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"Bye Harry! Good luck!" Alice waved.
Harry waved back weakly and then walked out of the Great Hall with rest of his rest of his team.
Alice looked at her plate and played with her eggs. Then she looked up and sighed, "This is horrible weather to play Quidditch in. Do you think we have a good chance of winning?"
Ron scoffed, "We flattened Hufflepuff last year. And Harry has never lost a match yet. His Nimbus 2000 is the best broom on the field."
"I don't know, Ron. Cedric Diggory is a pretty good seeker. And he's a team captain," I pointed out.
"Who?" Alice asked.
"Hufflepuff's new captain and seeker," Ron explained, "But Diggory's an idiot. There's nothing to worry about."
Alice set her head down on her arms, looking glum"
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Oh, nothing," she sighed, "Just have a bad feeling, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
We walked down the steps outside, wind whipping the rain at our faces. Alice stopped us as soon as we reached the ground.
She pulled out her wand and pointed it straight up in the air. "Umbrelus Perfectum!" she said. A red and yellow Gryffindor umbrella shot out of the end of her wand and into her hand. The rain glanced off it and no wind seemed to be able to reach under it.
"Nice!" said Ron as he and slipped under the umbrella's protection. Alice smiled and then we headed off toward the Quidditch field.
When we got up to the stands and took our places, the winds were stronger and the rain worse.
"This is awful weather to plat Quidditch in," Alice repeated and bit her lip.
The storm grew steadily worse. We could barely see the players through the rain. Lee Jordan's commentary was drowned out by the wind. No one knew exactly what was going on.
"Look!" Alice yelled suddenly.
Harry and Cedric Diggory were neck-and-neck racing after the snitch.
"Come on Harry!" Ron yelled.
Suddenly, a wave of cold dread swept over me. The sky seemed to be getting darker and the sound of the wind was becoming less and less.
"Oh my God! Alice gasped. "Dementors!"
I looked down. Sure enough, at least a hundred dementors were down on the fields staring up at the players.
Alice screamed. I looked up just in time to see Harry slip off his broom and begin to fall.
"Oh no! Harry!" I yelled.
And then I saw Cedric Diggory's hand close over a tiny golden speck that could only be the snitch.
"No!" I sobbed.
Dumbledore ran out onto the field. He was brandishing his wand and there was a strange glow about him. He pointed his wand at Harry and Harry slowed down in mid air before hitting the ground. Then Dumbledore said a spell and a large, slivery unicorn shot out of his wand and charged the dementors. They left the field in a hurry.
Ron, Alice, and I looked at each other and then rushed down to the field where the Gryffindor team was landing to make sure Harry was all right. Alice took one look at him and then collapsed in a faint. Wood caught her before she hit the ground. Dumbledore created two stretchers and put Harry on one and Alice on the other. Then he took them up to the hospital wing.
"Will they be all right?" I sobbed to Ron.
He shrugged, looking desolate. He didn't seem to be able to speak.
"Wood!" said a voice. It was Diggory, "We should have a re-match. This wasn't a fair game. I-,"
Wood shook his head, "No, Diggory. You won, fair and square." Then he turned to his team. "I'm going to the showers."
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I came to in the hospital wing. Hermione was sitting on my bed, but she was looking at the bed next to mine where Harry lay.
"Hermione," I whispered.
"Alice!" she jumped, "Thank goodness you're ok."
I sat up, "How's Harry? Is he...?"
"No," said Hermione, "He's not dead; just unconscious."
Professor Flitwick came in carrying a bag half full of what looked like splinter and small pieces of wood.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Mr. Potter's broomstick," said the professor sadly as he handed the bag to Hermione.
I clapped my hand over my mouth and shock and horror.
"It hit the Whomping Willow," Professor Flitwick said sadly.
"Oh dear," Hermione whispered.
"So no...Harry doesn't have a broomstick?" Fred asked, as if it hadn't sunk in yet.
Everyone nodded.
"At least Harry's still alive," I said.
"Yah," agreed George, "Lucky the ground was so soft."
"I thought he was dead for sure," Hermione practically sobbed.
Ron shook his head, "But he didn't even break his glasses."
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life," Hermione murmured.
Harry's eyes suddenly opened. I was so amazed that it took a moment to register what had just happened.
"Harry!" said Fred, "How're you feeling?"
"You fell off," Fred explained, "Must've been-what-fifty feet?"
"We thought you'd died," added Alicia.
I got off my bed and moved over so that I could sit next to him and comfort him, "It was so scary," I said, "I was so worried...I keeled over in a dead faint right after I saw you."
"But the match?" Harry pressed, "What happened? Are we doing a replay?"...(A/N: Read the rest of the actual chapter in the book. Alice doesn't say anything for the rest of the chapter.
