Minutes later, they could hear the scurrying of feet and voices. The school was heading towards the stadium seats.
Not long after that, a whistle blew from outside. Madam Hooch called the two teams onto the field. It seemed that everyone was cheering for the Gryffindor team, because the moment Harry and the team made it out into the air, they could hear people singing;
Gryffindor is the Best
They're better than all the rest
Slytherin is the worst
They taste like Liverwurst
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or boo the song. The Slytherin side of the stadium erupted into the song they sang last year about Ron;
Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring
That's why the Slytherin's all sing;
Weasley is our king
Harry booed with the rest of the Gryffindor Supporters. A loud booming voice began to speak into the megaphone in the teacher's stand. It was Cho.
"The game is set to begin as Madam Hooch comes onto the field to begin the game!" she said, sounding very energetic. Harry felt a sensation to fly down to her, kiss her, and then return to his spot.
Madam Hooch was a tall woman, with cool blue eyes, and spiky gray hair. She was wearing her black robes, and a emblem with the Hogwarts Crest.
"This is going to be a clean game! I will not tolerate behavior like the previous year" she said. She beamed at Harry and Draco. Finally, she opened the trunk near her feet, and the Bludger's flew out. Next the golden snitch flew out, and it was only then that Harry began paying attention. Madam Hooch held the Quaffle in her hands.
"And the Quaffle is released! The Game begins!" shrieked Cho. The stadium erupted into cheers.
"Granger has possession Of the Quaffle. She dodges a Bludger from Crabbe. She passes it to Thomas, and-GRYFFINDOR SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
It seemed that most of the stadium had rose to their feet when Cho announced Gryffindor's first goal. Harry flew low, around the center of the field, keeping his eyes poised for the snitch.
"Kingston takes possession of the Quaffle. This is the test for Gryffindor Keeper, Ron Weasley. Kingston throws it and-OH! NICE SAVE BY RON WEASLEY! THAT WAS THE GREATEST SAVE I HAVE EVER SEEN! Of course, Ron is-"
"Cho!" yelled Professor McGonagall. "You are supposed to be commentating on the game, not on individual players"
"Sorry Professor" said Cho. The stadium laughed. "Now, its Ginny Weasley with a save of the Quaffle. She heads off towards the other end of the field. She passes it to Granger, who once again dodges a Bludger from Crabbe. HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE YOU BIG GIT!"
"CHO!" shrieked Professor McGonagall.
"Sorry Professor, but that big bloke's trying to take her head off!"
Professor McGonagall sighed.
"So-anyway, Granger passes it back to Ginny, who then-SCORES! ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
The stadiums cheering sent birds flying from the forbidden forest flying into the air.
"Mulloy retrieves the Quaffle, he heads straight for the Gryffindor goal- CATCH IT RON! OH-Slytherin Scores. That's Twenty-Ten" said Cho.
The Slytherin section of the field erupted into ear splattering cheers, and applause.
As the game pressed on, Gryffindor found themselves falling way behind. There were so many attempted Bludger attacks, that Hermione, Ginny, and Dean found it difficult to even score. Lavender and Parvati tried their hardest to deflect the Bludgers, but it was no use. The Slytherin's beaters were much more powerful than they were. Ron was constantly dodging Quaffles, because the Slytherin Chasers chucked them so hard, they looked as though they were going to take Ron's head off.
After forty-five minutes of fierce playing, and no sign of the snitch, Slytherin had One Hundred, while Gryffindor only had Thirty. Harry called a time out just in time, because Kingston, Malloy and Ulgersy were chasing Dean around the field. The Gryffindor team flew down into the Tent.
Hermione's nose was bleeding, Dean had several open cuts on his arms and his forehead, and Ginny had a small cut on her cheek. Ron's face was scarlet red. Lavender and Parvati both looked as though a Hippogriff had just frightened them.
"Okay, Listen up!" said Harry. "I know that we aren't doing so good-"
"That's because of those Gits Crabbe and Goyle!" said Ron angrily.
