Return of the Marauders: Disaster after disaster
He woke up and saw his friends staring at him. He realized he looked stupid but he didn't care. Without saying anything, he rushed to the kitchen to tell his father what happened but in the kitchen there was someone he didn't expect to see:
"Happy birthday, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley "I personally came to give you your present"
"Um, Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry to interrupt but I have something to say to you."
„Speak up, dear!"
"I'm afraid something happened to Fred and George. I'm afraid they're dead."
On Mrs. Weasley's face appeared a note of worry.
"What do you mean they're dead? H... How do you know?"
"I was Voldemort again, he was surrounded with Death Eaters and on the floor were Fred and George."
"Let's go!" said James and one minute later Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and James were at the twins house.
On the floor were indeed, the bodies of Fred and George. Mrs. Weasley made a scream and fainted at the floor.
"Molly, Molly, snap out of it! Come on!" said James.
"What's this screaming about? Can't a ghost have some privacy?"
Harry turned around and saw the twins floating into the room.
"What's up, Harry? You look as if you saw a ghost." Said Fred.
"He does. Actually two. And by the look of it, there's another ghost in the room and this one has skin. Cheers James!" Said George.
"You must be the Weasley twins" Said James.
"In flesh and blood. Well, actually, we were a day ago. We were more colorful you know." Said George
"Yeah, now we look like were dressed to go to a funeral. Our funeral. Now I know why ghosts have a grey color. It will be a shame to go with rainbows when your body is buried." Said Fred
"Not to mention you are more disguised at night!"
"You should have looked in Voldy's face when we spook him."
"That's the first time you said his name." remembered Harry.
"Well, since now were dead..."
"...And Voldy isn't a threat to us..."
"...We thought..."
"... A little chaos in his life is well deserved."
"After all, he did kill us."
"And a bunch of wizards but from the look of it, he didn't succeed very much. By the way, weren't you dead James"
"As you can see, I'm alive and well."
"Really? I wish I could say the same words."
"Mom is going to kill you if she sees you." Said Ron.
"Kill us? You got to be joking. In case you got a new form of blindness, we're already dead."
"What... what's happening... where am I?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Forget what I said, Fred let's run before mom finds a way to kill us again!"
"Oh, hy George. GEORGE!"
"Hy, mom. MOM!
"Don't get smart with me and come on down. I should kill you!"
"Yeah, Ronny mentioned something about it but you're too late. Uncle Voldy was here before you."
"We just love to chat but we have more important things to do."
"Like bothering Snape."
"You will go now where. You can get killed."
"I don't know why but I feel that we're more transparent than we thought we were."
"There are spells that could make you disappear forever. As long as I'm your mother, no such rubbish will be aloud."
"Fred, who invented the expression: till death will bring us apart, wasn't thinking of our mother."
"I agree with Molly. You should first learn to dodge spells. I know just the right person to do that." Said James
"Really? Who?"
"Peeves."
"PEEVES! He wouldn't listen to us even is we would make a pact with the Bloody Baron."
"Let's just say Peeves owes me his life."
"That's not very much is it? He is dead you know."
"I thought Peeves every thing he knows. He will be glad to help you."
"You thought Peeves! So the Half Blood Princes was nothing before you came. I can't wait to go to Hogwarts! Harry, I forgot to tell you happy birthday. Because of some... hm ... unexpected things we can't go to the quidditch match. Great Britain vs. Romania. They changed to quidditch kepper with none other than Oliver Wood. We don't need to tickets so I guess you can have them. They are four tickets so I guess you'll take Ron, Hermione and your father." Said George
"I already have my own ticket."
"Good! Then you can take Ginny" said Fred and winked.
"But he likes me." Said Hermione.
"What?" asked Molly, James, Fred and George at the same time.
"Um... I said Ginny's like me. So Harry doesn't like her. Right?"
"Sure!" said Harry.
"Of course." Said Ron.
"That's what I said." Said Hermione
"What do you think she said?" Asked Harry.
"For a minute I thought... never mind. Let's go." Said James.
"We still have an extra ticket."
"Give it to Ginny. Just because you give her a ticket doesn't mean you love her."
The quidditch stadium was just like the last time Harry went there. This time Harry wasn't in the superior lounge. The view was much more clouded from there but with a declouding spell (Clerus!) made by Hermione (of course!), Harry could see what's happening around him.
"Hey, where's dad?" asked Harry.
"Who?" asked Ginny that finally went to the game.
"Long story." Said Harry.
"His father is alive because of the Philosopher Stone." Said Ron.
"Ok, so it's a short story. Meanwhile I still can't find him." Said Harry
"He said we will surely see him at the game. Oh, look, it's starting!" said Hermione.
