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Chapter # 28
"And welcome to the first game of the season, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw! Oh, this'll be a match to remember, Potters' first time as captain, he's got two new players, lets' see what they've got!" Lee Jordan yelled out. "And they're in the air! Spinnets' got the quaffle, neat pass to Bell, back-handed to Granger, she shoots... GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!!!! "
The roar of the crowd filled Hermiones' ears as she whipped the ball at the left hoop, and it soared easily through. She looped and spun in celebration, then cast an eye out for Harry. He was down by the Hufflepuff bleachers, whizzing back and forth in search of the snitch. Cho Chang was hot on his heels, pushing her old broomstick as fast as it would go to keep up with Harrys' sleek Firebolt.
"Hermione, watch out!" Alicia screamed. Hermione spun around on her broom. Bludger! Fred was after it in a flash of red hair, with George hovering beside her.
"Watch out for 'em, Hermione. They're vicious today! Just concentrate on the quaffle. Harry'll be fine." Hermione nodded and chased after on her nimbus 2002 , a broom not quite as speedy as the Firebolt, but better than the other two Nibus'. Fred and George had bought it for her, though Hermione had no clue where on earth they got the money.
"Uh oh, Terry Boots' got the quaffle, he's goin' for the score, he shoots. Beautiful save by yet another Weasley on the team, way top go Ron! Watch out for those bludgers there, Granger!" Hermione soared out of the way and grabbed the quaffle from another Ravenclaw chasers' hand, bolting across the open field and passing to Alicia. She shot and the quaffle swept neatly through the hoop, missing the keepers' hands by inches.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" Hermione grinned and spun around as the quaffle was beat to the other end of the field. She sped off after it, soaring past Harry and neatly bumping Cho Chang off of her course. The older girl shot her a death glare of pure poison before swiveling around and pursuing Harry.
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Harry flew easily over the field, glancing back at Cho in annoyance. She had been following him the whole game and was getting very angry. She was not very close behind him and she kept her eyes constantly on Harrys' movements.
"Damn." He mumbled as he saw a flash of gold fly by the slytherin bleachers. Draco screamed at Cho and pointed in a general direction of where the snitch was. Harry looked around, pasted a look of fake concentration, then dived straight towards the ground. Screams erupted from the stands.
"Potters' after the snitch, Changs' following him, she doesn't stand a chance with that broom she has. Potters' headed straight to the ground, Chang's following him... he pulls out at the last second! Ooh, that little Ravenclaw's' gonna be sore tomorrow! Potters' pulled a wronski feint!"
Harry grinned and bolted to where some of the teachers were sitting. The snitch was hovering just above Lupins' head. It bolted and stopped right in front of Snapes' eyes.
"Oh no, RAVENCLAW SCORES!" Lee Jordan hollered out.
"YEAH!" The Ravenclaws cheered happily. Harry zoned in right on Snape and flung himself forward. The snitch flew right between his legs and over somewhere near the Gryffindor bleachers. Harry slid through the air and came face to face with Snape.
"Uh, good day sir!" he yelled before speeding off. Harry grinned to himself as he scanned the pitch. Cho was back in the air, following him again.
"She'll never learn." Harry muttered, racing down towards the slytherin stand. He glanced quickly at Hermione and felt a twinge of strange pride. She was a very good chaser. And Ron, he was a good keeper.
"Grangers' got the quaffle and.. What the heck was that?" Lee Jordans' voice cried in alarm.
Harry looked back at Hermione and gasped. Black smoke was whirling around her, and she couldn't see. The quaffle was clutched tightly to her chest.
"PASS IT HERE, HERMIONE!" Alicia screamed. The terrified girl tossed the quaffle, and started choking on the smoke.
"Hermione, hold on!" Harry yelled, racing towards his friend, who was disappearing in the smog of blackness.
"HELP!"
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Hermiones' eyes fluttered open, and cold gray eyes met hers. She blinked and, at first she thought she was looking at Draco Malfoy, until she realized he was far too big to be Draco.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little mudblood chit." Lucius hissed. Hermiones' eyes widened.
"Mr. M-m-Malfoy.. How did I get here?" she stuttered nervously.
"I suppose an explanation is in order. Perhaps Wormtail will explain. I haven't the time for this. I was given orders to make sure you woke up."
"Given orders? Sir, I don't understand. the quidditch game. what happened?" Hermione questioned, her fear and confusion mounting.
"I don't expect a mudblood to. As for your quidditch game, Gryffindor won, thanks to your star seeker. That, however, is not the most important matter at hand. I must leave, no mischief on your part, mudblood, and I will be right back, so don't worry none." Lucius got up and strolled out, slamming the heavy metal door behind him.
Hermione looked around in nervous curiosity. It was a cave, the ceiling above was rocky and jagged, the halls were the same, the bed that she was strapped to was the only thing in the room. Hermione struggled against the metal bands around her wrists, but to no avail.
Ten minutes later, footsteps thudded down the hall outside the door, and Lucius reappeared. Peter Pettigrew followed him, shifting uneasily.
And one more person entered the room, and Hermione gasped in realization. It was Lord Voldemort.
