Another Chance
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Chapter 8 – Pick-up Quidditch (uploaded 12/16/03)
When he got back from his shopping trip in Hogsmeade, Snape went looking for Hermione. He was pleased to find her down in the dungeon laboratory having a discussion with Tonks and Professor Weasley. It was quite a lively discussion which he observed quietly from the doorway for a good five minutes before anyone realized he was there. The little wolf cub was the first to recognize the potions master and bounded toward him, yipping all the way. With his big puppy dog eyes, Remus stood on his hind legs and had his front paws up on Snape's leg, seemingly begging for something. Of course, Snape wouldn't understand what he wanted, so he merely picked Remus up as he made his way toward Hermione's simmering cauldron.
"Tonks, if you don't mind, please stand back against the wall." Snape said dryly.
She let out a huff and proceeded out the door. "I'm telling you, the potion needs a catalyst."
"Have you tried anything yet?" Snape asked, cub tucked into his arm and absentmindedly running his fingers behind Remus's ears.
"I wanted your opinion, Mr. Marston, before we tried anything," said Bill Weasley.
Hermione added, "I've spent the past hour brewing this aging potion. However, I'm reluctant to give it to him because it won't solve his other problem of being stuck as a wolf."
Bill noticed how docile and content Remus was in young Snape's hands, he was on the verge of falling asleep. When Snape saw Bill's smile, he realized what he'd been doing and shoved the little wolf into Bill's lap. Hermione stifled a laugh, but Bill didn't hold back. He held the wolf in a way that would not allow him to fall or jump off his lap.
Snape turned to Hermione, "Miss Granger, may I see your notes?" She handed him the parchments she'd been scratching on. Then she looked up at the clock and removed her cauldron from the heat.
Snape took a seat at the end of the bench. Like a doctor, the silence was interrupted by quiet "uh-huh's" as he read through the parchment. He summoned his own notes and compared them side by side. When he looked up, he said, "Tonks is actually quite brilliant, isn't she?" Granger and Weasley gasped at the compliment. "She's right about the catalyst. And I think that catalyst is—" "Milk," interrupted Tonks as she walked in with a tea tray.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Tonks," Snape said, quite smugly. "Milk would counteract with the aging potion, rendering it useless because of the lactic acid. I believe sugar is the catalyst we are looking for."
"Sugar?" asked Bill. "Can it be as simple as sugar?"
Hermione's eyes widened in comprehension, "Yes, sugar. It will counteract whatever Wolfsbane potion remains in his system without affecting the aging portion of the antidote."
Snape nodded and scribbled some calculations in the corner of Hermione's parchment. "I'm calculating on the conservative side. I'm sure Lupin wouldn't mind if I left him a couple years younger than his 37 years. Besides, within a couple months the complete effects of this transformation will work itself out on its own, according to your notes."
Tonks took a saucer from her tray and handed the sugar container to the blonde Snape. She set down the tray next to Bill and stood behind him. Young Dumbledore then walked through the door and joined Professors Tonks and Weasley in the audience. Snape ladled Hermione's potion onto the saucer, then added four teaspoons of sugar, stirring enough to dissolve most of the sugar. He set it down on the floor, then Bill set Remus down on the floor next to the saucer.
The cub sniffed at the saucer and barked at it. "Oh, go on, ya mutt," Snape growled, "before I pour it down your throat!"
Tonks and Dumbledore hissed at Snape. Remus abandoned the saucer and ran toward Dumbledore with his tail tucked between his legs. "Shhh, it's okay, Remus. It will taste very sweet, just like you like it." Dumbledore's long fingers stroked down the cub's back until it had the confidence to taste the antidote. When he started lapping it up, Dumbledore resumed his position next to Bill and Tonks.
The little wolf licked the saucer clean, then sat back on its haunches unsteadily. It howled as he transformed into a bigger and bigger wolf. Snape and Dumbledore drew their wands, ready for anything. Hermione covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers. The howling got deeper and deeper, louder and louder, then with a familiar crack, it all stopped. Remus was on all fours, reaching for his throat and coughing.
"Stand up, Remus," Dumbledore requested, "Let me have a look at you." Weasley ran over and grabbed Lupin under his armpit to help him up. The thin man who stood before them looked about ten years younger than his starting age. There were no premature wrinkles and only a few scattered grey hairs around his sideburns. He smiled and stretched.