"Sonorus! Welcome to the 423 quidditch championship. Today the teams are Great Britain and Romania. Because of the even that happened at the last championship this year there aren't any mascots so let's get to the end and present the teams. From the Romania team with red, yellow and blue costumes we have: Naumencu... Andone... Dobre... Stoian... Petrov... Maxim and... Simionov. They are a very good team but let's see if they beat the new Britain team made by: Wood... Johnson... Spinet... Bell... Baggins... Baggins... and the new surprise for today... you know him, you love him, you even cried at his funeral; give a warm welcome to... JAMES POTTER!"
Half of the people got up cheering while the other half started to whisper. Even the Romanians participated at the greet. It looked like his fame went even to Romania.
"What is he doing? The Daily Prophet is going to be all over us by tomorrow." said Harry.
"Let the game begin! The quaffle is at Andone... Dobre... Stoian... Andone... ow! The bludger hit Petrov in the ear just when he wanted to score. Unfourtanatly... I mean fourtanatly he is Ok. Bell takes the quaffle and passes it to Spinet who SCORES! 10-0 to Britain and the quaffle is back at Dobre. With a spin he ditches a bludger and scores!" Harry could notice a disappointment tone in his voice. "The score is equal. Johnson passes the quaffle to Alicia Spinet and she prepares to ... What the bloody hell happened?" Happy looked at Alicia falling down with an enormous speed. It seemed that Petrov 'accidentally' hit her with the bat on the head." The bloody murderers! They should give his life sentence to Azkaban!"
"Lee, will you finish with the comments? She wasn't killed!" said Fudge.
"Right, prim-minister! But is it wasn't for the referee she would have! Back to the game! Bell performs the penalties. The score is now 50-10 for Britain! Let's just hope James caches the snitch soon!"
Harry remembered that his father was playing. James was searching the sky for the snitch as well as Simionov. The weather was indeed cloudy so nobody could see a tiny boll that flies making it more impossible to see. The score was now 100-50 to Romania. Without a chaser, even if the best two players in the world would have played they still couldn't have a chance to win. Now it was 140-50. That dammed Petrov! It's only his fault! 170-50, 180-50, 190-50, 200-50! "Dad what are you doing?" whispered Harry. Suddenly without a warning, James was diving in the air. The snitch was near the ground, 20 feet from him! As he almost caught the snitch, it disappeared. For a moment everyone thought that James caught it but an open hand with nothing in it made it clear it wasn't in his hand. He went to the Baggins brothers and whispered something that made the smile. The score was 220-60. After they talked, the Baggins brothers made a wonderful job and ten minutes later, with a quaffle entering the Romanian goal post, the score was 250-110. Now if he only catches the snitch the Britain quidditch team wins! But James wasn't interested in finding the snitch as much as Simionov. Since that incident, he was more active not letting the Romanians score either by blocking their path or by giving tips to the players. When Katie scored the 11 goal for Britain, James took from his pants a tiny gold boll. It was the snitch! It seemed that when the dived, he caught it in his wardrobe and when the watchers were watching the game, he hid it. The Q.U.A.B.B.L.E. members took the snitch for analysis. The members confirmed that was the snitch. The national British quidditch team won! It seemed that nothing could disturb the joy!
"So Potter, how does it feel to have your father back? I know he is a stupid git but I guess you're proud of his. Tell me, did you cry like a baby when you found him or did you fainted for the million time? No, wait, you kissed his feet didn't you Potter?"
Behind Harry was Draco surrounded by his two gorillas: Crabbe and Goyle.
"No Draco, I didn't fait or cried. We celebrated by making jokes about you and your father. And if you want to know, I didn't kiss his feet because it remained me of your face." Finished Harry and everybody laugh.
"You'll pay for that Potter! You insulted my life and I value it."
"Really? Are ten cnutes enough?"
"You miserable..."
"Continue Malfoy. What, bludger got your tongue? I'm a miserable what?"
Draco started to laugh at the same time as Crabbe and Goyle.
"He's bloody crazy, that's what he is." Said Ron.
"I don't think so, when You-Know-Who was in my head, I could hear his thoughts." Said Ginny.
"He doesn't need a body. He's got one already, even if it is ugly." Said Hermione "What do you think Harry? Harry! Where did he go?"
Harry left to have a better look of what happening. He too felt the joy of Voldemort and with seconds passing he felt the pain grow. That only means that he's coming.
"Who's crying?"
"Who's yelling?"
"Who's dieing?"
These questions followed Harry too the exit. He spotted hundreds of Dementors coming and then yells sounded in the tribunes. Death Eaters were coming from nowhere and in the middle of the quidditch stadium a man with a pale face, red eyes and an angry face was pointing to him. People everywhere were screaming and fighting, Dementors were fifty meters far, Voldemort was shooting green light from his want, people were falling dead both Death Eaters and innocents.
"WE'RE BEING ATTACKED!" yelled Lee just when he was fainting.
TO BE CONTINUED...
That sucks! The next chapter will be a battle. There will be also some humor. Review please!