Chapter 8- The Match
"Team bed!" Tom snapped. Sirius, James and Harry climbed up the stairs to the dormitory. "Who's commentating?" Harry asked.
"M-m-m-moony," Sirius yawned.
"It's quite funny he keeps going 'Nice bludger work be Pa-Black' or 'Pr- Potter scores'. How can you be tired the day before a match, Padfoot?" James, who like Harry was wide awake, laughed.
"V-v-very easily," Sirius replied. They got changed and went to bed.
The next day Harry woke early, about 5 o'clock. He felt the usual excitement mixed with nerves that could only be brought on by a quidditch match (or a Triwizard task). He could hear that someone was awake. He coughed loudly. "Harry?" James asked.
"Yeah," he said pulling back his hangings and glancing around the room. It was still in semi-darkness but he could see James sitting on his bed and the other two beds (Peter's had been removed) still with hangings shut and from the hangings around Sirius's bed a foot stuck out. "Should we?" He chuckled.
"That would be mean I like it!" James sniggered evilly. The two of them went to the bathroom and put their hands under the cold tap. "It's freezing!" Harry grinned. They went back to the dormitory and stood next to Sirius's bed. Sirius was very suddenly awoken by two extremely cold hands on his leg. "What was that?" Remus shouted.
"They are so dead!" Sirius yelled.
"Shush, now Sirius. People are trying to sleep," James said in a gentle voice.
"He's probably woke half the school up already!" Harry laughed.
Sirius muttered something about his bat slipping.
"Now, now. We need to work together," Harry grinned enjoying Sirius's annoyed expression.
"After the match then!" Sirius threatened.
"That's right we go to all that trouble and we end up with death threats!" James moaned shaking his head. They all laughed, even Sirius.
A few hours later they were in the changing rooms with their fellow Gryffindor team members. Alice Spinett and Jasmine Brown, the two other chasers, Jack Wood, the other beater, and of course Tom Richards, the captain and keeper. "We can't let Slytherin win. Oh, Harry you mustn't catch the snitch unless we're more than fifty points up or we win the match but lose the cup," Tom said. This reminded Harry of Oliver Wood in his third year. "Do you understand, Harry. You mustn't catch the snitch unless we're more than..."
"I KNOW OL-TOM!" Tom had kept popping up to remind him in between lessons repeating it over and over again. Harry thought back to his third year when exactly the same thing had happened.
"Who's Ol?" Tom asked.
"Oliver Wood was the quidditch captain until my third year. He constantly reminded me on the last match, against Slytherin, that I must only catch the snitch if we were more than fifty points up. We won the cup, of course!" Harry answered.
"Right! Let's go! Harry remember..." Tom broke off when he saw Harry's annoyed expression.
They walked onto the pitch and stood opposite the Slytherins. Harry looked at the seeker. It was Bellatrix Black. Harry gritted his teeth. So he thought I'm going to play against her am I. Well there is no chance Slytherin is going to beat us.
"Mount your brooms! One, Two, Three!" Fourteen brooms flew up. Harry went quite a lot higher than the others on his team and was soon joined by Bellatrix. "So future boy playing quidditch! I bet you're useless!" She jeered
"Shut up, murderer," Harry snapped.
"I hope you know I'm your friend's cousin,"
"I hope you know, that you murdered your cousin,"
"I did not he's still flying around down there,"
"I didn't mean now. I meant in the future!"
"I broke my promise. I killed a family member."
"Yep."
"I won't do it. I swear I won't!"
"GOAL!" Remus yelled "Gryffindor lead 10-0!" Harry flew away from the Slytherin seeker and stared around the pitch. He saw it! It was at the Slytherin goal. He turned his broom and zoomed towards the Gryffindor end. He couldn't catch it and Bellatrix mustn't. He had to get her as far away from it as possible. Time to copy Krum! He thought. When he got near the Gryffindor goal he dived.
"Potter's going for it! Black's right behind!" At the last second he pulled out of the dive and headed skyward. Smack! He looked down Bellatrix hadn't pulled out of the dive in time and had crashed. He grinned.
