Dedication: to the Red Dragons Order. You'll love this chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: *jumping around like a rabbit* Oh, I love this chapter! Just think. the Slytherin Gryffindor match and that's only the beginning! ENJOY!
Chapter 24: A Flea, a Fly and a Flew-Part1
"Well, good luck tomorrow at the Quiddich match!" Towers said jollily when his group finished the special training.
"To whom?!" Draco asked. "There are people here from all the Houses!"
"All of you and give us a good game. Got it?" the Professor asked.
"Yes, sir!" Draco and Harry replied in the same time.
Harry turned his eyes towards the blond Slytherin and raised an eyebrow. Since when did they talk in the same time? Draco just smirked and shook his head. Weird.
"Well, let's go, we'll be late for dinner and we still have to look through those books!" Hermione said.
"Books?!" Draco asked. "What books?!"
"Hermione" Harry mouthed and he chuckled. Ah, yes, 'Hermione' was the perfect reason behind any studying. Although this one was not quite normal. The four had to check -as Ron had asked "Why for the millionth time, Hermione?!"- some details about the Green Flame Torch. She kept saying that if they were careful enough they would see the signs even in books.
They exited the classroom and went to the Great Hall. Somehow, Harry had managed to get past the fact that Hermione and Ron hadn't told him about their relationship. But that didn't mean he felt any less awkward. Because he did feel awkward.
"So, my dad was quite the noble, but my mom gave me the name I have now" Jane Chase told Draco. "It's quite the tradition: give your name to the kid, even if you are the mother and he or she should have the father's name"
"Really?" Draco asked, curiously. "And since when has this tradition been in your family?"
"God knows. Maybe since the five hundreds?" she replied. "So, we Chases go way back. It's said it all started when one of my ancestors went to find one of the last wise dragons and the dragon led him through all the wonderful places of the world and showed him all the rich there was. And since my ancestor always had to chase after the dragon who told him to keep up if he wanted to know all there is to know, my ancestor was called 'Chase'. King Chase or Rex Chase, that was him! And then he returned to his home and had a family and his wife gave birth to a girl. When she was still young, she went to find the dragon and chased him all around the world to make him tell her the secrets of life. And she too was called Chase. Sonia Chase, that was her name. And then she too had children and grandchildren and heirs of all types who again went to find the dragon and then the White Stag and so our names stuck with us! And we have the tradition of naming our children after us because all of us have always chased after something. Even my mom! She chased after an elf! We keep our name proudly on a silver platter, Malfoy!"
Draco laughed.
"At least you're chasers, but we were named for betraying the royal court in France!" he said and Jane laughed. "But who knows what Potter and Weasley were named after?!"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron said, although playfully. "Thank God we finally made it here, or I'd be driven mad by your babbling"
"Shut up, Weasel King!" Draco said, mock-hurt, entering the Great Hall.
"Shut up, both of you" Harry interfered.
"Shut up, Potty!" Draco replied.
'You know, if you'd just shut up." Hermione started saying but was interrupted by Mark Evans' laugh. "Oh, well."
/*-/*-/*-/*-
March, the beginning of spring. And not only that, but the time of the year when Quiddich matches were held and today, on this wonderful day, there was one special match everybody wanted to see.
"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! The Gryffindor Slytherin Quiddich match!" Orla Quirky, the commentator cried out. "And what a wonderful game it's going to be! Here come the Slytherins!"
She introduced all of them as they circled the pitch in their green robes. Then, she introduced the Gryffindors. Hermione cheered them all as they went around the pitch. Somehow, she had ended up near the teachers, along with Amala and both of them were cheering their heads off, ignorant to Snape's glares and Towers' amused look, and even McGonagall's shock to see two of her best students jumping up and down like maniacs.
"May the best team win!" Towers cheered. "Kick their asses, Gryffindor!"
"Are you saying that the Gryffindor team is better?" Snape asked with a glare.
"Yep" the other replied. "GO GRYFFINDOR!"
"No, they're not" Snape said.
"Come on, Malfoy's good, but the Gryffindors have seven good players!" Towers said.
"But not better than my team"
"Come on, Sev, you know that Gryffindor's better." Towers said and suddenly had to jump out of the way of a hex.
