Disclaimer: HP & Co. belong to JKR. This plot and other characters belong
to Dani.
****OMG! I'm so sorry everybody, I've just been really busy. Tests!!! But I don't have anymore tests until Dec. 14th. Yay!!!! (But those are finals. Yuck!!!)
**** We do not know Hermione's birthday. Dani just used her own birthday.
*** If you have AIM, feel free to come and bug me!! I'm serious. I sometimes forget to work on this.
***I was going to post last night, but something came up.
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They both started dancing. Harry let the song out of his head and the two of them could hear it. They danced away and only stopped when the song did.
They engaged in a talk full of laughter after that. Harry told Hermione about the mirror and how he does his homework. She told him about the mysterious Clay Olsen. When she saw how narrowed his eyes were, she simply laughed.
'Your eyes are accusing me of liking Olsen.' said Hermione, giggling.
'No they're not.' he said, eyes narrowed to a point he could barely see.
'Okay.' she giggled.
They went and used the mirror to spy on people.
Their first victim was Ron. He was with a girl. They couldn't make out who, though. She was rather pretty, much prettier than Cho and Lavender. Harry was glad at this.
Then, they spied on Malfoy. He was snickering madly as he talked with Crabbe and Goyle, ignoring a Slytherin girl. She had good looks as well. Too good for Malfoy, though.
The night continued with laughs. Then Harry remembered the phoenix necklace. He took it out from his pocket and gave it to Hermione.
'It's beautiful, Harry. Thank you.' she said, sincerely.
'Happy Belated Birthday. I couldn't give it to you on your day so...' he trailed off.
'This looks familiar though. It's like I've seen this in a dream or something. Must just be deja vu.'
'The strangest thing happened hen I bought that.' he said, remembering Liz and Fiona. He told her about the whole thing, even about the girl with brown hair and how she predicted Harry buying it.
'Maybe it was just a coincidence. I mean, c'mon, prediction? She was just probably pulling your leg, Harry. Take Professor Trelawney.' she said, rolling her eyes at Professor Trelawney.
'Well...okay.' he said, not wanting to argue. It was common knowledge that Hermione despised any fortune telling whatsoever.
When it became too late, Hermione was forced to leave Harry but not without a kiss.
He didn't tell her yet about him going to play Quidditch.
THE QUIDDITCH MATCH:
The breeze was refreshing; the sun was shining ever so brightly. It was a beautiful day for Quidditch. The Gryffindor Quidditch team was going through their plan.
'So basically, the Chasers try and keep shooting while the Beaters keep the Bludgers busy, the Keeper guards the hoop and Toni Anne looks for the Snitch?' Candice asked Stephanie.
'Uh...yeah.basically.'
'So we basically do what we normally do.'
'You have any other plans? I'd like to hear them.' snapped Stephanie.
'Easy, Steph. Don't go all angry at us.'
'It's really frustrating not having the only best Seeker I've ever seen. I mean, we'll have to do this one without Harry!' exclaimed Stephanie.
'No you won't.' said a voice behind that was unmistakably...
'Harry!' the team exclaimed, even Ron, who knew he was alive.
'You're...you're...'
'Alive? Yes. Ready to lose to Slytherin? No way.' he said with a mischievous grin.
'But how?' asked a very happy Stephanie. Everyone in the room was absolutely beaming.
'I'll explain later. I'm ready to beat Slytherin. Shall we?' he asked the team, who were now more determined than before.
Eric Evans was commentating again. This was good for Gryffindor but bad for Slytherin. Eric tended to express his feelings.
'Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor against Slytherin, 6 to 7 players. Don't you just admire Gryffindor for showing up? I mean, they are a man short and...Ow! Okay, okay. I'll commentate.
Let me introduce the Gryffindor players. Captain, Chaser and quite a cutie, Stephanie Denver. Here comes Toni Anne Jordan, a great Chaser and a Seeker volunteer, not bad looking at that. Candice Radcliffe, fantastic chaser and...Ouch! I'll just cut to the chase. Rain Wakefield and Seamus Finnegan, awesome Beaters. And of course, the Keeper we all know and love, Ron Weasley.... Hang on... there's another player... can't seem to see who he is but man, can he fly!' as Eric said this, the crowd was looking at the mystery player with curiosity. Hermione was having some clues to who he was...