"Yeah, I know," said Harry. "They are playing like Gorillas"
"What are we going to do?" Lavender asked.
"We'll just have to play harder, and hope neither of us is hit by a Bludger or the Quaffle"
The team then emerged from the Tent and took their positions on the field. The Slytherins suddenly emerged into song. They were singing Weasley is our King at the top of their lungs. Harry yelled to Ron.
"Don't let it get to you!"
Ron smiled. "I wont"
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the game resumed. Harry was very pleased to see that five minutes into the game, Gryffindor was doing a whole lot better. Dean and Ginny landed two goals, both two minutes apart from each other. Not long after that, Ron made a save that was sure to go down in the record books as historical. He let go of his broomstick, and flipped around twice as he caught the Quaffle and threw it to Hermione.
Harry thought the comeback was going to last but he was wrong. Before he realized what had happened, He saw Crabbe chuck a Bludger at Ginny. Ginny almost fell off her broom, but instead the Bludger hit her squarely on the right arm. After that, the Slytherin's landed three more goals, making the score Fifty to One Hundred and Thirty.
And then, there it was. Harry spotted a flurry of gold just beneath the middle goal post where Ron was. He looked around at Draco, and there was no doubt that Draco did not see the snitch. Harry then pelted off stretching his hand out for the snitch. Draco caught sight of Harry, and followed him. Harry flew with all his might. His hand stretched out for the snitch-
WHAM!
The snitch flew away, as a Bludger hit Harry in the back, causing him to pull back his hand and grab hold of his broomstick. Harry remembered this happening last year.
Draco stopped flying, and flew towards Crabbe. Harry heard him yelling and shouting at him.
"-YOU STUPID GIT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PLAY THE GAME! IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, I'M GOING TO ASK PROFESSOR SNAPE TO REMOVE YOU FROM THE TEAM!"
Harry didn't want to listen anymore. He was to busy trying to figure out if Draco had really given up his old ways. Suddenly, a gold ball hurtled in front of his face. Harry realized it was the snitch, and instantly grabbed it. They won.
"-AND GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
The entire stadium exploded into applause, and massive cheering. Gryffindor had done it again. They had won. Harry felt his stomach give a back flip. The first match had passed. The team then flew back to the changing room, feeling as though they had all just won a thousand galleons. After the team changed, they began to head back to the castle. Monstrous applause and cheering followed them, until they reached the stairs that lead up to Gryffindor tower.
The Gryffindor Common Room exploded with cheering and applause when Harry and the others entered.
"That was a wicked game!" Seamus said.
"Yeah! That was excellent!" said a Third year girl.
"I wish I was on the team!" said a First year.
The excitement did not stop for several hours. Dobby the house elf had brought up loads of food and snacks. Harry thanked him. Professor McGonagall who had climbed into the portrait hole a little before Dinner suddenly interrupted the noise. Her face looked pale, and she was shaking slightly.
"What's wrong Professor?" asked a Fourth year girl with long black hair and tan colored skin.
Professor McGonagall's lip quivered for a moment, but she managed to speak. "I have some very important news for you all" she said. "There has been an abduction of one of our fellow Gryffindor Students" she continued, finding it very hard to continue speaking.
"Who?" asked Hermione impatiently.
"Colin Creevy"
Ron was standing next to Harry's bed, along with Dean, Neville, and Seamus. All of them stared down at Harry as though he were mad and dangerous. Harry had seen this look in their eyes last year, when he witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked by a large snake. Neville looked slightly pale, but was the first to speak to Harry.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice high-pitched.
Harry was panting. He felt sweat stream down his face. "I-"
"Did you have a nightmare?" Dean asked, looking a little frightened. "Because you were yelling for a long time"
Harry seemed unable to answer. He had just witnessed the death of his parents, the downfall of Lord Voldermort and a glowing picture on a wall with the letter "S". He had gone back in time.