"Thank you, Hermione, thank you, thank you all." Lupin was at once assaulted by a mess of brown curly hair as Hermione ran over to hug him. Seeing Tonks making her way toward the group, Snape quickly bottled the remaining potion and evanesco'd the rest before she reached the werewolf.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he shook Lupin's hand in congratulations. "How are you feeling," Dumbledore asked.
"Actually," Lupin replied, "I feel so full of energy. I'd forgotten how much energy I had in my 20's."
"Actually," Snape looked up from his scratching, "you're physically where you were when you were about 30 years old. You'll age back to normal gradually over the next two or three months."
Lupin slapped his hands together, "Wonderful, I feel like a broom ride. Would anyone care to join me?"
Tonks jumped up, "How about a game of Quidditch? Anyone interested?"
Snape tugged on his chin, "I bet Minnie would jump on the chance. Percival, what position did she play?"
"Seeker. She's quite the speedster, you know." They all made their way out the door, Tonks grabbed Hermione's hand on the way out.
~ ~ ~
As the group arrived at the Quidditch pitch by broomstick, Malfoy and Potter were having another argument. Malfoy was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, and Potter was flanked by Ginny and Ron Weasley. Hermione ran between them, "Stop it! Stop it, all of you!"
As they were distracted by Hermione, the staff on broomsticks surrounded the Hogwarts seventh years. Dumbledore blew a whistle to get everyone's attention. Fortunately, that also caught the attention of the flying instructor, Madam Hooch, who quickly flew over to see what all the fuss was about. Lupin landed next to Potter and gave him a quiet one-arm hug.
Malfoy yelled, "We're practicing here!"
Potter yelled back, "First come, first serve!"
Dumbledore blew the whistle again. "Madam Hooch, if you would be so kind as to referee. We, challenge you lot to a match. Seeing as we are matched evenly at six players per team, I think both teams can survive short of one chaser. Go on, now, decide who's going to play what position."
The students once again fell into a yelling match, only to be stopped by Madam Hooch's whistle. Potter and Malfoy argued over who would be seeker. Meanwhile, the stands were filling up with students as word quickly went around of the challenge. Creevy took the announcer seat.
"On the student's team, we have Harry Potter playing seeker, Draco Malfoy playing keeper, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe will play the beaters positions, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley will play chasers." The Slytherin/Gryffindor team looked up at the announcer stand to see Hermione sitting next to the announcer with a smug smile on her face.
"On the staff team, Minnie Stewart will play seeker, Percival Wulfric will play keeper, Alan Marston and Bill Weasley will play beaters, and Remus Lupin and Tonks will take the chaser positions." The audience responded with a loud roar. "Teams, take your positions!" Everybody landed into position on the ground.
Hooch mounted her broomstick and released the balls from the box they were restrained in, and blew her whistle. "And the match begins!"
"Potter rises to a high stationary position in the middle of the field. Miss Stewart has taken to circling the field slowly in search of the golden snitch. Tonks is the first to the quaffle!"
"She tosses it to Lupin, who circles and tosses it back. Oh! Near miss by a bludger, saved by Marston. Ron Weasley flies circles around Lupin, where's Ginny? Oh! Ginny and Tonks scrap for the quaffle, Ginny almost had it, but—wow, Tonks is a good flier."
"Ten to goal, five, two, whoa! Bludger from Crabbe knocks Ginny off her broom. Hey goon, what team are you on? Saved by Madam Hooch. Tonks throws the quaffle to Lupin, saved by Malfoy."
"Malfoy throws the quaffle to Ron Weasley, who has taken off to the other end of the field! Don't have to tell him twice. He ducks a bludger from Marston but drops the quaffle. Recovered by Bill Weasley, who knocks the quaffle with his bat toward Tonks. Stolen by Ginny!"
"She's racing with Lupin toward the goal. Hey, activity from the seekers, I think Minnie has spotted the snitch. Potter is still hovering, though a bit lower now. Is he daydreaming or does he think it's a fake out? Bludger from Bill Weasley narrowly misses his little sister. Tussle with Lupin for the quaffle, Percival Wulfric comes out away from his goal in anticipation. Bludger from Goyle knocks Lupin out of the running, it's between Ginny and Wulfric. Another bludger from Crabbe bounces off the goal ring and OW! That's gotta hurt, Wulfric knocked off course. SCORE FOR THE STUDENT TEAM! Go Ginny!"