"I said stop calling me Sev!" Snape said, wand in his hand.
"Aw, but why?" the Defence Professor asked.
"Please, calm down" McGonagall said, desperately.
"I'm calm!" Towers said. "It's Batman who has an attitude problem"
"What did you call me?" Snape asked, fuming.
"Batman. You know the Muggle TV series, don't you?" the other asked.
"Calm down!" McGonagall cried, attracting the attention of the whole public around. She coughed embarrassedly. "Ehm, please"
Amala and Hermione, who had only noticed Towers jump around like a maniac shook their heads and went back to the game.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Harry was scouting around for the Snitch which was nowhere to be seen. How fun was that? And Draco also had the same problem. They were zooming around like airplanes, but to no avail. And it was already like this for half an hour! Harry stopped in midair and Draco came next to him.
"Did Hooch even let go of the snitch?" the blond asked. "I haven't seen it since the very beginning"
"Me neither" Harry answered. "That would be funny. No snitch and us flying around."
"Hilarious. But, well, at least I'm flying around like a dragon" Draco said.
"What the-?" Harry asked.
"My name. Draco. Means Dragon. Earth to the full of hair pot maker" the blonde replied in a -duh- tone.
"Very what?!" Harry asked, confused. "I'm not full of hair and."
"Yep. Gryffindors are idiots. Your name. Harry Potter. Hairy potter. Got it?"
"Ah" was all Harry could say.
He scouted all over the field. This would be a loooong game. Veeeery long. And with Draco by his side, it was even 'better'.
"30-0 to Gryffindor!" Orla cried. "And the snitch nowhere in sight. But wait! What's that?"
Harry looked all over the pitch for the golden ball and Draco, but the blond -only 5 meters away- didn't seem to have found anything. Harry took a peak at the chasers. Yep, it was them Orla was talking about them. But, he had an idea. He pretended to see the snitch and dropped down in the Wronsky feint. Draco of course followed, but he didn't fall for the trick.
"Nice try, Harry" Orla said. "Maybe next time? So, back to the Chasers. Wow! What a great block by Ronald Weasley!"
Indeed, Ron had done one of the greatest blocks. He smiled widely towards Harry and returned to his position in front of the hoop in the middle.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Ok, this was starting to become annoying! Where was the snitch?! Not that Harry had anything against flying on a broomstick, but for two hours it was a bit too much! And Draco seemed to be falling asleep on the broomstick.
And then, he saw it! Gold and winged, the tiny snitch was just below him.
"Is that the SNITCH?!" Orla cried.
'Traitor' Harry thought, racing down to it.
"Not this time, Potter!" Draco cried, right behind him.
"And what a race! What a race!!! Come on! Come on! Get it! NOW!"
Harry nearly grabbed it when a Bludger came his way and he had to duck in front of it. Draco followed his lead and managed to get away from the black ball, but in the meantime, the tiny ball was gone.
"NOOO! Who sent that Bludger? Why, it was that traitor of a Slytherin."
Harry looked around for the snitch, and Draco rose up in the air. Where did it go? Aha!
The ball seemed to call him from the middle of the pitch and Draco saw it in nearly the same second. Both of them raced to it and it starting zooming across the field. But this time, this time he'd get it!
"What a speed!" Orla cried. "Go seekers! Chase after the snitch! Get it! Get it!"
Now Harry and Draco raced shoulder by shoulder, the snitch two meters in front of them. one and a half. one. half a meter. Harry could nearly catch it. darn! It went faster again! No matter. Bludger from the left. back to half a meter. No! Draco must not catch up! He shot a foot towards the Slytherin and then went faster after the tiny ball. Nearly there. Nearly there. Yes! HE CAUGHT IT!
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Orla cried.
Harry put a brake on quickly, seeing the approaching audience, but something collapsed in him and both he and the thing went flying into the audience.
"Woops!" Harry cried as he fell off his broom in the arms of Hermione. The thing that had crashed into him, also known as Draco Malfoy, hadn't been so lucky.
"Malfoy, get off me or I'll give you a detention to remember!" the man cried.