"I'm going to get Professor McGonagall" said Seamus, as he and Dean dashed out of the dorm.
"Harry, what happened?" Ron asked, demandingly.
Harry was sure he could share his information with Ron and Neville. He found that his trust in them reached an alarming height since the events of last year. He took the glass of water that Neville handed him, drank from it, and opened his mouth to speak.
"I-I saw my parents-"
"Alive?" asked Ron.
"S-Sort of" Harry said. "I had a dream about t-the night they-"
Ron gasped. Neville looked horrorstruck.
"You saw your parents snuff it?" Neville asked, his face white as a ghost.
"Yeah. It was the night Volder-You-Know-Who broke into our house. He killed my dad first, and then came upstairs. He wanted to kill me, but my mum told him to take her instead. You-Know-Who killed her, and then attempted to kill me, but the spell backfired, and hit him. That stuff I already knew was going to happen, but then something else happened" Harry said, taking a breath.
"There was a picture on the wall behind my bed. It started to glow and the only letter I made out was an S"
Ron and Neville looked lost. Neither of them knew what it meant.
"Did you just see your parents die?" asked Ron.
"No. I witnessed a conversation before that" Harry said. "It was about the orbs-". He broke off. He forgot that Ron didn't know about the orbs. He had never shared his dream with him. He had only shared it with Neville and Luna.
"The what? Orbs?"
Harry knew it was time to tell Ron. Before he continued with his present dream, he told Ron about the dream he had before returning to Hogwarts. He explained about Sirius, and then he told him about the Orbs. He expected Ron to be completely upset at him, but he wasn't. Ron looked anxious to hear more. Harry dived back into the dream he just had.
"So, then I saw my dad, my mum and Sirius. They were sitting in the living room talking about the orbs. My mum was worried that Voldermort might find them but my dad seemed sure Voldermort wouldn't. Sirius left shortly after that, and that's when Voldermort came"
"So you mean, Fawkes, Sirius, Your parents, and Dumbledore are the only one's who know where the orbs are?"
Harry nodded at Ron.
"I wonder what that "S" stood for in that picture" Neville said.
Suddenly, the door opened and Professor McGonagall, Dean and Seamus entered. Professor McGonagall was dressed in her dark green dressing gown.
"Potter, are you alright?" she asked, rushing over to his bedside.
"I-Yes. Yes, I'm alright," said Harry, feeling sick.
"Potter! You are not all right! Your pale!"
"W-What? No, No! I'm fine!" said Harry.
Professor McGonagall beamed at him. She felt his forehead, and then looked at him. "Come with me Potter. We are going to Madam Pomfrey"
Harry looked at her as though she were crazy. He didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey. All he wanted right now was to go to Professor Dumbledore's office. He had to get to Dumbledore.
"C-Can I go and see Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked. His voice quivered.
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth and fumbled with her words. "Y-Yes Potter. Come with me" she said. Harry got out of bed, and threw on his nightrobe. "I suggest you all return to bed. Potter will be fine" said Professor McGonagall, looking at the other boys. She began to walk out of the dorm, with Harry hurrying to keep up.
They walked down the silent corridors of the Castle, which were empty, except for the occasional purr of Mrs. Norris, Filch's ugly cat. They turned down a long hallway, which lead to Dumbledore's office. The stone gargoyle sat still.
"Banana Cockroaches" Professor McGonagall said. The Gargoyle leapt to life and jumped aside to reveal a oak door. Harry and Professor McGonagall entered the door, and were inside Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore's office was a warm room, with hundreds of portraits inclined on the walls. They displayed the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts. Many of them were asleep, snoring softly. There were many items in Dumbledore's office, which he had found in his previous days. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, writing on parchment. His desk was filled with parchment paper, quills and ink. Harry took note of the sword he used to kill a huge snake in his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harry's house. The patched ragged sorting hat was perched atop a cabinet. Harry took note, that Fawkes was not sitting beside Dumbledore on his golden perch.