"While the quaffle is put into action, Potter and Minnie now have their eyes on the snitch and are chasing it. Boy, Minnie's fast, she's practically outflying Potter. I'd say she is outflying Potter, as she's on a regular school broom. Lupin is flying down the field with the quaffle. Malfoy is ready. Whoa double bludger from the student team, Lupin dives and recovers inches from the ground. Marston and Bill Weasley, what a beater team. There goes the bludger at Potter as he flies overhead, OOF! Taken in the chest by Ron Weasley. Lupin passes the quaffle to Tonks, who rolls a 720! Score Tonks! That's 10-10, we're dead even."
"Hahaha, the crowd is chanting 'Malfoy is our king,' hey, whose side are you on, anyway? Ow, Hermione, okay, okay. Back to the play. Ginny is taking the quaffle down the field. Ducks a bludger from Marston, IT HITS MINNIE! What team is he on again? Hooch cushions her fall, she's back on the broom. Ooo, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that glare. Potter's lost the snitch.
"Ginny passes to Ron, who ducks a bludger from Bill. Tonks tries to steal the quaffle, no luck. Marston beats the bludger into the quaffle! Recovered by Wulfric! Man, this is an exciting game. Wulfric throws to Remus, who throws to Tonks half way down the pitch. OW! She flies straight into a brick wall, namely Crabbe and Goyle. Hooch catches her, Goyle beats the quaffle to Ron Weasley who takes it down the field."
"Wait, staff team is calling a skinning foul on the student team. Madam Hooch says NO! It was Tonks who ran into the beaters, if anyone gets a foul, it would be Tonks, but it was an honest accident."
"Hey, has anyone seen Potter? Ron takes the quaffle to the goal unchallenged, caught by Wulfric! He throws it to Tonks, Tonks throws over the head of Crabbe, who tries to hit it with his bat. Missed it...don't even know if that's legal. Caught by Lupin, WHOA! Lupin is sent spinning as Potter races across his path to reach the snitch first. There goes Minnie. Who's going to catch it first?"
"Ginny steals the quaffle from Lupin as he recovers control of his broom. Bludger from Marston knocks Ginny in the shoulder, and another one from big brother! That's gonna leave a mark. Successful drop pass to Ron. OY! COLLISION OF THE SEEKERS!"
"Hooch calls a time out while they sort this out. Everyone must hold their positions. It's ok, they're just shaken up. Nobody has the snitch. Resume play."
"Ron races toward the goal. Marston sends a fast bludger at Weasley, sheesh that guy is aggressive! Bludger deflected by Goyle. Good job, Gregory. Lupin is trying to steal the quaffle but Ron's making good use of his long arms and keeping it away from the Defense teacher."
"Potter is circling high above the pitch. Ron passes to Ginny, stolen by Tonks! She's racing toward Malfoy. She better stop in time or she's in for a foul. Malfoy's ready, she fakes left, he falls for it, she throws it to Lupin! OH NO, Malfoy's out of position. Malfoy races back to his position, but he stops short of a bludger sent by Bill. Lupin scores easily. 20 staff-10 students."
"The seekers are on again. Look at the determination on Potter's face. Yikes, he's being chased by Marston's bludger! Stay ahead, stay ahead, Harry! Potter pulls up and the bludger—what? The bludger squashed the snitch into the ground! Um, is play still in session?"
"Apparently it is! The two Weasley's are trying to throw the quaffle through a hoop, but look at Wulfric fly. Here come Lupin and Tonks to take the quaffle away. The snitch is freed and the chase is on again! Minnie in the lead, Potter has her on reach. Look at that guy stretch. Uh oh, direction change by the snitch. It passes between them, they nearly collide again. Bludger from Marston sends Potter flying off his broom, he hangs on with one hand! Bludger from Goyle misses Wulfric, he blocked the quaffle. Hands it to Tonks. STOP! Hooch blows the whistle."
"Potter has the snitch! Potter kicked the snitch when he was thrown off his broom and caught it with his free hand! Potter caught the snitch! Great game everyone! Score is 20 for the staff and 160 for the students."
