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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Pothead.
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The weeks were passing by quickly for Harry. His next quidditch game would be the day before Christmas break. Play practice was great, and the plays were going to be shown New Year's Day at night. After the plays, there was going to be a huge ball.
Harry wasn't looking forward to the ball.
But that was a while's away.
The day of the quidditch match, it was very cold, with snow covering the fields. Hermione put charms on Harry and Nick so they wouldn't freeze. She also tried to put a charm on Ron, but Ron always seemed embarrassed around her.
Harry and the team went on the field. The other team, Camp Wandworks, was already out there in their bright red robes. Ron and Cho started shouting out the names of the teams, but Harry was too cold to hear. The charm Hermione put him wasn't working that well.
"... AAAAAND SEAGLE!" shouted Cho.
Harry flew to the opposite side of Katie Seagle, Camp Wandworks seeker. She looked extremely competitive, and Harry noticed that she had a Firebolt like him.
"Are you freezing?" asked Harry.
"If I wasn't, I'd be crazy," shivered Katie.
"Yeah."
The quidditch match started.
It was horrible, downright horrible.
Whenever one of the chasers caught the ball, it would sting because it was so cold. If a bludger hit you, it would hurt much more than usual. Harry's face was white except for his nose and cheeks, which were bright red. He looked like Rudolph-the-red-nosed reindeer all over again.
5 minutes into the game, Harry was feeling like he had been out on the pitch for a lifetime. He was freezing and hated himself for even coming out here. Then, thank the lord, he spotted the snitch. Katie did as well, unfortunately. The both sped to the snitch. Harry couldn't feel his fingers, or any part of his body. This slowed him down...
He put his hand out...
But Katie grabbed it first. Harry groaned...
Harry suddenly felt colder. A sudden burst of icy wind filled the quidditch pitch. The day started to darken, and Harry couldn't see anything. He heard screaming from the crowd, and Ron shouting something over the microphone.
"DEMENTORS!" shouted Ron loudly, and Harry stopped in horror.
Harry didn't know where he was. For all he knew, he might not even be on the quidditch pitch anymore. All he knew was his thoughts were suddenly thrown towards a man, who was dying, Sirius. Harry kept on having flashes of memory on Sirius, his parents, Cedric...
His happy thoughts were leaving...
Harry felt someone closing in on him. Icy shivers went down his spine.
"Expecto Patronum," whispered Harry pitifully, as he felt icy breath.
Harry tried to think happy thoughts. Sirius dying... NO HAPPY THOUGHTS, thought Harry. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts...
His parents. That was a happy thought.
"Expecto Patronum!" said Harry, though only a thin wisp of silver vapor went from his wand. Not near enough to repel the dementors.
His friends. That was a happy thought.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
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HAHA! I'll leave you at this cliffhanger, HAHA!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Pothead.
; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; ' ; '
The weeks were passing by quickly for Harry. His next quidditch game would be the day before Christmas break. Play practice was great, and the plays were going to be shown New Year's Day at night. After the plays, there was going to be a huge ball.
Harry wasn't looking forward to the ball.
But that was a while's away.
The day of the quidditch match, it was very cold, with snow covering the fields. Hermione put charms on Harry and Nick so they wouldn't freeze. She also tried to put a charm on Ron, but Ron always seemed embarrassed around her.
Harry and the team went on the field. The other team, Camp Wandworks, was already out there in their bright red robes. Ron and Cho started shouting out the names of the teams, but Harry was too cold to hear. The charm Hermione put him wasn't working that well.
"... AAAAAND SEAGLE!" shouted Cho.
Harry flew to the opposite side of Katie Seagle, Camp Wandworks seeker. She looked extremely competitive, and Harry noticed that she had a Firebolt like him.
"Are you freezing?" asked Harry.
"If I wasn't, I'd be crazy," shivered Katie.
"Yeah."
The quidditch match started.
It was horrible, downright horrible.
Whenever one of the chasers caught the ball, it would sting because it was so cold. If a bludger hit you, it would hurt much more than usual. Harry's face was white except for his nose and cheeks, which were bright red. He looked like Rudolph-the-red-nosed reindeer all over again.
5 minutes into the game, Harry was feeling like he had been out on the pitch for a lifetime. He was freezing and hated himself for even coming out here. Then, thank the lord, he spotted the snitch. Katie did as well, unfortunately. The both sped to the snitch. Harry couldn't feel his fingers, or any part of his body. This slowed him down...
He put his hand out...
But Katie grabbed it first. Harry groaned...
Harry suddenly felt colder. A sudden burst of icy wind filled the quidditch pitch. The day started to darken, and Harry couldn't see anything. He heard screaming from the crowd, and Ron shouting something over the microphone.
"DEMENTORS!" shouted Ron loudly, and Harry stopped in horror.
Harry didn't know where he was. For all he knew, he might not even be on the quidditch pitch anymore. All he knew was his thoughts were suddenly thrown towards a man, who was dying, Sirius. Harry kept on having flashes of memory on Sirius, his parents, Cedric...
His happy thoughts were leaving...
Harry felt someone closing in on him. Icy shivers went down his spine.
"Expecto Patronum," whispered Harry pitifully, as he felt icy breath.
Harry tried to think happy thoughts. Sirius dying... NO HAPPY THOUGHTS, thought Harry. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts...
His parents. That was a happy thought.
"Expecto Patronum!" said Harry, though only a thin wisp of silver vapor went from his wand. Not near enough to repel the dementors.
His friends. That was a happy thought.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
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HAHA! I'll leave you at this cliffhanger, HAHA!