Chapter # 28
"And welcome to the first game of the season, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw! Oh, this'll be a match to remember, Potters' first time as captain, he's got two new players, lets' see what they've got!" Lee Jordan yelled out. "And they're in the air! Spinnets' got the quaffle, neat pass to Bell, back-handed to Granger, she shoots... GRYFFINDOR SCORES!!!!! "
The roar of the crowd filled Hermiones' ears as she whipped the ball at the left hoop, and it soared easily through. She looped and spun in celebration, then cast an eye out for Harry. He was down by the Hufflepuff bleachers, whizzing back and forth in search of the snitch. Cho Chang was hot on his heels, pushing her old broomstick as fast as it would go to keep up with Harrys' sleek Firebolt.
"Hermione, watch out!" Alicia screamed. Hermione spun around on her broom. Bludger! Fred was after it in a flash of red hair, with George hovering beside her.
"Watch out for 'em, Hermione. They're vicious today! Just concentrate on the quaffle. Harry'll be fine." Hermione nodded and chased after on her nimbus 2002 , a broom not quite as speedy as the Firebolt, but better than the other two Nibus'. Fred and George had bought it for her, though Hermione had no clue where on earth they got the money.
"Uh oh, Terry Boots' got the quaffle, he's goin' for the score, he shoots. Beautiful save by yet another Weasley on the team, way top go Ron! Watch out for those bludgers there, Granger!" Hermione soared out of the way and grabbed the quaffle from another Ravenclaw chasers' hand, bolting across the open field and passing to Alicia. She shot and the quaffle swept neatly through the hoop, missing the keepers' hands by inches.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" Hermione grinned and spun around as the quaffle was beat to the other end of the field. She sped off after it, soaring past Harry and neatly bumping Cho Chang off of her course. The older girl shot her a death glare of pure poison before swiveling around and pursuing Harry.
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Harry flew easily over the field, glancing back at Cho in annoyance. She had been following him the whole game and was getting very angry. She was not very close behind him and she kept her eyes constantly on Harrys' movements.
"Damn." He mumbled as he saw a flash of gold fly by the slytherin bleachers. Draco screamed at Cho and pointed in a general direction of where the snitch was. Harry looked around, pasted a look of fake concentration, then dived straight towards the ground. Screams erupted from the stands.
"Potters' after the snitch, Changs' following him, she doesn't stand a chance with that broom she has. Potters' headed straight to the ground, Chang's following him... he pulls out at the last second! Ooh, that little Ravenclaw's' gonna be sore tomorrow! Potters' pulled a wronski feint!"
Harry grinned and bolted to where some of the teachers were sitting. The snitch was hovering just above Lupins' head. It bolted and stopped right in front of Snapes' eyes.
"Oh no, RAVENCLAW SCORES!" Lee Jordan hollered out.
"YEAH!" The Ravenclaws cheered happily. Harry zoned in right on Snape and flung himself forward. The snitch flew right between his legs and over somewhere near the Gryffindor bleachers. Harry slid through the air and came face to face with Snape.
"Uh, good day sir!" he yelled before speeding off. Harry grinned to himself as he scanned the pitch. Cho was back in the air, following him again.
"She'll never learn." Harry muttered, racing down towards the slytherin stand. He glanced quickly at Hermione and felt a twinge of strange pride. She was a very good chaser. And Ron, he was a good keeper.
"Grangers' got the quaffle and.. What the heck was that?" Lee Jordans' voice cried in alarm.
Harry looked back at Hermione and gasped. Black smoke was whirling around her, and she couldn't see. The quaffle was clutched tightly to her chest.
"PASS IT HERE, HERMIONE!" Alicia screamed. The terrified girl tossed the quaffle, and started choking on the smoke.
"Hermione, hold on!" Harry yelled, racing towards his friend, who was disappearing in the smog of blackness.
"HELP!"
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Hermiones' eyes fluttered open, and cold gray eyes met hers. She blinked and, at first she thought she was looking at Draco Malfoy, until she realized he was far too big to be Draco.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little mudblood chit." Lucius hissed. Hermiones' eyes widened.
"Mr. M-m-Malfoy.. How did I get here?" she stuttered nervously.
"I suppose an explanation is in order. Perhaps Wormtail will explain. I haven't the time for this. I was given orders to make sure you woke up."
"Given orders? Sir, I don't understand. the quidditch game. what happened?" Hermione questioned, her fear and confusion mounting.
"I don't expect a mudblood to. As for your quidditch game, Gryffindor won, thanks to your star seeker. That, however, is not the most important matter at hand. I must leave, no mischief on your part, mudblood, and I will be right back, so don't worry none." Lucius got up and strolled out, slamming the heavy metal door behind him.
Hermione looked around in nervous curiosity. It was a cave, the ceiling above was rocky and jagged, the halls were the same, the bed that she was strapped to was the only thing in the room. Hermione struggled against the metal bands around her wrists, but to no avail.
Ten minutes later, footsteps thudded down the hall outside the door, and Lucius reappeared. Peter Pettigrew followed him, shifting uneasily.
And one more person entered the room, and Hermione gasped in realization. It was Lord Voldemort.