"Yes, Professor" Draco replied. "I have bad brakes, sir"
"Come on, Batman, you wouldn't give a detention to your own House, now would you?" Towers asked, approaching Snape with a grin on his face. "Wonderful match! Great catch Harry! But Draco, if you wanted revenge, you should have made sure Harry collided with Severus, not you"
Harry laughed as Ron approached.
"Harry, that would be me dating Hermione, not you" he said with a grin.
"Sorry" Harry replied grinning.
"No problem" she replied. "But you should go back to your team! They're waiting for you"
Harry looked at the people down, pointing at the place where they had crashed and laughing. Yeah, that was his team. He went down the stairs, carrying his broomstick, Draco behind him, looking very displeased.
When he got down, his team jumped at him to congratulate him. What a wonderful feeling it was! He'd won! He'd won!
As he jumped up and down, he started hearing concerned voices.
'What's that?" he heard somebody ask and looked towards where everybody was pointing. A. thing was coming towards them. As it came closer and closer, it separated into other things.
"People! On broomsticks!" Hermione cried and he realized that was indeed it. As they came closer and closer, he recognized Kingsley and Nymphadora.
"Aurors" he muttered and then turned to Ron. "They're Aurors!"
"By gum! You're right!" the other replied. "I wonder what they want"
Everybody made way for the Aurors to land, which they did. They dismounted and the leader of the group said, loud and clear over the silence that now ruled over the pitch:
"Jack Towers, surrender in the name of the Ministry of Magic!"
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Author's Note: Mwahahahaha! I've been waiting to do this ever since I've started this story! And this is only the first part of the chap and the next one will come soon. I just had to put a cliffhanger!
Thanks to: Skillz, babyjayy.
The Red Dragons Order: No, she's not Rowena. That woman's dead and buried, just like the other Founders. But she was mentioned once. But never appeared around.
Other chapters: missknowitall: Yes, well, he didn't go in there in a complete unsafe mode, did he? He was with a teacher and completely safe, so I didn't count that. Besides, I forgot about the part.
Liddrummergirl: Thanks.
Harryp/charmedfreak: Thanks! Well, by the time you get here, you'll already know who Amala is, so.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: *jumping around like a rabbit* Oh, I love this chapter! Just think. the Slytherin Gryffindor match and that's only the beginning! ENJOY!
Chapter 24: A Flea, a Fly and a Flew-Part1
"Well, good luck tomorrow at the Quiddich match!" Towers said jollily when his group finished the special training.
"To whom?!" Draco asked. "There are people here from all the Houses!"
"All of you and give us a good game. Got it?" the Professor asked.
"Yes, sir!" Draco and Harry replied in the same time.
Harry turned his eyes towards the blond Slytherin and raised an eyebrow. Since when did they talk in the same time? Draco just smirked and shook his head. Weird.
"Well, let's go, we'll be late for dinner and we still have to look through those books!" Hermione said.
"Books?!" Draco asked. "What books?!"
"Hermione" Harry mouthed and he chuckled. Ah, yes, 'Hermione' was the perfect reason behind any studying. Although this one was not quite normal. The four had to check -as Ron had asked "Why for the millionth time, Hermione?!"- some details about the Green Flame Torch. She kept saying that if they were careful enough they would see the signs even in books.
They exited the classroom and went to the Great Hall. Somehow, Harry had managed to get past the fact that Hermione and Ron hadn't told him about their relationship. But that didn't mean he felt any less awkward. Because he did feel awkward.
"So, my dad was quite the noble, but my mom gave me the name I have now" Jane Chase told Draco. "It's quite the tradition: give your name to the kid, even if you are the mother and he or she should have the father's name"
"Really?" Draco asked, curiously. "And since when has this tradition been in your family?"
"God knows. Maybe since the five hundreds?" she replied. "So, we Chases go way back. It's said it all started when one of my ancestors went to find one of the last wise dragons and the dragon led him through all the wonderful places of the world and showed him all the rich there was. And since my ancestor always had to chase after the dragon who told him to keep up if he wanted to know all there is to know, my ancestor was called 'Chase'. King Chase or Rex Chase, that was him! And then he returned to his home and had a family and his wife gave birth to a girl. When she was still young, she went to find the dragon and chased him all around the world to make him tell her the secrets of life. And she too was called Chase. Sonia Chase, that was her name. And then she too had children and grandchildren and heirs of all types who again went to find the dragon and then the White Stag and so our names stuck with us! And we have the tradition of naming our children after us because all of us have always chased after something. Even my mom! She chased after an elf! We keep our name proudly on a silver platter, Malfoy!"