Potter held the snitch above his head with a big smile on his face. Even Minnie have him a hug and a congratulatory peck on the cheek before he was surrounded by Gryffindors. Malfoy and his Slytherins stood off with a smirk as they were congratulated Mr. Marston, Mr. Wulfric, and Mr. Bill Weasley.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JKR, various publishers of the HP series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 8 – Pick-up Quidditch (uploaded 12/16/03)
When he got back from his shopping trip in Hogsmeade, Snape went looking for Hermione. He was pleased to find her down in the dungeon laboratory having a discussion with Tonks and Professor Weasley. It was quite a lively discussion which he observed quietly from the doorway for a good five minutes before anyone realized he was there. The little wolf cub was the first to recognize the potions master and bounded toward him, yipping all the way. With his big puppy dog eyes, Remus stood on his hind legs and had his front paws up on Snape's leg, seemingly begging for something. Of course, Snape wouldn't understand what he wanted, so he merely picked Remus up as he made his way toward Hermione's simmering cauldron.
"Tonks, if you don't mind, please stand back against the wall." Snape said dryly.
She let out a huff and proceeded out the door. "I'm telling you, the potion needs a catalyst."
"Have you tried anything yet?" Snape asked, cub tucked into his arm and absentmindedly running his fingers behind Remus's ears.
"I wanted your opinion, Mr. Marston, before we tried anything," said Bill Weasley.
Hermione added, "I've spent the past hour brewing this aging potion. However, I'm reluctant to give it to him because it won't solve his other problem of being stuck as a wolf."
Bill noticed how docile and content Remus was in young Snape's hands, he was on the verge of falling asleep. When Snape saw Bill's smile, he realized what he'd been doing and shoved the little wolf into Bill's lap. Hermione stifled a laugh, but Bill didn't hold back. He held the wolf in a way that would not allow him to fall or jump off his lap.
Snape turned to Hermione, "Miss Granger, may I see your notes?" She handed him the parchments she'd been scratching on. Then she looked up at the clock and removed her cauldron from the heat.
Snape took a seat at the end of the bench. Like a doctor, the silence was interrupted by quiet "uh-huh's" as he read through the parchment. He summoned his own notes and compared them side by side. When he looked up, he said, "Tonks is actually quite brilliant, isn't she?" Granger and Weasley gasped at the compliment. "She's right about the catalyst. And I think that catalyst is—" "Milk," interrupted Tonks as she walked in with a tea tray.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Tonks," Snape said, quite smugly. "Milk would counteract with the aging potion, rendering it useless because of the lactic acid. I believe sugar is the catalyst we are looking for."
"Sugar?" asked Bill. "Can it be as simple as sugar?"
Hermione's eyes widened in comprehension, "Yes, sugar. It will counteract whatever Wolfsbane potion remains in his system without affecting the aging portion of the antidote."
Snape nodded and scribbled some calculations in the corner of Hermione's parchment. "I'm calculating on the conservative side. I'm sure Lupin wouldn't mind if I left him a couple years younger than his 37 years. Besides, within a couple months the complete effects of this transformation will work itself out on its own, according to your notes."
Tonks took a saucer from her tray and handed the sugar container to the blonde Snape. She set down the tray next to Bill and stood behind him. Young Dumbledore then walked through the door and joined Professors Tonks and Weasley in the audience. Snape ladled Hermione's potion onto the saucer, then added four teaspoons of sugar, stirring enough to dissolve most of the sugar. He set it down on the floor, then Bill set Remus down on the floor next to the saucer.
The cub sniffed at the saucer and barked at it. "Oh, go on, ya mutt," Snape growled, "before I pour it down your throat!"
Tonks and Dumbledore hissed at Snape. Remus abandoned the saucer and ran toward Dumbledore with his tail tucked between his legs. "Shhh, it's okay, Remus. It will taste very sweet, just like you like it." Dumbledore's long fingers stroked down the cub's back until it had the confidence to taste the antidote. When he started lapping it up, Dumbledore resumed his position next to Bill and Tonks.
The little wolf licked the saucer clean, then sat back on its haunches unsteadily. It howled as he transformed into a bigger and bigger wolf. Snape and Dumbledore drew their wands, ready for anything. Hermione covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers. The howling got deeper and deeper, louder and louder, then with a familiar crack, it all stopped. Remus was on all fours, reaching for his throat and coughing.
"Stand up, Remus," Dumbledore requested, "Let me have a look at you." Weasley ran over and grabbed Lupin under his armpit to help him up. The thin man who stood before them looked about ten years younger than his starting age. There were no premature wrinkles and only a few scattered grey hairs around his sideburns. He smiled and stretched.
