Weasleys In America
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction featuring characters in the Harry Potter series of books. I am not affiliated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic, or any other large corporation with marketing or licensing rights to the Harry Potter universe.
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It was the final game of the three game series against the Wisconsin Cranes. The Belfast Giants, one of the most successful Quidditch teams in the world, were in the lead. The score was eighty to sixty, and the Snitch was particularly hard to find. Todd Olafsson, the Seeker for Wisconsin, was unusually fast and his eyes were used to the artificial turf that the Cranes used on their field. Belfast had to use diversionary tactics, and fast, if they wanted to keep Olafsson on his toes.
High above the activity sat a redhead on a sleek, highly polished broom, wearing the shamrock green robes of the Giants. Like his mentor, Harry Potter, he found it easier to look for the elusive Snitch while higher in the air. He saw a glint near the Cranes' goalpost, and he swooped toward the ground, a blurry streak of green.
He saw a light blue robe speeding toward him. It was Davenport, the Cranes' Keeper. The redhead pulled out of his dive, and the Snitch disappeared. The Wisconsin crowd, dressed in Crane blue and wearing foam rubber cheese witch hats, screamed their approval at Davenport's brilliant play. The Cranes were playing their A game and it showed.
"The Red Rocket misses the Snitch, but Belfast is still in the lead," the announcer said.
Two of the Giants' chasers, Martinson-Young and McAdo, circled the seeker to discuss their plan of attack.
"Ron, you've never let us down! I know you can do it," McAdo said, her ponytail whipping in the wind.
"Weasley, don't get the Snitch until we've scored at least one hundred and twenty points," Martinson-Young ordered, then bolted toward the other side of the field.
Ron looked around, trying to stop Olafsson from seeing the golden glint of the Snitch and heading toward it. He flew a few bogus passes, but knew that Olafsson didn't know where the Snitch was, either.
Emerald green zipped through the air, the Quaffle bouncing between chasers. Martinson-Young, the captain of the team, lead the way, followed by McAdo and Kelly, another Giants chaser. Daniel North, Belfast's bludger, kept the Cranes' lead bludger, Luebke, from knocking Martinson-Young off of his broom. Luebke's comrade, Grace, pulled up beside North and created a distraction.
The announcer was keyed up. "Luebke and Grace, whoa mama! They've pulled a fast one on North and now Dibble and Vladic have the Quaffle! North regains his ground and is chasing after Vladic…whoa! The Giants' keeper, Nalepinksi, is on fire! Another goal saved by Nalepinksi."
The game went on for another hour with no goals being made and no Snitches being found. Vladic and Kelly were in combat, stealing the Quaffle from each other. Olafsson kept flying high above the game, his eye focused on finding the Golden Snitch. The little gold ball flew by Ron's head, and then it hid again. Ron knew that Olafsson would not try to grab the ball until they had scored at least two more goals.
The game was tense. Dibble pulled McAdo's hair, and a penalty point was given to Belfast. On a fast break toward Wisconsin's goal, Firth, the other bludger for Belfast, knocked Grace off his broom, but not without injury. Firth suffered a broken arm, and play was halted.
"Firth looks like he's in serious pain," the announcer said. "They will bring in a replacement for Firth…looks like Van Houten will take his place. The crowd is livid. What's this? Ladies and gentlemen, Grace is back on his broom!"
The crowd cheered loudly for Grace, who flew a figure eight in appreciation. Van Houten took her place next to North on the field. The referee gave a penalty point to Wisconsin, and the score was one hundred all.
Martinson-Young flew by Ron and screamed, "Forget what I said! Do it now!" Luebke, who had a mad gleam in his eye, was chasing him. The Cranes meant business, and Ron knew that Olafsson would do anything to get the Snitch.
"The Red Rocket is making his move," the announcer called, "followed closely by Todd Olafsson. Whoa, Vladic, watch out for the beater!"