Madam Hooch stepped onto the field. She was told the two teams to play fair, and glanced more to Slytherin's side.
'Madam Hooch throws the Quaffle and the game begins!
Slytherin in position now...Jordan tries to take the Quaffle... manages to distract him....HA! Radcliffe took the Quaffle with ease thanks to Jordan! Now, careful....she shoots...she scores! 10-0, Gryffindor!' This all happened in mere seconds. The crowd went wild, except Slytherin.
Their team was now getting rough. They didn't like Gryffindor shooting first very much. Harry wasn't listening to Eric nor paying attention at the stands. He was looking for the Snitch. He wanted to find it before Malfoy did, as always. He was tying to avoid Malfoy's gaze as well. He was still clueless that Harry was alive.
'Dang! I mean score for Slytherin! 10-30 to them. This game is getting tense....Denver in position...passes to Jordan. Jordan passes to Radcliffe, Radcliffe passes to Denver....they're making it hard for the Slytherin chasers. Nice teamwork.......Denver scores! 20-30! They'll catch up...Slytherin has the Quaffle...tries to fake but fails, Radcliffe steals the Quaffle...no, Slytherin steals it back....Weasley on the look out....guard it Ron, guard it! Oh! 20-40, Slytherin.' commentated Eric.
Harry managed to hear "20-40" before flying downwards to catch the Snitch. He was a few feet away from it, but so was Malfoy. They raced against each other for 150 points worth and finishing move.
Malfoy glanced at his rival Seeker and was stopped immediately. He mouthed "Potter" before leaving the Snitch all to Harry. He, of course, didn't find it hard to follow without anyone trying to make him fall off his broom.
'Our mystery Seeker receives 150 points for catching the Snitch! Gryffindor wins! 170 to 70!'Exclaimed Eric. He was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
****OMG! I'm so sorry everybody, I've just been really busy. Tests!!! But I don't have anymore tests until Dec. 14th. Yay!!!! (But those are finals. Yuck!!!)
**** We do not know Hermione's birthday. Dani just used her own birthday.
*** If you have AIM, feel free to come and bug me!! I'm serious. I sometimes forget to work on this.
***I was going to post last night, but something came up.
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They both started dancing. Harry let the song out of his head and the two of them could hear it. They danced away and only stopped when the song did.
They engaged in a talk full of laughter after that. Harry told Hermione about the mirror and how he does his homework. She told him about the mysterious Clay Olsen. When she saw how narrowed his eyes were, she simply laughed.
'Your eyes are accusing me of liking Olsen.' said Hermione, giggling.
'No they're not.' he said, eyes narrowed to a point he could barely see.
'Okay.' she giggled.
They went and used the mirror to spy on people.
Their first victim was Ron. He was with a girl. They couldn't make out who, though. She was rather pretty, much prettier than Cho and Lavender. Harry was glad at this.
Then, they spied on Malfoy. He was snickering madly as he talked with Crabbe and Goyle, ignoring a Slytherin girl. She had good looks as well. Too good for Malfoy, though.
The night continued with laughs. Then Harry remembered the phoenix necklace. He took it out from his pocket and gave it to Hermione.
'It's beautiful, Harry. Thank you.' she said, sincerely.
'Happy Belated Birthday. I couldn't give it to you on your day so...' he trailed off.
'This looks familiar though. It's like I've seen this in a dream or something. Must just be deja vu.'
'The strangest thing happened hen I bought that.' he said, remembering Liz and Fiona. He told her about the whole thing, even about the girl with brown hair and how she predicted Harry buying it.
'Maybe it was just a coincidence. I mean, c'mon, prediction? She was just probably pulling your leg, Harry. Take Professor Trelawney.' she said, rolling her eyes at Professor Trelawney.