"Thank you, Hermione, thank you, thank you all." Lupin was at once assaulted by a mess of brown curly hair as Hermione ran over to hug him. Seeing Tonks making her way toward the group, Snape quickly bottled the remaining potion and evanesco'd the rest before she reached the werewolf.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he shook Lupin's hand in congratulations. "How are you feeling," Dumbledore asked.
"Actually," Lupin replied, "I feel so full of energy. I'd forgotten how much energy I had in my 20's."
"Actually," Snape looked up from his scratching, "you're physically where you were when you were about 30 years old. You'll age back to normal gradually over the next two or three months."
Lupin slapped his hands together, "Wonderful, I feel like a broom ride. Would anyone care to join me?"
Tonks jumped up, "How about a game of Quidditch? Anyone interested?"
Snape tugged on his chin, "I bet Minnie would jump on the chance. Percival, what position did she play?"
"Seeker. She's quite the speedster, you know." They all made their way out the door, Tonks grabbed Hermione's hand on the way out.
~ ~ ~
As the group arrived at the Quidditch pitch by broomstick, Malfoy and Potter were having another argument. Malfoy was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, and Potter was flanked by Ginny and Ron Weasley. Hermione ran between them, "Stop it! Stop it, all of you!"
As they were distracted by Hermione, the staff on broomsticks surrounded the Hogwarts seventh years. Dumbledore blew a whistle to get everyone's attention. Fortunately, that also caught the attention of the flying instructor, Madam Hooch, who quickly flew over to see what all the fuss was about. Lupin landed next to Potter and gave him a quiet one-arm hug.
Malfoy yelled, "We're practicing here!"
Potter yelled back, "First come, first serve!"
Dumbledore blew the whistle again. "Madam Hooch, if you would be so kind as to referee. We, challenge you lot to a match. Seeing as we are matched evenly at six players per team, I think both teams can survive short of one chaser. Go on, now, decide who's going to play what position."
The students once again fell into a yelling match, only to be stopped by Madam Hooch's whistle. Potter and Malfoy argued over who would be seeker. Meanwhile, the stands were filling up with students as word quickly went around of the challenge. Creevy took the announcer seat.
"On the student's team, we have Harry Potter playing seeker, Draco Malfoy playing keeper, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe will play the beaters positions, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley will play chasers." The Slytherin/Gryffindor team looked up at the announcer stand to see Hermione sitting next to the announcer with a smug smile on her face.
"On the staff team, Minnie Stewart will play seeker, Percival Wulfric will play keeper, Alan Marston and Bill Weasley will play beaters, and Remus Lupin and Tonks will take the chaser positions." The audience responded with a loud roar. "Teams, take your positions!" Everybody landed into position on the ground.
Hooch mounted her broomstick and released the balls from the box they were restrained in, and blew her whistle. "And the match begins!"
"Potter rises to a high stationary position in the middle of the field. Miss Stewart has taken to circling the field slowly in search of the golden snitch. Tonks is the first to the quaffle!"
"She tosses it to Lupin, who circles and tosses it back. Oh! Near miss by a bludger, saved by Marston. Ron Weasley flies circles around Lupin, where's Ginny? Oh! Ginny and Tonks scrap for the quaffle, Ginny almost had it, but—wow, Tonks is a good flier."
"Ten to goal, five, two, whoa! Bludger from Crabbe knocks Ginny off her broom. Hey goon, what team are you on? Saved by Madam Hooch. Tonks throws the quaffle to Lupin, saved by Malfoy."
"Malfoy throws the quaffle to Ron Weasley, who has taken off to the other end of the field! Don't have to tell him twice. He ducks a bludger from Marston but drops the quaffle. Recovered by Bill Weasley, who knocks the quaffle with his bat toward Tonks. Stolen by Ginny!"
"She's racing with Lupin toward the goal. Hey, activity from the seekers, I think Minnie has spotted the snitch. Potter is still hovering, though a bit lower now. Is he daydreaming or does he think it's a fake out? Bludger from Bill Weasley narrowly misses his little sister. Tussle with Lupin for the quaffle, Percival Wulfric comes out away from his goal in anticipation. Bludger from Goyle knocks Lupin out of the running, it's between Ginny and Wulfric. Another bludger from Crabbe bounces off the goal ring and OW! That's gotta hurt, Wulfric knocked off course. SCORE FOR THE STUDENT TEAM! Go Ginny!"
