The Heir
Chapter 1 – The Dream
He was running down the Hogwarts grand staircase, he was going to be late. He ran through the Entrance Hall, the light spilling in from the many windows. The place was deathly quiet, not a sound could be heard except the pounding of his feet on the hard stone floor. He leapt down the front steps, landing hard and stumbling forward; he didn't care. He was going to be late. He sprinted down the grounds towards a large oval shaped building. As he got closer he could see flags flapping in the wind and the roars of several thousand students madly cheering. He raced through an archway bordered with red and gold, into a changing room where six people also clad in red and gold stared up at him. His Quidditch team, two Beaters (Fred and George Weasley, Seventh Year), three Chasers (Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, also all in Seventh year), and new Keeper (Ron Weasley) and himself, Harry, the Seeker for the team and newly appointed Quidditch captain hurriedly threw on his red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch robes and grabbed his Firebolt. Because he had been so late he had no time to say anything to his team before the match. Slowly they all rose seeing he was ready and grabbed their own broomsticks. They rounded a corner and stood in formation in front of a large wooden gate. Harry at the front with Ron, Fred and George next and then the three girls lined up at the back. Harry heard Lee Jordan's voice over the megaphone, "And here come Gryyyyyffindor!" The gate in front of Harry lifted up allowing the team to fly out; as they did Lee called out their names and positions to great applause. "Potter, Seeker. Weasley, Keeper. Weasley, Beater. Weasley, Beater. Bell, Chaser. Johnson, Chaser. Spinnet, Chaser." As they took their positions on the field, Ron down one end of the pitch, the Beaters and Chasers hovering anxiously above a quivering box and Madam Hooch, (the referee) Harry flew high above the rest of his team and looked around at his opponents. They were all clad in entirely black robes. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw one of his opponents draw up level with him, Harry turned and expected to see Draco Malfoy, instead he was face to face with Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, one of the best in the world. Before he could think why he was playing against Krum Madam Hooch blew her whistle, letting the balls out of the quivering box and starting the game. Harry watched the game from his spot high above, constantly looking for the Snitch. As he watched the game he silently congratulated his self on making such excellent strategies. He saw the three Chasers moving in perfect harmony, using all of the strategies he had come up with. Fred and George also kept to their tactic; smacking the bludgers at the opposing Chasers whenever they got near the quaffle, it was working well. Each time a Chaser attempted to get the quaffle Fred or George would blast a bludger at them, causing them to swerve and leave the Chasers with on open path, or in one person's case--get one right in the nose. Harry who was delighted at the score 100-70 didn't pay too much attention to the game, only listened to Lee's commentary. Harry hadn't seen the Snitch the whole game, he was bored and had to stifle a yawn, during that moment Krum had seen the Snitch, Harry saw him go into a steep dive. He followed Krum almost vertically. Harry's eyes were scanning the ground in front of Krum, the Snitch wasn't there! Harry suddenly remembered during the Quidditch World Cup when Krum had fooled Adrian Lynch, the opposing Seeker into thinking he had seen the Snitch and caused him to crash headfirst into the ground. Harry pulled up on his broom and not a moment too soon, he felt his feet brush the grass, and above him he heard Krum swear in Bulgarian and the Hogwarts students yell praise at Harry. He resumed his position directly above the pitch, closely followed by Krum who had an ugly scowl on his face. Harry faked a look of concentration and shot off towards the opposition's goalposts, Krum followed close behind. Harry was dodging in and out of the players; he looked behind him and saw Krum mimicking his every move, Harry had an idea. He spotted George Weasley ahead of him, "George! Hit a bludger at me!" he yelled. George looked behind Harry and saw Krum, "Ok. Whatever you say!" As the bludger George had smacked headed for Harry's nose he prepared himself. Because he was so much lighter than Krum, he was a lot more agile. As the bludger came closer and closer he heard the crowd go silent; they were waiting to see what would happen. At the very last second, he barrel-rolled and came up and felt the bludger graze his scalp. Behind him he heard Krum give a yell; Harry turned around expecting to see Krum heading for the floor with blood streaming from his nose, instead he saw Krum flipping himself upright, he had an even uglier scowl on. Harry cursed himself and once again resumed his position above the pitch. He glanced down at the game for a brief second, the score was almost tied 130-120, Gryffindor in the lead. This was enough for Krum to spot the Snitch near the ground at Gryffindor's goalposts and to go pelting after it at break-neck speed. Harry whipped around and followed in the chase, he was no-where near as fast as Krum but he was twice as agile. Krum was about ten feet in front of Harry; they were gaining fast on the Snitch, whoever caught it would win the game for their team. Krum, not being quite as agile and quick at turning as Harry did not see the Snitch make a sudden dash underneath them. Harry went into a nosedive and turned his broom under him, missing the ground by a few inches. He was hanging upside down from his broom one arm grasping his broom handle, the other reaching for the Snitch. He looked back through his legs and saw Krum, his body flat against his broom gaining with unmatchable speed. Suddenly out of no-where, a bludger hit Krum right in the side of the head causing him to lose his concentration and his broom handle to stick into the ground, he was flung off and rolled to a stop, unmoving. Harry returned his gaze to the Snitch; it was fluttering ahead by about two feet. Harry was gaining but not fast enough, he flung his body forward and felt his fingers grasp the tiny ball, its wings stopped beating and folded into its body. With some difficulty he hauled himself upright and came to a stop in the centre of the pitch. He saw six blurs close in around him and heard Lee yelling, "Gryffindor have won! Harry potter catches the Snitch and leads the Hogwarts team to a 280-150 point win!" Slowly the glory, the people surrounding him faded away, Harry could feel a soft breeze on his face...