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"Bye Harry! Good luck!" Alice waved.
Harry waved back weakly and then walked out of the Great Hall with rest of his rest of his team.
Alice looked at her plate and played with her eggs. Then she looked up and sighed, "This is horrible weather to play Quidditch in. Do you think we have a good chance of winning?"
Ron scoffed, "We flattened Hufflepuff last year. And Harry has never lost a match yet. His Nimbus 2000 is the best broom on the field."
"I don't know, Ron. Cedric Diggory is a pretty good seeker. And he's a team captain," I pointed out.
"Who?" Alice asked.
"Hufflepuff's new captain and seeker," Ron explained, "But Diggory's an idiot. There's nothing to worry about."
Alice set her head down on her arms, looking glum"
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Oh, nothing," she sighed, "Just have a bad feeling, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
We walked down the steps outside, wind whipping the rain at our faces. Alice stopped us as soon as we reached the ground.
She pulled out her wand and pointed it straight up in the air. "Umbrelus Perfectum!" she said. A red and yellow Gryffindor umbrella shot out of the end of her wand and into her hand. The rain glanced off it and no wind seemed to be able to reach under it.
"Nice!" said Ron as he and slipped under the umbrella's protection. Alice smiled and then we headed off toward the Quidditch field.
When we got up to the stands and took our places, the winds were stronger and the rain worse.
"This is awful weather to plat Quidditch in," Alice repeated and bit her lip.
The storm grew steadily worse. We could barely see the players through the rain. Lee Jordan's commentary was drowned out by the wind. No one knew exactly what was going on.
"Look!" Alice yelled suddenly.
Harry and Cedric Diggory were neck-and-neck racing after the snitch.
"Come on Harry!" Ron yelled.
Suddenly, a wave of cold dread swept over me. The sky seemed to be getting darker and the sound of the wind was becoming less and less.
"Oh my God! Alice gasped. "Dementors!"
I looked down. Sure enough, at least a hundred dementors were down on the fields staring up at the players.
Alice screamed. I looked up just in time to see Harry slip off his broom and begin to fall.
"Oh no! Harry!" I yelled.
And then I saw Cedric Diggory's hand close over a tiny golden speck that could only be the snitch.
"No!" I sobbed.
Dumbledore ran out onto the field. He was brandishing his wand and there was a strange glow about him. He pointed his wand at Harry and Harry slowed down in mid air before hitting the ground. Then Dumbledore said a spell and a large, slivery unicorn shot out of his wand and charged the dementors. They left the field in a hurry.
Ron, Alice, and I looked at each other and then rushed down to the field where the Gryffindor team was landing to make sure Harry was all right. Alice took one look at him and then collapsed in a faint. Wood caught her before she hit the ground. Dumbledore created two stretchers and put Harry on one and Alice on the other. Then he took them up to the hospital wing.
"Will they be all right?" I sobbed to Ron.
He shrugged, looking desolate. He didn't seem to be able to speak.
"Wood!" said a voice. It was Diggory, "We should have a re-match. This wasn't a fair game. I-,"
Wood shook his head, "No, Diggory. You won, fair and square." Then he turned to his team. "I'm going to the showers."
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I came to in the hospital wing. Hermione was sitting on my bed, but she was looking at the bed next to mine where Harry lay.
"Hermione," I whispered.
"Alice!" she jumped, "Thank goodness you're ok."
I sat up, "How's Harry? Is he...?"
"No," said Hermione, "He's not dead; just unconscious."
Professor Flitwick came in carrying a bag half full of what looked like splinter and small pieces of wood.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Mr. Potter's broomstick," said the professor sadly as he handed the bag to Hermione.
I clapped my hand over my mouth and shock and horror.
"It hit the Whomping Willow," Professor Flitwick said sadly.
"Oh dear," Hermione whispered.
"So no...Harry doesn't have a broomstick?" Fred asked, as if it hadn't sunk in yet.
Everyone nodded.
"At least Harry's still alive," I said.
"Yah," agreed George, "Lucky the ground was so soft."
"I thought he was dead for sure," Hermione practically sobbed.
Ron shook his head, "But he didn't even break his glasses."
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life," Hermione murmured.
Harry's eyes suddenly opened. I was so amazed that it took a moment to register what had just happened.
"Harry!" said Fred, "How're you feeling?"
"You fell off," Fred explained, "Must've been-what-fifty feet?"
"We thought you'd died," added Alicia.
I got off my bed and moved over so that I could sit next to him and comfort him, "It was so scary," I said, "I was so worried...I keeled over in a dead faint right after I saw you."
"But the match?" Harry pressed, "What happened? Are we doing a replay?"...(A/N: Read the rest of the actual chapter in the book. Alice doesn't say anything for the rest of the chapter.
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