"While the quaffle is put into action, Potter and Minnie now have their eyes on the snitch and are chasing it. Boy, Minnie's fast, she's practically outflying Potter. I'd say she is outflying Potter, as she's on a regular school broom. Lupin is flying down the field with the quaffle. Malfoy is ready. Whoa double bludger from the student team, Lupin dives and recovers inches from the ground. Marston and Bill Weasley, what a beater team. There goes the bludger at Potter as he flies overhead, OOF! Taken in the chest by Ron Weasley. Lupin passes the quaffle to Tonks, who rolls a 720! Score Tonks! That's 10-10, we're dead even."
"Hahaha, the crowd is chanting 'Malfoy is our king,' hey, whose side are you on, anyway? Ow, Hermione, okay, okay. Back to the play. Ginny is taking the quaffle down the field. Ducks a bludger from Marston, IT HITS MINNIE! What team is he on again? Hooch cushions her fall, she's back on the broom. Ooo, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that glare. Potter's lost the snitch.
"Ginny passes to Ron, who ducks a bludger from Bill. Tonks tries to steal the quaffle, no luck. Marston beats the bludger into the quaffle! Recovered by Wulfric! Man, this is an exciting game. Wulfric throws to Remus, who throws to Tonks half way down the pitch. OW! She flies straight into a brick wall, namely Crabbe and Goyle. Hooch catches her, Goyle beats the quaffle to Ron Weasley who takes it down the field."
"Wait, staff team is calling a skinning foul on the student team. Madam Hooch says NO! It was Tonks who ran into the beaters, if anyone gets a foul, it would be Tonks, but it was an honest accident."
"Hey, has anyone seen Potter? Ron takes the quaffle to the goal unchallenged, caught by Wulfric! He throws it to Tonks, Tonks throws over the head of Crabbe, who tries to hit it with his bat. Missed it...don't even know if that's legal. Caught by Lupin, WHOA! Lupin is sent spinning as Potter races across his path to reach the snitch first. There goes Minnie. Who's going to catch it first?"
"Ginny steals the quaffle from Lupin as he recovers control of his broom. Bludger from Marston knocks Ginny in the shoulder, and another one from big brother! That's gonna leave a mark. Successful drop pass to Ron. OY! COLLISION OF THE SEEKERS!"
"Hooch calls a time out while they sort this out. Everyone must hold their positions. It's ok, they're just shaken up. Nobody has the snitch. Resume play."
"Ron races toward the goal. Marston sends a fast bludger at Weasley, sheesh that guy is aggressive! Bludger deflected by Goyle. Good job, Gregory. Lupin is trying to steal the quaffle but Ron's making good use of his long arms and keeping it away from the Defense teacher."
"Potter is circling high above the pitch. Ron passes to Ginny, stolen by Tonks! She's racing toward Malfoy. She better stop in time or she's in for a foul. Malfoy's ready, she fakes left, he falls for it, she throws it to Lupin! OH NO, Malfoy's out of position. Malfoy races back to his position, but he stops short of a bludger sent by Bill. Lupin scores easily. 20 staff-10 students."
"The seekers are on again. Look at the determination on Potter's face. Yikes, he's being chased by Marston's bludger! Stay ahead, stay ahead, Harry! Potter pulls up and the bludger—what? The bludger squashed the snitch into the ground! Um, is play still in session?"
"Apparently it is! The two Weasley's are trying to throw the quaffle through a hoop, but look at Wulfric fly. Here come Lupin and Tonks to take the quaffle away. The snitch is freed and the chase is on again! Minnie in the lead, Potter has her on reach. Look at that guy stretch. Uh oh, direction change by the snitch. It passes between them, they nearly collide again. Bludger from Marston sends Potter flying off his broom, he hangs on with one hand! Bludger from Goyle misses Wulfric, he blocked the quaffle. Hands it to Tonks. STOP! Hooch blows the whistle."
"Potter has the snitch! Potter kicked the snitch when he was thrown off his broom and caught it with his free hand! Potter caught the snitch! Great game everyone! Score is 20 for the staff and 160 for the students."
Potter held the snitch above his head with a big smile on his face. Even Minnie have him a hug and a congratulatory peck on the cheek before he was surrounded by Gryffindors. Malfoy and his Slytherins stood off with a smirk as they were congratulated Mr. Marston, Mr. Wulfric, and Mr. Bill Weasley.