Chapter 1 – The Dream
He was running down the Hogwarts grand staircase, he was going to be late. He ran through the Entrance Hall, the light spilling in from the many windows. The place was deathly quiet, not a sound could be heard except the pounding of his feet on the hard stone floor. He leapt down the front steps, landing hard and stumbling forward; he didn't care. He was going to be late. He sprinted down the grounds towards a large oval shaped building. As he got closer he could see flags flapping in the wind and the roars of several thousand students madly cheering. He raced through an archway bordered with red and gold, into a changing room where six people also clad in red and gold stared up at him. His Quidditch team, two Beaters (Fred and George Weasley, Seventh Year), three Chasers (Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, also all in Seventh year), and new Keeper (Ron Weasley) and himself, Harry, the Seeker for the team and newly appointed Quidditch captain hurriedly threw on his red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch robes and grabbed his Firebolt. Because he had been so late he had no time to say anything to his team before the match. Slowly they all rose seeing he was ready and grabbed their own broomsticks. They rounded a corner and stood in formation in front of a large wooden gate. Harry at the front with Ron, Fred and George next and then the three girls lined up at the back. Harry heard Lee Jordan's voice over the megaphone, "And here come Gryyyyyffindor!" The gate in front of Harry lifted up allowing the team to fly out; as they did Lee called out their names and positions to great applause. "Potter, Seeker. Weasley, Keeper. Weasley, Beater. Weasley, Beater. Bell, Chaser. Johnson, Chaser. Spinnet, Chaser." As they took their positions on the field, Ron down one end of the pitch, the Beaters and Chasers hovering anxiously above a quivering box and Madam Hooch, (the referee) Harry flew high above the rest of his team and looked around at his opponents. They were all clad in entirely black robes. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw one of his opponents draw up level with him, Harry turned and expected to see Draco Malfoy, instead he was face to face with Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, one of the best in the world. Before he could think why he was playing against Krum Madam Hooch blew her whistle, letting the balls out of the quivering box and starting the game. Harry watched the game from his spot high above, constantly looking for the Snitch. As he watched the game he silently congratulated his self on making such excellent strategies. He saw the three Chasers moving in perfect harmony, using all of the strategies he had come up with. Fred and George also kept to their tactic; smacking the bludgers at the opposing Chasers whenever they got near the quaffle, it was working well. Each time a Chaser attempted to get the quaffle Fred or George would blast a bludger at them, causing them to swerve and leave the Chasers with on open path, or in one person's case--get one right in the nose. Harry who was delighted at the score 100-70 didn't pay too much attention to the game, only listened to Lee's commentary. Harry hadn't seen the Snitch the whole game, he was bored and had to stifle a yawn, during that moment Krum had seen the Snitch, Harry saw him go into a steep dive. He followed Krum almost vertically. Harry's eyes were scanning the ground in front of Krum, the Snitch wasn't there! Harry suddenly remembered during the Quidditch World Cup when Krum had fooled Adrian Lynch, the opposing Seeker into thinking he had seen the Snitch and caused him to crash headfirst into the ground. Harry pulled up on his broom and not a moment too soon, he felt his feet brush the grass, and above him he heard Krum swear in Bulgarian and the Hogwarts students yell praise at Harry. He resumed his position directly above the pitch, closely followed by Krum who had an ugly scowl on his face. Harry faked a look of concentration and shot off towards the opposition's goalposts, Krum followed close behind. Harry was dodging in and out of the players; he looked behind him and saw Krum mimicking his every move, Harry had an idea. He spotted George Weasley ahead of him, "George! Hit a bludger at me!" he yelled. George looked behind Harry and saw Krum, "Ok. Whatever you say!" As the bludger George had smacked headed for Harry's nose he prepared himself. Because he was so much lighter than Krum, he was a lot more agile. As the bludger came closer and closer he heard the crowd go silent; they were waiting to see what would happen. At the very last second, he barrel-rolled and came up and felt the bludger graze his scalp. Behind him he heard Krum give a yell; Harry turned around expecting to see Krum heading for the floor with blood streaming from his nose, instead he saw Krum flipping himself upright, he had an even uglier scowl on. Harry cursed himself and once again resumed his position above the pitch. He glanced down at the game for a brief second, the score was almost tied 130-120, Gryffindor in the lead. This was enough for Krum to spot the Snitch near the ground at Gryffindor's goalposts and to go pelting after it at break-neck speed. Harry whipped around and followed in the chase, he was no-where near as fast as Krum but he was twice as agile. Krum was about ten feet in front of Harry; they were gaining fast on the Snitch, whoever caught it would win the game for their team. Krum, not being quite as agile and quick at turning as Harry did not see the Snitch make a sudden dash underneath them. Harry went into a nosedive and turned his broom under him, missing the ground by a few inches. He was hanging upside down from his broom one arm grasping his broom handle, the other reaching for the Snitch. He looked back through his legs and saw Krum, his body flat against his broom gaining with unmatchable speed. Suddenly out of no-where, a bludger hit Krum right in the side of the head causing him to lose his concentration and his broom handle to stick into the ground, he was flung off and rolled to a stop, unmoving. Harry returned his gaze to the Snitch; it was fluttering ahead by about two feet. Harry was gaining but not fast enough, he flung his body forward and felt his fingers grasp the tiny ball, its wings stopped beating and folded into its body. With some difficulty he hauled himself upright and came to a stop in the centre of the pitch. He saw six blurs close in around him and heard Lee yelling, "Gryffindor have won! Harry potter catches the Snitch and leads the Hogwarts team to a 280-150 point win!" Slowly the glory, the people surrounding him faded away, Harry could feel a soft breeze on his face...