"That looks painful! Good display of the Wronski feint (A/N: That is how you spell it isn't it?) from Potter!" Remus shouted.
"Wow! How did you mange that it was great!" Someone called up to him. He looked down and saw Sirius.
"It's not to hard. It's just a seeker thing." Soon Bellatrix was back in the air. "Hi!" Harry smirked "Enjoy yourself?" He turned away and sped down the pitch searching for the snitch. Gryffindor scored four more times and Slytherin once, making the score 50-10. The Slytherins were playing dirty.
"Sirius! Don't fight back!" Tom scolded. As Sirius smacked his beater's club into the back of a Slytherin beater who had just accidentally hit the quaffle in Alice Spinett's face. Both teams were giving penalties. Tom saved the Slytherin's attempt and Gryffindor scored, 60-10. One more goal. Then Harry saw something that he had only ever seen in his third year cup final, all the Slytherin team were at the goal forming kind of wall. James, who had the quaffle hadn't noticed and was zooming along, they were all going to block him. They moved forwards, even the keeper was there. Harry lined up his broom and sped towards the Slytherins causing them to swoop and dodge. James scored easily. "Thanks, Harry!" James called.
"Ha! Take that you cheating scum! There's no way- ouch Professor." Remus yelped in pain. Professor Mcgonagall was holding him by the ear.
"If you cannot commentate in a fair way you shall no longer be allowed to commentate at all!"
"Right Professor! Sorry professor!" Harry looked around and what he saw made his heart leap into his throat. Bellatrix was zooming down the pitch, he was sure she wasn't feinting. Then he saw it flitting around near the ground. Harry flew towards her as fast as his broom would go and within minutes he was level. He dived.
"They're going to crash!" Sirius yelled. He was half right. Harry put on an extra spurt of speed grabbed the snitch and flew up. Bellatrix, for the second time, hit the ground. Gryffindor had won the cup!
A/N: Yeah I know it's like a mixture of the quidditch world cup and the third year final. I don't have any good ideas about how to right a quidditch match.
"Team bed!" Tom snapped. Sirius, James and Harry climbed up the stairs to the dormitory. "Who's commentating?" Harry asked.
"M-m-m-moony," Sirius yawned.
"It's quite funny he keeps going 'Nice bludger work be Pa-Black' or 'Pr- Potter scores'. How can you be tired the day before a match, Padfoot?" James, who like Harry was wide awake, laughed.
"V-v-very easily," Sirius replied. They got changed and went to bed.
The next day Harry woke early, about 5 o'clock. He felt the usual excitement mixed with nerves that could only be brought on by a quidditch match (or a Triwizard task). He could hear that someone was awake. He coughed loudly. "Harry?" James asked.
"Yeah," he said pulling back his hangings and glancing around the room. It was still in semi-darkness but he could see James sitting on his bed and the other two beds (Peter's had been removed) still with hangings shut and from the hangings around Sirius's bed a foot stuck out. "Should we?" He chuckled.
"That would be mean I like it!" James sniggered evilly. The two of them went to the bathroom and put their hands under the cold tap. "It's freezing!" Harry grinned. They went back to the dormitory and stood next to Sirius's bed. Sirius was very suddenly awoken by two extremely cold hands on his leg. "What was that?" Remus shouted.
"They are so dead!" Sirius yelled.
"Shush, now Sirius. People are trying to sleep," James said in a gentle voice.
"He's probably woke half the school up already!" Harry laughed.
Sirius muttered something about his bat slipping.
"Now, now. We need to work together," Harry grinned enjoying Sirius's annoyed expression.
"After the match then!" Sirius threatened.
"That's right we go to all that trouble and we end up with death threats!" James moaned shaking his head. They all laughed, even Sirius.
A few hours later they were in the changing rooms with their fellow Gryffindor team members. Alice Spinett and Jasmine Brown, the two other chasers, Jack Wood, the other beater, and of course Tom Richards, the captain and keeper. "We can't let Slytherin win. Oh, Harry you mustn't catch the snitch unless we're more than fifty points up or we win the match but lose the cup," Tom said. This reminded Harry of Oliver Wood in his third year. "Do you understand, Harry. You mustn't catch the snitch unless we're more than..."