The crowd was roaring. Kelly had a busted lip; which wouldn't stop bleeding. All the players on the Quidditch field had scratches and bruises. Ron kept his eye out for the Snitch, but kept watching Olaffson, who tailed him.
The announcer's voice rose in pitch, his exhilaration tangible. "Grace chasing McAdo, watch out lady! That was a close one. Here comes Martinson-Young…Martinson-Young has the Quaffle! He's flying down the stretch, Grace is on him, Martinson-Young delivers a mighty throw…yes! The ball sneaks by Jenny Davenport! Belfast up one hundred and twenty!"
Jeers erupted from the raucous mob below. The announcer continued, "Luebke is after Weasley! The Red Rocket is rocketing down the field; Luebke is on his tail! North zooms beside Luebke and whoa, mama! The Red Rocket is living up to his name, zipping past the Cranes toward the middle of the pitch!"
Olafsson's blond hair made a white streak as he zipped past Ron. "Oh, crap," he said, "he's got the Snitch!"
"The Red Rocket's pulling away! It looks as though Todd Olafsson is going to…what's this? No! Olafsson's pulling up, also! The Cranes are no closer to the Snitch than Weasley himself is!" The announcer was beside himself with excitement. "The battle of the seekers continues! Who will it be, Weasley the Rocket, or Steady Heady Olafsson?"
Martinson-Young streaked past again and hissed instructions to Ron. "Please, we're getting murdered out here!"
Ron nodded his head in agreement. He doubled his efforts to find the Snitch, but he couldn't help but feel he was snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Olafsson sped past him in a zigzag motion. Ron knew that the time to find the little winged ball was now, or else the Giants were going to lose this match.
Ron flew high in the air with a swift, acrobatic motion. Suddenly, he saw the Snitch! It was near Davenport again. He set his jaw and flew like a bat out of hell toward it. Olafsson was nowhere in sight. He reached out his hand and…
"He did it! The Red Rocket grabbed the Snitch!"
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction featuring characters in the Harry Potter series of books. I am not affiliated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic, or any other large corporation with marketing or licensing rights to the Harry Potter universe.
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It was the final game of the three game series against the Wisconsin Cranes. The Belfast Giants, one of the most successful Quidditch teams in the world, were in the lead. The score was eighty to sixty, and the Snitch was particularly hard to find. Todd Olafsson, the Seeker for Wisconsin, was unusually fast and his eyes were used to the artificial turf that the Cranes used on their field. Belfast had to use diversionary tactics, and fast, if they wanted to keep Olafsson on his toes.
High above the activity sat a redhead on a sleek, highly polished broom, wearing the shamrock green robes of the Giants. Like his mentor, Harry Potter, he found it easier to look for the elusive Snitch while higher in the air. He saw a glint near the Cranes' goalpost, and he swooped toward the ground, a blurry streak of green.
He saw a light blue robe speeding toward him. It was Davenport, the Cranes' Keeper. The redhead pulled out of his dive, and the Snitch disappeared. The Wisconsin crowd, dressed in Crane blue and wearing foam rubber cheese witch hats, screamed their approval at Davenport's brilliant play. The Cranes were playing their A game and it showed.
"The Red Rocket misses the Snitch, but Belfast is still in the lead," the announcer said.
Two of the Giants' chasers, Martinson-Young and McAdo, circled the seeker to discuss their plan of attack.
"Ron, you've never let us down! I know you can do it," McAdo said, her ponytail whipping in the wind.
"Weasley, don't get the Snitch until we've scored at least one hundred and twenty points," Martinson-Young ordered, then bolted toward the other side of the field.
Ron looked around, trying to stop Olafsson from seeing the golden glint of the Snitch and heading toward it. He flew a few bogus passes, but knew that Olafsson didn't know where the Snitch was, either.