Draco laughed.
"At least you're chasers, but we were named for betraying the royal court in France!" he said and Jane laughed. "But who knows what Potter and Weasley were named after?!"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron said, although playfully. "Thank God we finally made it here, or I'd be driven mad by your babbling"
"Shut up, Weasel King!" Draco said, mock-hurt, entering the Great Hall.
"Shut up, both of you" Harry interfered.
"Shut up, Potty!" Draco replied.
'You know, if you'd just shut up." Hermione started saying but was interrupted by Mark Evans' laugh. "Oh, well."
/*-/*-/*-/*-
March, the beginning of spring. And not only that, but the time of the year when Quiddich matches were held and today, on this wonderful day, there was one special match everybody wanted to see.
"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! The Gryffindor Slytherin Quiddich match!" Orla Quirky, the commentator cried out. "And what a wonderful game it's going to be! Here come the Slytherins!"
She introduced all of them as they circled the pitch in their green robes. Then, she introduced the Gryffindors. Hermione cheered them all as they went around the pitch. Somehow, she had ended up near the teachers, along with Amala and both of them were cheering their heads off, ignorant to Snape's glares and Towers' amused look, and even McGonagall's shock to see two of her best students jumping up and down like maniacs.
"May the best team win!" Towers cheered. "Kick their asses, Gryffindor!"
"Are you saying that the Gryffindor team is better?" Snape asked with a glare.
"Yep" the other replied. "GO GRYFFINDOR!"
"No, they're not" Snape said.
"Come on, Malfoy's good, but the Gryffindors have seven good players!" Towers said.
"But not better than my team"
"Come on, Sev, you know that Gryffindor's better." Towers said and suddenly had to jump out of the way of a hex.
"I said stop calling me Sev!" Snape said, wand in his hand.
"Aw, but why?" the Defence Professor asked.
"Please, calm down" McGonagall said, desperately.
"I'm calm!" Towers said. "It's Batman who has an attitude problem"
"What did you call me?" Snape asked, fuming.
"Batman. You know the Muggle TV series, don't you?" the other asked.
"Calm down!" McGonagall cried, attracting the attention of the whole public around. She coughed embarrassedly. "Ehm, please"
Amala and Hermione, who had only noticed Towers jump around like a maniac shook their heads and went back to the game.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Harry was scouting around for the Snitch which was nowhere to be seen. How fun was that? And Draco also had the same problem. They were zooming around like airplanes, but to no avail. And it was already like this for half an hour! Harry stopped in midair and Draco came next to him.
"Did Hooch even let go of the snitch?" the blond asked. "I haven't seen it since the very beginning"
"Me neither" Harry answered. "That would be funny. No snitch and us flying around."
"Hilarious. But, well, at least I'm flying around like a dragon" Draco said.
"What the-?" Harry asked.
"My name. Draco. Means Dragon. Earth to the full of hair pot maker" the blonde replied in a -duh- tone.
"Very what?!" Harry asked, confused. "I'm not full of hair and."
"Yep. Gryffindors are idiots. Your name. Harry Potter. Hairy potter. Got it?"
"Ah" was all Harry could say.
He scouted all over the field. This would be a loooong game. Veeeery long. And with Draco by his side, it was even 'better'.
"30-0 to Gryffindor!" Orla cried. "And the snitch nowhere in sight. But wait! What's that?"
Harry looked all over the pitch for the golden ball and Draco, but the blond -only 5 meters away- didn't seem to have found anything. Harry took a peak at the chasers. Yep, it was them Orla was talking about them. But, he had an idea. He pretended to see the snitch and dropped down in the Wronsky feint. Draco of course followed, but he didn't fall for the trick.
"Nice try, Harry" Orla said. "Maybe next time? So, back to the Chasers. Wow! What a great block by Ronald Weasley!"