'Well...okay.' he said, not wanting to argue. It was common knowledge that Hermione despised any fortune telling whatsoever.
When it became too late, Hermione was forced to leave Harry but not without a kiss.
He didn't tell her yet about him going to play Quidditch.
THE QUIDDITCH MATCH:
The breeze was refreshing; the sun was shining ever so brightly. It was a beautiful day for Quidditch. The Gryffindor Quidditch team was going through their plan.
'So basically, the Chasers try and keep shooting while the Beaters keep the Bludgers busy, the Keeper guards the hoop and Toni Anne looks for the Snitch?' Candice asked Stephanie.
'Uh...yeah.basically.'
'So we basically do what we normally do.'
'You have any other plans? I'd like to hear them.' snapped Stephanie.
'Easy, Steph. Don't go all angry at us.'
'It's really frustrating not having the only best Seeker I've ever seen. I mean, we'll have to do this one without Harry!' exclaimed Stephanie.
'No you won't.' said a voice behind that was unmistakably...
'Harry!' the team exclaimed, even Ron, who knew he was alive.
'You're...you're...'
'Alive? Yes. Ready to lose to Slytherin? No way.' he said with a mischievous grin.
'But how?' asked a very happy Stephanie. Everyone in the room was absolutely beaming.
'I'll explain later. I'm ready to beat Slytherin. Shall we?' he asked the team, who were now more determined than before.
Eric Evans was commentating again. This was good for Gryffindor but bad for Slytherin. Eric tended to express his feelings.
'Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor against Slytherin, 6 to 7 players. Don't you just admire Gryffindor for showing up? I mean, they are a man short and...Ow! Okay, okay. I'll commentate.
Let me introduce the Gryffindor players. Captain, Chaser and quite a cutie, Stephanie Denver. Here comes Toni Anne Jordan, a great Chaser and a Seeker volunteer, not bad looking at that. Candice Radcliffe, fantastic chaser and...Ouch! I'll just cut to the chase. Rain Wakefield and Seamus Finnegan, awesome Beaters. And of course, the Keeper we all know and love, Ron Weasley.... Hang on... there's another player... can't seem to see who he is but man, can he fly!' as Eric said this, the crowd was looking at the mystery player with curiosity. Hermione was having some clues to who he was...
Madam Hooch stepped onto the field. She was told the two teams to play fair, and glanced more to Slytherin's side.
'Madam Hooch throws the Quaffle and the game begins!
Slytherin in position now...Jordan tries to take the Quaffle... manages to distract him....HA! Radcliffe took the Quaffle with ease thanks to Jordan! Now, careful....she shoots...she scores! 10-0, Gryffindor!' This all happened in mere seconds. The crowd went wild, except Slytherin.
Their team was now getting rough. They didn't like Gryffindor shooting first very much. Harry wasn't listening to Eric nor paying attention at the stands. He was looking for the Snitch. He wanted to find it before Malfoy did, as always. He was tying to avoid Malfoy's gaze as well. He was still clueless that Harry was alive.
'Dang! I mean score for Slytherin! 10-30 to them. This game is getting tense....Denver in position...passes to Jordan. Jordan passes to Radcliffe, Radcliffe passes to Denver....they're making it hard for the Slytherin chasers. Nice teamwork.......Denver scores! 20-30! They'll catch up...Slytherin has the Quaffle...tries to fake but fails, Radcliffe steals the Quaffle...no, Slytherin steals it back....Weasley on the look out....guard it Ron, guard it! Oh! 20-40, Slytherin.' commentated Eric.
Harry managed to hear "20-40" before flying downwards to catch the Snitch. He was a few feet away from it, but so was Malfoy. They raced against each other for 150 points worth and finishing move.
Malfoy glanced at his rival Seeker and was stopped immediately. He mouthed "Potter" before leaving the Snitch all to Harry. He, of course, didn't find it hard to follow without anyone trying to make him fall off his broom.
'Our mystery Seeker receives 150 points for catching the Snitch! Gryffindor wins! 170 to 70!'Exclaimed Eric. He was practically jumping up and down with excitement.