Emerald green zipped through the air, the Quaffle bouncing between chasers. Martinson-Young, the captain of the team, lead the way, followed by McAdo and Kelly, another Giants chaser. Daniel North, Belfast's bludger, kept the Cranes' lead bludger, Luebke, from knocking Martinson-Young off of his broom. Luebke's comrade, Grace, pulled up beside North and created a distraction.
The announcer was keyed up. "Luebke and Grace, whoa mama! They've pulled a fast one on North and now Dibble and Vladic have the Quaffle! North regains his ground and is chasing after Vladic…whoa! The Giants' keeper, Nalepinksi, is on fire! Another goal saved by Nalepinksi."
The game went on for another hour with no goals being made and no Snitches being found. Vladic and Kelly were in combat, stealing the Quaffle from each other. Olafsson kept flying high above the game, his eye focused on finding the Golden Snitch. The little gold ball flew by Ron's head, and then it hid again. Ron knew that Olafsson would not try to grab the ball until they had scored at least two more goals.
The game was tense. Dibble pulled McAdo's hair, and a penalty point was given to Belfast. On a fast break toward Wisconsin's goal, Firth, the other bludger for Belfast, knocked Grace off his broom, but not without injury. Firth suffered a broken arm, and play was halted.
"Firth looks like he's in serious pain," the announcer said. "They will bring in a replacement for Firth…looks like Van Houten will take his place. The crowd is livid. What's this? Ladies and gentlemen, Grace is back on his broom!"
The crowd cheered loudly for Grace, who flew a figure eight in appreciation. Van Houten took her place next to North on the field. The referee gave a penalty point to Wisconsin, and the score was one hundred all.
Martinson-Young flew by Ron and screamed, "Forget what I said! Do it now!" Luebke, who had a mad gleam in his eye, was chasing him. The Cranes meant business, and Ron knew that Olafsson would do anything to get the Snitch.
"The Red Rocket is making his move," the announcer called, "followed closely by Todd Olafsson. Whoa, Vladic, watch out for the beater!"
The crowd was roaring. Kelly had a busted lip; which wouldn't stop bleeding. All the players on the Quidditch field had scratches and bruises. Ron kept his eye out for the Snitch, but kept watching Olaffson, who tailed him.
The announcer's voice rose in pitch, his exhilaration tangible. "Grace chasing McAdo, watch out lady! That was a close one. Here comes Martinson-Young…Martinson-Young has the Quaffle! He's flying down the stretch, Grace is on him, Martinson-Young delivers a mighty throw…yes! The ball sneaks by Jenny Davenport! Belfast up one hundred and twenty!"
Jeers erupted from the raucous mob below. The announcer continued, "Luebke is after Weasley! The Red Rocket is rocketing down the field; Luebke is on his tail! North zooms beside Luebke and whoa, mama! The Red Rocket is living up to his name, zipping past the Cranes toward the middle of the pitch!"
Olafsson's blond hair made a white streak as he zipped past Ron. "Oh, crap," he said, "he's got the Snitch!"
"The Red Rocket's pulling away! It looks as though Todd Olafsson is going to…what's this? No! Olafsson's pulling up, also! The Cranes are no closer to the Snitch than Weasley himself is!" The announcer was beside himself with excitement. "The battle of the seekers continues! Who will it be, Weasley the Rocket, or Steady Heady Olafsson?"
Martinson-Young streaked past again and hissed instructions to Ron. "Please, we're getting murdered out here!"
Ron nodded his head in agreement. He doubled his efforts to find the Snitch, but he couldn't help but feel he was snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Olafsson sped past him in a zigzag motion. Ron knew that the time to find the little winged ball was now, or else the Giants were going to lose this match.
Ron flew high in the air with a swift, acrobatic motion. Suddenly, he saw the Snitch! It was near Davenport again. He set his jaw and flew like a bat out of hell toward it. Olafsson was nowhere in sight. He reached out his hand and…
"He did it! The Red Rocket grabbed the Snitch!"