Chapter 20
Gryffindor vs. Rawenclaw
The Friday of the next Quidditch match came quickly enough. After lesson for the day were done, both Quidditch teams had nearly five hours in order to relax before they were to head down to the stadium to suit up.
When the appointed hour had arrived, Harry led his team down to the stadium and into their own locker room. After the team had dressed, they assembled in open area before the door to the hallway. Harry began by telling his team about the Ravenclaw squad.
"Right then, listen up," he said. "After Cho Chang graduated from Hogwarts last year, they've gotten themselves a new Seeker, some second year bloke. From what I've heard and seen of him, he doesn´t have much experience, but we still need to be careful about him."
"Their Keeper's name is Didrick Didly---c'mon, don't laugh!---and he's a fifth year. He's good, mind you, but he doesn´t stand a chance against our Chasers here," Harry said and smiled proudly at Kitty, Hermione and Ginny, who beamed back at their Captain.
"The Ravenclaw's best Chaser would be Patrick Heech. He's their Captain, and he's a top-notch Chaser, on anyone's team," Harry told them, then looked pointedly at both his Beaters. "Ron and Dean...belt every free Bludger you can his way, all right?" Ron and Dean nodded eagerly. "Erek, you know the drill, mate...watch out for any Quaffles coming your way," Harry told his Keeper, giving him a thumbs-up. Any further intelligence was disrupted as they all heard the thunder of applause. Harry, who was suddenly seized with a case of butterflies in his stomach--- ended the team meeting by saying, "Good luck, Gryffindors. So, let's get out there and win this match!"
The Gryffindor squad cheered their Captain as he led them out on to the field, where they were met by rigorous applause from the both the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. Ravenclaw cheered for their own team of course, waving banners of blue. While the Slytherins...well, they were Slytherin now, weren't they?
Harry listened over the cheering to hear Amelia had already began commentating on the match. "...and here's the Gryffindor team: Captain and Seeker Harry Potter---the youngest Seeker to play on Gryffindor in a century. Chasers Hermione Granger, Kitty Petro and Ginny Weasley, the best this team have fielded in quite some time and that's saying a bit. Playing Beaters are Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas, two of the best at it in the whole school. And last, but never least, is Erek King, the Keeper that hasn't let a Quaffle by in either practice or a match!"
Then Amelia began introducing the Ravenclaw team, while Harry took the time to survey the field conditions and the weather, both of which were ideal.
Madam Hooch appeared, goggles already down, bearing the equipment case. "Captains, shake hands," she instructed, as she worked at the straps holding the case closed.
Harry and Patrick Heech eyed one another, then approaced,holding out a hand to each other. "Good luck, Captain," Harry said.
"Thanks. You too," Patrick replied. "I think we're really going to need it."
"Teams! Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch bellowed over the crowd. Harry mounted his Firebolt, rising rapidly into the air, only to jump when he finally heard the whistle.
Amelia didn't miss a beat and she started with a rush. "And...they're off! Gryffindor takes the Quaffle. Gryffindor chaser Petro takes the quaffle, sends it to Weasley, over to Granger, then back to Petro. Petro manuevers toward the Ravenclaw goals and...oh! There, she's taken a Bludger to the back of the head! That´s got to smart! But back to the action!"
Amelia's eyes bulged and she wore a perpetual smile as she continued. "Ravenclaw Captain Heech fields the Quaffle, and sends it along to Longs, and back to Heech. Heech shoots! Ah, but King makes a neat save and sends it off to Granger once more..."
It was turning out to be a fast-paced, action-packed match. Everything seemed to be going by very fast and furious. A groan finally sounded from the Gryffindors as suddenly Patrick Heech managed to throw a fake, then shoot past Erek to score, making it ten to nothing, Ravenclaw.
The Ravenclaws were playing their hearts out, and Harry's team---good as they were---were hard pressed to fend them off. Harry was just hooting joyfully as Ron successfully belted his Bludger to almost unseat Heech from his broom, when Harry saw it. The Golden Snitch!
The snitch was whiking by the flag poles where the teacher staff normally sat. Harry grinned, laid himself flat atop his Firebolt and dove at his best possible speed. That grin only went wider when he saw the new Ravenclaw Seeker, Anin, wheel around and start to chase him.
While Harry dove in pursuit of the elusive Snitch, Hermione finally managed to score a goal, making it a ten all game.
Amelia's quick hawk-like eyes spotted Harry's spectacular dive, and began commentating once again. "Anin's after Potter, as he chases down the Snitch! Gryffindor's Thomas belts a Bludger against Anin...ooh, and it's got him good! Potter now has an uncontested shot at the Snitch! And...there! He's done it again, he got it! GRYFFINDOR WINS 160 – 10!" The Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs went wild, cheering at the top of their voices.
Amelia, breathing hard, managed to send off with, "This is Amelia Hooch saying...good match, good job, and good Quidditch!"
Harry quickly landed, and was immediately hugged by an ecstatic Hermione and Ron. He grinned and laughed as he felt four others thump into him, as Kitty, Dean, Ginny and Erek congratulated him as well. "Hey! Hey, what about our motto, Team?" Harry asked, when he finally managed to wrangle his way free.
Everyone took our their wands, murmured "Sonorus", and boomed out, "Lions, Lions, One Two Three. We will win, wait and see!"
The crowd---with the exception of the Slytherins, who were making their way out of the stadium already---cheered madly, and that became even louder when Harry morphed himself into his lion form, and roared, which reverberated about the stadium.
Just as last time, the Gryffindor supporter rushed down on to the field, this time with many a Hufflepuff beside them, and insisted on carrying the team on their shoulders back to the castle. The Gryffindor team was undefeated, and well on its way to winning the Quidditch Cup!