"I KNOW OL-TOM!" Tom had kept popping up to remind him in between lessons repeating it over and over again. Harry thought back to his third year when exactly the same thing had happened.
"Who's Ol?" Tom asked.
"Oliver Wood was the quidditch captain until my third year. He constantly reminded me on the last match, against Slytherin, that I must only catch the snitch if we were more than fifty points up. We won the cup, of course!" Harry answered.
"Right! Let's go! Harry remember..." Tom broke off when he saw Harry's annoyed expression.
They walked onto the pitch and stood opposite the Slytherins. Harry looked at the seeker. It was Bellatrix Black. Harry gritted his teeth. So he thought I'm going to play against her am I. Well there is no chance Slytherin is going to beat us.
"Mount your brooms! One, Two, Three!" Fourteen brooms flew up. Harry went quite a lot higher than the others on his team and was soon joined by Bellatrix. "So future boy playing quidditch! I bet you're useless!" She jeered
"Shut up, murderer," Harry snapped.
"I hope you know I'm your friend's cousin,"
"I hope you know, that you murdered your cousin,"
"I did not he's still flying around down there,"
"I didn't mean now. I meant in the future!"
"I broke my promise. I killed a family member."
"Yep."
"I won't do it. I swear I won't!"
"GOAL!" Remus yelled "Gryffindor lead 10-0!" Harry flew away from the Slytherin seeker and stared around the pitch. He saw it! It was at the Slytherin goal. He turned his broom and zoomed towards the Gryffindor end. He couldn't catch it and Bellatrix mustn't. He had to get her as far away from it as possible. Time to copy Krum! He thought. When he got near the Gryffindor goal he dived.
"Potter's going for it! Black's right behind!" At the last second he pulled out of the dive and headed skyward. Smack! He looked down Bellatrix hadn't pulled out of the dive in time and had crashed. He grinned.
"That looks painful! Good display of the Wronski feint (A/N: That is how you spell it isn't it?) from Potter!" Remus shouted.
"Wow! How did you mange that it was great!" Someone called up to him. He looked down and saw Sirius.
"It's not to hard. It's just a seeker thing." Soon Bellatrix was back in the air. "Hi!" Harry smirked "Enjoy yourself?" He turned away and sped down the pitch searching for the snitch. Gryffindor scored four more times and Slytherin once, making the score 50-10. The Slytherins were playing dirty.
"Sirius! Don't fight back!" Tom scolded. As Sirius smacked his beater's club into the back of a Slytherin beater who had just accidentally hit the quaffle in Alice Spinett's face. Both teams were giving penalties. Tom saved the Slytherin's attempt and Gryffindor scored, 60-10. One more goal. Then Harry saw something that he had only ever seen in his third year cup final, all the Slytherin team were at the goal forming kind of wall. James, who had the quaffle hadn't noticed and was zooming along, they were all going to block him. They moved forwards, even the keeper was there. Harry lined up his broom and sped towards the Slytherins causing them to swoop and dodge. James scored easily. "Thanks, Harry!" James called.
"Ha! Take that you cheating scum! There's no way- ouch Professor." Remus yelped in pain. Professor Mcgonagall was holding him by the ear.
"If you cannot commentate in a fair way you shall no longer be allowed to commentate at all!"
"Right Professor! Sorry professor!" Harry looked around and what he saw made his heart leap into his throat. Bellatrix was zooming down the pitch, he was sure she wasn't feinting. Then he saw it flitting around near the ground. Harry flew towards her as fast as his broom would go and within minutes he was level. He dived.
"They're going to crash!" Sirius yelled. He was half right. Harry put on an extra spurt of speed grabbed the snitch and flew up. Bellatrix, for the second time, hit the ground. Gryffindor had won the cup!
A/N: Yeah I know it's like a mixture of the quidditch world cup and the third year final. I don't have any good ideas about how to right a quidditch match.