Chapter 7- I Hate It.
"I don't want to go back. I hate it. Nothing good ever happens to me, it's always bad and it's been like that since I was one year old. I hate being different. I hate seeing people stare at my forehead. I lost my parents then the closest thing to a father I ever knew. I hate knowing that Voldemort's after me. I hate people thinking I'm special. I hate people calling me 'Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived'. I just can't stand it! And then people think I enjoy getting all the attention and make stuff up just to be mean. I HATE IT!!" Harry blinked back tears not just of anger but also of sadness. His three companions were slightly bewildered but stood by him trying to think of something to say, glad no one was near them.
"Harry, that won't happen now!" Remus shouted "Peter's gone! He won't be able to tell Voldemort about Lily and James. So Sirius won't be blamed and however he died it won't happen!"
"Your right," Harry smiled but didn't seem convinced. What about the prophecy? He thought.
"Let's go and get your Firebolt have a bit of practise," Sirius suggested.
"O.K."
Soon they were out on the quidditch pitch, all of them had there own brooms, except Remus who wasn't much of a flyer. The Gryffindor quidditch captain, Tom Richards was at the pitch practising too. "Hey Harry!" He called.
"What Tom?"
"Our seeker's injured and we need a new man for Saturday. With your skill and that broom you could beat any of the teams. Do you play quidditch in the future?"
"Yeah. I was the youngest person to play in a house team for a century."
"That broom what make is it?"
"Firebolt, it's the best broom in the world. You know, in the future!"
"Wow! Will you play?"
"Of course!" Harry zoomed off on the Firebolt grinning.
"Catch Harry!" Shouted James letting go of a snitch. Harry let get a bit of a head start then zoomed after it making a spectacular catch. Everyone clapped. "That was nothing I nearly swallowed the snitch once then caught it when one arm was broke. I've only ever lost one match, because of dementors." Harry boasted.
"Can I have a go on the Firebolt?" Sirius asked. "Sure!" Harry landed and waited for Sirius whose broom could not reach the ground at the same speed as Harry's. When he landed he immediately jumped onto the Firebolt and took off. When he was finished James had a go. "Go on Moony!" Sirius cried. The others wanted him to have a go.
"O.K. But if I fall it's your fault!" Moony moaned at last.
"I've fell off my broom before and 'm fine. Pity my nimbus hit the whomping willow and was smashed. But then Sirius got me the Firebolt. It was his fault as well as the dementors I thought he was the grim!"
"I'm going!" Remus shouted and kicked off. "Ahhh! It's too fast! I'm gonna fall and die!"
"You think we should get him?" Harry asked.
"Just five more minutes," James muttered.
"Which positions do you two play on the team!"
"I am an unbeatable beater!" Sirius boasted.
"Just like Fred and George!" Harry laughed remembering Oliver Wood's talk.
"I am a just plain brilliant chaser," James grinned. Sirius rolled his eyes and Harry snorted. James looked offended and punched Sirius. Then he looked up at Remus "You wanna come down now?"
"Get me down!!!"
"Ask nicely," called Harry
"Please!!"
"O.K. Go and get him Padfoot,"
"Why me? Why not Prongs?" Sirius moaned.
"Because you are the one who made him go up there!" Slowly Sirius flew up and grabbed the Firebolt then he dragged it to the ground sighing.
"I don't want to go back. I hate it. Nothing good ever happens to me, it's always bad and it's been like that since I was one year old. I hate being different. I hate seeing people stare at my forehead. I lost my parents then the closest thing to a father I ever knew. I hate knowing that Voldemort's after me. I hate people thinking I'm special. I hate people calling me 'Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived'. I just can't stand it! And then people think I enjoy getting all the attention and make stuff up just to be mean. I HATE IT!!" Harry blinked back tears not just of anger but also of sadness. His three companions were slightly bewildered but stood by him trying to think of something to say, glad no one was near them.
"Harry, that won't happen now!" Remus shouted "Peter's gone! He won't be able to tell Voldemort about Lily and James. So Sirius won't be blamed and however he died it won't happen!"
"Your right," Harry smiled but didn't seem convinced. What about the prophecy? He thought.
"Let's go and get your Firebolt have a bit of practise," Sirius suggested.
"O.K."
Soon they were out on the quidditch pitch, all of them had there own brooms, except Remus who wasn't much of a flyer. The Gryffindor quidditch captain, Tom Richards was at the pitch practising too. "Hey Harry!" He called.
"What Tom?"
"Our seeker's injured and we need a new man for Saturday. With your skill and that broom you could beat any of the teams. Do you play quidditch in the future?"
"Yeah. I was the youngest person to play in a house team for a century."
"That broom what make is it?"
"Firebolt, it's the best broom in the world. You know, in the future!"
"Wow! Will you play?"
"Of course!" Harry zoomed off on the Firebolt grinning.
"Catch Harry!" Shouted James letting go of a snitch. Harry let get a bit of a head start then zoomed after it making a spectacular catch. Everyone clapped. "That was nothing I nearly swallowed the snitch once then caught it when one arm was broke. I've only ever lost one match, because of dementors." Harry boasted.
"Can I have a go on the Firebolt?" Sirius asked. "Sure!" Harry landed and waited for Sirius whose broom could not reach the ground at the same speed as Harry's. When he landed he immediately jumped onto the Firebolt and took off. When he was finished James had a go. "Go on Moony!" Sirius cried. The others wanted him to have a go.
"O.K. But if I fall it's your fault!" Moony moaned at last.
"I've fell off my broom before and 'm fine. Pity my nimbus hit the whomping willow and was smashed. But then Sirius got me the Firebolt. It was his fault as well as the dementors I thought he was the grim!"
"I'm going!" Remus shouted and kicked off. "Ahhh! It's too fast! I'm gonna fall and die!"
"You think we should get him?" Harry asked.
"Just five more minutes," James muttered.
"Which positions do you two play on the team!"
"I am an unbeatable beater!" Sirius boasted.
"Just like Fred and George!" Harry laughed remembering Oliver Wood's talk.
"I am a just plain brilliant chaser," James grinned. Sirius rolled his eyes and Harry snorted. James looked offended and punched Sirius. Then he looked up at Remus "You wanna come down now?"
"Get me down!!!"
"Ask nicely," called Harry
"Please!!"
"O.K. Go and get him Padfoot,"
"Why me? Why not Prongs?" Sirius moaned.
"Because you are the one who made him go up there!" Slowly Sirius flew up and grabbed the Firebolt then he dragged it to the ground sighing.