"Albus" said Professor McGonagall as she and Harry entered.
"Ah, Minerva" said Dumbledore looking up. He looked at Harry. "Hello Harry"
"Er.Hi Professor"
"Albus, Harry would like to speak with you. However, if you are too busy-"
"I am never to busy to speak with my students Minerva. You should know that" said Dumbledore, adding a bit of humor to his voice.
"I will leave you to it then" she said, smiling. She patted Harry's shoulder, and proceeded out the door.
"Come Harry" Harry began to walk to Dumbledore. Dumbledore ushered him into the seat opposite his. Harry sat down. He felt much calmer, and safer now that he was in Dumbledore's office. He also was pleased to see that Dumbledore was looking at him, and not over his shoulder.
"What is it you would like to speak to me about, Harry" Dumbledore said.
"Sir. I-I just-er.I just had a dream-a nightmare I mean. I went back in time sort of. I went back to the night my parents-" and Harry broke off. He found it difficult to continue. However, when he looked at Dumbledore, Dumbledore looked back, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Its ok Harry. I'll try and figure out the rest. I'm guessing, you went back in time and saw the death of your parents?" Dumbledore asked, calmly. Harry nodded. "You saw Lord Voldermort, and yourself as a baby. You saw him attempt to kill you, but the curse rebounded upon himself, I assume"
Harry nodded. Dumbledore was quite good at guessing, but he had left out two things. The conversation about the orbs, and the glowing portrait on the wall. Harry wasn't sure he should be telling Dumbledore about that, but he found it in his duty to do so. "But before I saw that, I also saw a conversation between Sirius, My mum and my dad"
Dumbledore sat up. His eyes swept over Harry. "Continue"
"I overheard them talking about.about orbs"
At this, Dumbledore made a quick side-glance. He must have looked at Fawkes empty perch. He looked back at Harry. "The orbs of the Phoenix, no doubt"
Harry nodded. "They mentioned-"
"Fawkes guarding the orbs?"
Harry froze. Dumbledore already knew. "Yes. Sir.if I could ask--.er.what are the orbs of the Phoenix?"
Dumbledore stood up. Harry guessed the story was going to be a detailed one, so he knew why Dumbledore stood to his feet. "The orbs of the Phoenix are something that have been around for generations, Harry. In the beginning, there was only one orb, and that was during the founding of Hogwarts School. During that time, Fawkes was born. He was born to two legendary phoenixes' which have both passed on. When Fawkes was born, he possessed a power that no other phoenix ever had. He had the power to bring people back to life"
"That Power remained a secret. The only person who knew of it was Godric Gryffindor, founder of your house. However, as the generations went by, things began to change. Dark wizards detected the power that Fawkes possessed. One of them, being Tom Riddle. While at Hogwarts, he detected this power in Fawkes. He also detected something that I have only just discovered; Fawkes also has the power like the sorcerers stone, to make a person Immortal"
Harry knew that bit of information already. He didn't know that it had the power to bring people back life. He began to wonder if that was the way Sirius had been brought back. He then remembered Sirius told him that it was a bit of ancient magic that brought him back. Could this have been the ancient magic he was talking about?
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Is that how-Sirius came back? Through the orbs?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore. He couldn't detect an expression in his face, but Harry knew he was about to learn how his godfather, who had died several months ago was brought back to life.
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry's face lit with joy. He began to ponder something. Why did Dumbledore bring Sirius back to life, and not Harry's parents? Harry decided not to ask. He was now thinking about the D.A club, and the Quidditch match in a few hours.
"I know you have a match in several hours, so I will release you from my office" said Dumbledore. Harry stood to his feet and walked over to the door.
"Harry"
He turned to face Dumbledore. "Yes, Professor?"