Indeed, Ron had done one of the greatest blocks. He smiled widely towards Harry and returned to his position in front of the hoop in the middle.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Ok, this was starting to become annoying! Where was the snitch?! Not that Harry had anything against flying on a broomstick, but for two hours it was a bit too much! And Draco seemed to be falling asleep on the broomstick.
And then, he saw it! Gold and winged, the tiny snitch was just below him.
"Is that the SNITCH?!" Orla cried.
'Traitor' Harry thought, racing down to it.
"Not this time, Potter!" Draco cried, right behind him.
"And what a race! What a race!!! Come on! Come on! Get it! NOW!"
Harry nearly grabbed it when a Bludger came his way and he had to duck in front of it. Draco followed his lead and managed to get away from the black ball, but in the meantime, the tiny ball was gone.
"NOOO! Who sent that Bludger? Why, it was that traitor of a Slytherin."
Harry looked around for the snitch, and Draco rose up in the air. Where did it go? Aha!
The ball seemed to call him from the middle of the pitch and Draco saw it in nearly the same second. Both of them raced to it and it starting zooming across the field. But this time, this time he'd get it!
"What a speed!" Orla cried. "Go seekers! Chase after the snitch! Get it! Get it!"
Now Harry and Draco raced shoulder by shoulder, the snitch two meters in front of them. one and a half. one. half a meter. Harry could nearly catch it. darn! It went faster again! No matter. Bludger from the left. back to half a meter. No! Draco must not catch up! He shot a foot towards the Slytherin and then went faster after the tiny ball. Nearly there. Nearly there. Yes! HE CAUGHT IT!
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Orla cried.
Harry put a brake on quickly, seeing the approaching audience, but something collapsed in him and both he and the thing went flying into the audience.
"Woops!" Harry cried as he fell off his broom in the arms of Hermione. The thing that had crashed into him, also known as Draco Malfoy, hadn't been so lucky.
"Malfoy, get off me or I'll give you a detention to remember!" the man cried.
"Yes, Professor" Draco replied. "I have bad brakes, sir"
"Come on, Batman, you wouldn't give a detention to your own House, now would you?" Towers asked, approaching Snape with a grin on his face. "Wonderful match! Great catch Harry! But Draco, if you wanted revenge, you should have made sure Harry collided with Severus, not you"
Harry laughed as Ron approached.
"Harry, that would be me dating Hermione, not you" he said with a grin.
"Sorry" Harry replied grinning.
"No problem" she replied. "But you should go back to your team! They're waiting for you"
Harry looked at the people down, pointing at the place where they had crashed and laughing. Yeah, that was his team. He went down the stairs, carrying his broomstick, Draco behind him, looking very displeased.
When he got down, his team jumped at him to congratulate him. What a wonderful feeling it was! He'd won! He'd won!
As he jumped up and down, he started hearing concerned voices.
'What's that?" he heard somebody ask and looked towards where everybody was pointing. A. thing was coming towards them. As it came closer and closer, it separated into other things.
"People! On broomsticks!" Hermione cried and he realized that was indeed it. As they came closer and closer, he recognized Kingsley and Nymphadora.
"Aurors" he muttered and then turned to Ron. "They're Aurors!"
"By gum! You're right!" the other replied. "I wonder what they want"
Everybody made way for the Aurors to land, which they did. They dismounted and the leader of the group said, loud and clear over the silence that now ruled over the pitch:
"Jack Towers, surrender in the name of the Ministry of Magic!"
/*-/*-/*-/*-
Author's Note: Mwahahahaha! I've been waiting to do this ever since I've started this story! And this is only the first part of the chap and the next one will come soon. I just had to put a cliffhanger!
Thanks to: Skillz, babyjayy.
The Red Dragons Order: No, she's not Rowena. That woman's dead and buried, just like the other Founders. But she was mentioned once. But never appeared around.
Other chapters: missknowitall: Yes, well, he didn't go in there in a complete unsafe mode, did he? He was with a teacher and completely safe, so I didn't count that. Besides, I forgot about the part.
Liddrummergirl: Thanks.
Harryp/charmedfreak: Thanks! Well, by the time you get here, you'll already know who Amala is, so.