Gryffindor vs. Rawenclaw
The Friday of the next Quidditch match came quickly enough. After lesson for the day were done, both Quidditch teams had nearly five hours in order to relax before they were to head down to the stadium to suit up.
When the appointed hour had arrived, Harry led his team down to the stadium and into their own locker room. After the team had dressed, they assembled in open area before the door to the hallway. Harry began by telling his team about the Ravenclaw squad.
"Right then, listen up," he said. "After Cho Chang graduated from Hogwarts last year, they've gotten themselves a new Seeker, some second year bloke. From what I've heard and seen of him, he doesn´t have much experience, but we still need to be careful about him."
"Their Keeper's name is Didrick Didly---c'mon, don't laugh!---and he's a fifth year. He's good, mind you, but he doesn´t stand a chance against our Chasers here," Harry said and smiled proudly at Kitty, Hermione and Ginny, who beamed back at their Captain.
"The Ravenclaw's best Chaser would be Patrick Heech. He's their Captain, and he's a top-notch Chaser, on anyone's team," Harry told them, then looked pointedly at both his Beaters. "Ron and Dean...belt every free Bludger you can his way, all right?" Ron and Dean nodded eagerly. "Erek, you know the drill, mate...watch out for any Quaffles coming your way," Harry told his Keeper, giving him a thumbs-up. Any further intelligence was disrupted as they all heard the thunder of applause. Harry, who was suddenly seized with a case of butterflies in his stomach--- ended the team meeting by saying, "Good luck, Gryffindors. So, let's get out there and win this match!"
The Gryffindor squad cheered their Captain as he led them out on to the field, where they were met by rigorous applause from the both the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. Ravenclaw cheered for their own team of course, waving banners of blue. While the Slytherins...well, they were Slytherin now, weren't they?
Harry listened over the cheering to hear Amelia had already began commentating on the match. "...and here's the Gryffindor team: Captain and Seeker Harry Potter---the youngest Seeker to play on Gryffindor in a century. Chasers Hermione Granger, Kitty Petro and Ginny Weasley, the best this team have fielded in quite some time and that's saying a bit. Playing Beaters are Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas, two of the best at it in the whole school. And last, but never least, is Erek King, the Keeper that hasn't let a Quaffle by in either practice or a match!"
Then Amelia began introducing the Ravenclaw team, while Harry took the time to survey the field conditions and the weather, both of which were ideal.
Madam Hooch appeared, goggles already down, bearing the equipment case. "Captains, shake hands," she instructed, as she worked at the straps holding the case closed.
Harry and Patrick Heech eyed one another, then approaced,holding out a hand to each other. "Good luck, Captain," Harry said.
"Thanks. You too," Patrick replied. "I think we're really going to need it."
"Teams! Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch bellowed over the crowd. Harry mounted his Firebolt, rising rapidly into the air, only to jump when he finally heard the whistle.
Amelia didn't miss a beat and she started with a rush. "And...they're off! Gryffindor takes the Quaffle. Gryffindor chaser Petro takes the quaffle, sends it to Weasley, over to Granger, then back to Petro. Petro manuevers toward the Ravenclaw goals and...oh! There, she's taken a Bludger to the back of the head! That´s got to smart! But back to the action!"
Amelia's eyes bulged and she wore a perpetual smile as she continued. "Ravenclaw Captain Heech fields the Quaffle, and sends it along to Longs, and back to Heech. Heech shoots! Ah, but King makes a neat save and sends it off to Granger once more..."
It was turning out to be a fast-paced, action-packed match. Everything seemed to be going by very fast and furious. A groan finally sounded from the Gryffindors as suddenly Patrick Heech managed to throw a fake, then shoot past Erek to score, making it ten to nothing, Ravenclaw.
The Ravenclaws were playing their hearts out, and Harry's team---good as they were---were hard pressed to fend them off. Harry was just hooting joyfully as Ron successfully belted his Bludger to almost unseat Heech from his broom, when Harry saw it. The Golden Snitch!
The snitch was whiking by the flag poles where the teacher staff normally sat. Harry grinned, laid himself flat atop his Firebolt and dove at his best possible speed. That grin only went wider when he saw the new Ravenclaw Seeker, Anin, wheel around and start to chase him.
While Harry dove in pursuit of the elusive Snitch, Hermione finally managed to score a goal, making it a ten all game.
Amelia's quick hawk-like eyes spotted Harry's spectacular dive, and began commentating once again. "Anin's after Potter, as he chases down the Snitch! Gryffindor's Thomas belts a Bludger against Anin...ooh, and it's got him good! Potter now has an uncontested shot at the Snitch! And...there! He's done it again, he got it! GRYFFINDOR WINS 160 – 10!" The Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs went wild, cheering at the top of their voices.
Amelia, breathing hard, managed to send off with, "This is Amelia Hooch saying...good match, good job, and good Quidditch!"
Harry quickly landed, and was immediately hugged by an ecstatic Hermione and Ron. He grinned and laughed as he felt four others thump into him, as Kitty, Dean, Ginny and Erek congratulated him as well. "Hey! Hey, what about our motto, Team?" Harry asked, when he finally managed to wrangle his way free.
Everyone took our their wands, murmured "Sonorus", and boomed out, "Lions, Lions, One Two Three. We will win, wait and see!"
The crowd---with the exception of the Slytherins, who were making their way out of the stadium already---cheered madly, and that became even louder when Harry morphed himself into his lion form, and roared, which reverberated about the stadium.
Just as last time, the Gryffindor supporter rushed down on to the field, this time with many a Hufflepuff beside them, and insisted on carrying the team on their shoulders back to the castle. The Gryffindor team was undefeated, and well on its way to winning the Quidditch Cup!