"Good luck"
Harry smiled. "Thanks"
* * * * * *
The Great Hall buzzed the next morning. Harry managed to get in some sleep, and felt excited about the match the next morning. He sat at the head of the Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati. They were now the new Gryffindor House Quidditch team. It was hard for Harry to accept Hermione onto the team because she never enjoyed the game. Professor McGonagall gave Harry captaincy. Draco was captain of the Slytherin House team. A little before eleven o'clock, Harry told the team it as time to head out to the pitch.
The weather was cool, and there was a chilly breeze blowing across the grounds. The sun tried its best to provide warmth but it seemed that the wind was much to powerful. Everyone headed into the locker room, and changed into their Quidditch Robes. Hermione looked slightly nervous but she tried to hide it. Minutes later, they could hear the scurrying of feet and voices. The school was heading towards the stadium seats.
Not long after that, a whistle blew from outside. Madam Hooch called the two teams onto the field. It seemed that everyone was cheering for the Gryffindor team, because the moment Harry and the team made it out into the air, they could hear people singing;
Gryffindor is the Best
They're better than all the rest
Slytherin is the worst
They taste like Liverwurst
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or boo the song. The Slytherin side of the stadium erupted into the song they sang last year about Ron;
Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring
That's why the Slytherin's all sing;
Weasley is our king
Harry booed with the rest of the Gryffindor Supporters. A loud booming voice began to speak into the megaphone in the teacher's stand. It was Cho.
"The game is set to begin as Madam Hooch comes onto the field to begin the game!" she said, sounding very energetic. Harry felt a sensation to fly down to her, kiss her, and then return to his spot.
Madam Hooch was a tall woman, with cool blue eyes, and spiky gray hair. She was wearing her black robes, and a emblem with the Hogwarts Crest.
"This is going to be a clean game! I will not tolerate behavior like the previous year" she said. She beamed at Harry and Draco. Finally, she opened the trunk near her feet, and the Bludger's flew out. Next the golden snitch flew out, and it was only then that Harry began paying attention. Madam Hooch held the Quaffle in her hands.
"And the Quaffle is released! The Game begins!" shrieked Cho. The stadium erupted into cheers.
"Granger has possession Of the Quaffle. She dodges a Bludger from Crabbe. She passes it to Thomas, and-GRYFFINDOR SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
It seemed that most of the stadium had rose to their feet when Cho announced Gryffindor's first goal. Harry flew low, around the center of the field, keeping his eyes poised for the snitch.
"Kingston takes possession of the Quaffle. This is the test for Gryffindor Keeper, Ron Weasley. Kingston throws it and-OH! NICE SAVE BY RON WEASLEY! THAT WAS THE GREATEST SAVE I HAVE EVER SEEN! Of course, Ron is-"
"Cho!" yelled Professor McGonagall. "You are supposed to be commentating on the game, not on individual players"
"Sorry Professor" said Cho. The stadium laughed. "Now, its Ginny Weasley with a save of the Quaffle. She heads off towards the other end of the field. She passes it to Granger, who once again dodges a Bludger from Crabbe. HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE YOU BIG GIT!"
"CHO!" shrieked Professor McGonagall.
"Sorry Professor, but that big bloke's trying to take her head off!"
Professor McGonagall sighed.
"So-anyway, Granger passes it back to Ginny, who then-SCORES! ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
The stadiums cheering sent birds flying from the forbidden forest flying into the air.
"Mulloy retrieves the Quaffle, he heads straight for the Gryffindor goal- CATCH IT RON! OH-Slytherin Scores. That's Twenty-Ten" said Cho.
The Slytherin section of the field erupted into ear splattering cheers, and applause.
As the game pressed on, Gryffindor found themselves falling way behind. There were so many attempted Bludger attacks, that Hermione, Ginny, and Dean found it difficult to even score. Lavender and Parvati tried their hardest to deflect the Bludgers, but it was no use. The Slytherin's beaters were much more powerful than they were. Ron was constantly dodging Quaffles, because the Slytherin Chasers chucked them so hard, they looked as though they were going to take Ron's head off.
After forty-five minutes of fierce playing, and no sign of the snitch, Slytherin had One Hundred, while Gryffindor only had Thirty. Harry called a time out just in time, because Kingston, Malloy and Ulgersy were chasing Dean around the field. The Gryffindor team flew down into the Tent.
Hermione's nose was bleeding, Dean had several open cuts on his arms and his forehead, and Ginny had a small cut on her cheek. Ron's face was scarlet red. Lavender and Parvati both looked as though a Hippogriff had just frightened them.
"Okay, Listen up!" said Harry. "I know that we aren't doing so good-"
"That's because of those Gits Crabbe and Goyle!" said Ron angrily.
"Yeah, I know," said Harry. "They are playing like Gorillas"
"What are we going to do?" Lavender asked.
"We'll just have to play harder, and hope neither of us is hit by a Bludger or the Quaffle"
The team then emerged from the Tent and took their positions on the field. The Slytherins suddenly emerged into song. They were singing Weasley is our King at the top of their lungs. Harry yelled to Ron.
"Don't let it get to you!"
Ron smiled. "I wont"
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the game resumed. Harry was very pleased to see that five minutes into the game, Gryffindor was doing a whole lot better. Dean and Ginny landed two goals, both two minutes apart from each other. Not long after that, Ron made a save that was sure to go down in the record books as historical. He let go of his broomstick, and flipped around twice as he caught the Quaffle and threw it to Hermione.
Harry thought the comeback was going to last but he was wrong. Before he realized what had happened, He saw Crabbe chuck a Bludger at Ginny. Ginny almost fell off her broom, but instead the Bludger hit her squarely on the right arm. After that, the Slytherin's landed three more goals, making the score Fifty to One Hundred and Thirty.
And then, there it was. Harry spotted a flurry of gold just beneath the middle goal post where Ron was. He looked around at Draco, and there was no doubt that Draco did not see the snitch. Harry then pelted off stretching his hand out for the snitch. Draco caught sight of Harry, and followed him. Harry flew with all his might. His hand stretched out for the snitch-
WHAM!
The snitch flew away, as a Bludger hit Harry in the back, causing him to pull back his hand and grab hold of his broomstick. Harry remembered this happening last year.
Draco stopped flying, and flew towards Crabbe. Harry heard him yelling and shouting at him.
"-YOU STUPID GIT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PLAY THE GAME! IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, I'M GOING TO ASK PROFESSOR SNAPE TO REMOVE YOU FROM THE TEAM!"
Harry didn't want to listen anymore. He was to busy trying to figure out if Draco had really given up his old ways. Suddenly, a gold ball hurtled in front of his face. Harry realized it was the snitch, and instantly grabbed it. They won.
"-AND GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
The entire stadium exploded into applause, and massive cheering. Gryffindor had done it again. They had won. Harry felt his stomach give a back flip. The first match had passed. The team then flew back to the changing room, feeling as though they had all just won a thousand galleons. After the team changed, they began to head back to the castle. Monstrous applause and cheering followed them, until they reached the stairs that lead up to Gryffindor tower.
The Gryffindor Common Room exploded with cheering and applause when Harry and the others entered.
"That was a wicked game!" Seamus said.
"Yeah! That was excellent!" said a Third year girl.
"I wish I was on the team!" said a First year.
The excitement did not stop for several hours. Dobby the house elf had brought up loads of food and snacks. Harry thanked him. Professor McGonagall who had climbed into the portrait hole a little before Dinner suddenly interrupted the noise. Her face looked pale, and she was shaking slightly.
"What's wrong Professor?" asked a Fourth year girl with long black hair and tan colored skin.
Professor McGonagall's lip quivered for a moment, but she managed to speak. "I have some very important news for you all" she said. "There has been an abduction of one of our fellow Gryffindor Students" she continued, finding it very hard to continue speaking.
"Who?" asked Hermione impatiently.
"Colin Creevy"