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Ron was still trying to cope with the loss of his rat. He was deeply depressed. He and Hermione had had a row, and he had gone back to ignoring Hermione again. Harry was just going with the evidence, and had ended up having Hermione round on him, and refuse to speak to them.
"Come on, Ron, you've always said how boring Scabbers was. He's been off-color for ages; he was bound to die soon anyway. This way he probably didn't even feel a thing," Fred said one night in the common room where Ron was moping on a couch holding his bottle of rat tonic.
"FRED!" I said indignantly, sitting down next to Ron and putting my arm around him.
"You said yourself all he did was eat and sleep, anyway," George said sitting down across from Ron.
"He bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. He sighed.
"Yeah, he did," Harry said, sitting on Ron's other side.
"Truly his finest hour!" Fred stated. He was trying very hard not to laugh. "The scar on Goyle's finger will be a lasting tribute to Scabber's memory. He will not easily be forgotten."
Then, seeing Ron still miserable, George said, "Ron! Come off it! Go down to Hogsmeade and get yourself another rat!"
"Ron, he was a very old rat. He was Percy's, and then yours. He was going to die sometime!" I said, smoothing his fiery hair. This was something he absolutely hated, but he was so depressed he let me.
"Ron, why don't you come along to the next quidditch practice, and you can take a ride on the firebolt!" Harry offered.
Ron cheered up a little. "Awesome! Can I try to shoot some goals?"
"Sure," Harry said, glad he had cheered up a bit.
"They're off! The big excitement of this match is the Firebolt Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor! According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt is the choice broom for professional Quidditch teams -" Lee Jordan's commentary was cut off by Professor McGonagall.
"Jordan! Would you find it so difficult to tell us what's going on in the match right now?"
I giggled, I was sitting behind Lee and hearing everything professor McGonagall said, when if sitting elsewhere, you couldn't.
"Sorry, Professor- I'm just giving a little of background - the Firebolt also has a built in brake -"
"Jordan!"
"Fine... Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal..."
I watched Harry flying around looking for the snitch. That Cho Chang was tailing him. Fred had told me that she was only riding a Comet Two- Sixty. Harry dived, but a bludger came pelting towards him, and Harry had to move off-course to avoid being hurt. George hit a bludger at the Ravenclaw beater who had hit the bludger.
"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero, look at that Firebolt go! The Firebolt's precision-balance is most noticeable...."
"JORDON! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO PROMOTE FIREBOLTS? WHATS HAPPENING IN THE GAME?" Professor McGonagall yelled.
Harry flew upward, but Cho blocked him again.
"OOOH!" cried the Gryffindors.
"NOT A TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN, HARRY! KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!" Wood roared in Harry's direction.
Harry turned towards Cho. He flew off and dived. She followed, but it was obviously a fake, you could tell by the look on his face. He pulled out of the dive, and Cho kept going. Harry accelerated and raced to the Ravenclaw end of the field. He stretched out his hand.
"OH!" Yelled Cho.
Harry looked down. My gaze snapped downward to the field. Three dementors stood on the field. My mouth went dry, but I couldn't hear anything in my mind, and I didn't faint. Nothing happened. Except Harry drew out his wand and shouted an incantation. White 'stuff' shot out of his wand, and the dementors fell over. Wait... those aren't dementors! It was Crabbe, Goyle, Marcus Flint, and that foul Malfoy! I clenched my teeth.
Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and everyone started cheering. Harry had caught the Snitch!
"YES!" I screamed! "GOOD FOR YOU HARRY!"
I followed the rest of the Gryffindors onto the field.
"That's my boy!" yelled Wood. Alicia, Angelina, and Katie had all kissed Harry. He had slight lipstick stains on his cheek. Fred was holding Harry's head in such a grip; Harry looked like he was in pain.
"YES!" Ron shouted. He yanked Harry's arm up. "YES! YES! YES!"
Percy was standing next to me. "Well done, Harry! Must go find Penelope. Ten galleons for me!"
"Good for you, Harry!" roared Seamus, sliding past Caitlin and Alexandra.
"Ruddy brilliant!" Hagrid boomed over me head. I winced. Caitlin was screaming and jumping up and down. Quidditch was her favorite sport, and she would do anything to see it. She had been to every World Cup since she had turned old enough to understand it. Her parents had the money to do it. Caitlin's older brother, who her parents went with to Ireland over Christmas break, was trying out for a place on the Ireland team. He was a chaser on the Ravenclaw team. Caitlin admired her brother, but couldn't play on the house team. There weren't any openings. She played on a team in Ireland over the summer. It was a young adult's program.
Professor McGonagall interrupted my thoughts. I moved to the edge of the crowd so I could see and hear better.
"A low and cowardly trick to damage Gryffindor's seeker! Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin! I will be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this! Here he is now!"
She should have taken more points from Slytherin, in my opinion. I watched, suppressing laughter as Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint attempted to extract themselves from the long black robes. Goyle couldn't get his head out.
"PARTY! Come on, Harry! Gryffindor Tower, now!" George yelled.
The team led the way up to the Tower. Fred, George, and I disappeared quietly to the kitchen's to filch some food for the party. Fred tickled the pear and the painting swung open, to reveal a kitchen.
"What would young masters and mistress like?" asked one house elf. We weren't strangers to the kitchen. Fred and George made at least weekly trips to the kitchens, while I went periodically.
"Well, you see, Matty," Fred addressed the house elf, bending down so they were eye to eye. The house elf, Matty, grinned and turned red. "Gryffindor just won a quidditch match, and we're celebrating. We need some party food."
"Oh, yes, sir!" Matty scurried off. Fred followed her, and George walked around looking at what the house elves were cooking. I went a different direction.
"What are you making?" I asked one elf, looking into a pot of orange liquid.
"Sippy is making pumpkin juice, miss," the house elf responded, looking very flattered at being spoken to.
"Oh," I said. "Do you cook all day?"
"Oh no, miss," Sippy said, "After we clean up from dinner, we clean the castle. I clean the Hufflepuff common room, but I am doing it very early in the morning, because they is liking to stay up late."
(A/N: If you read the mugglenet caption contest (the early ones) you will understand the joke)
"We'll try to clean up a little tonight, when the party is over so you don't have to do so much," I assured her, but that wasn't a very good thing to say to her.
"Oh, no, miss! We house elves like to clean! It is not good for young masters and misses to clean up, we is liking to do it!" Sippy said anxiously, fear in her eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course," I moved on. "Fred? Are we ready to go yet?"
"Yup, here, you take these," he said, dumping a bunch of sweets in my arms.
We got back up to the common room an hour later. They didn't have the map anymore, so we had to use our wits to avoid Professor Snape.
"How did you do that?" Angelina cried. I stayed behind Fred, not wanting anyone to know I helped.
George threw Peppermint Toads into the crowd. Fred passed around butterbeer bottles, fizzing whizbees, chocolate frogs, and other Honeydukes sweets.
"Lets have a toast to the Gryffindor team!" Called Lee Jordan.
"Here, here! To the Gryffindor Team!" Cried everyone else.
We would have partied the entire night, if Professor McGonagall hadn't intervened at one and ordered everyone to bed.
I climbed into bed and pulled the curtains shut around me. I fell asleep almost instantly. It was a fitful sleep and I only woke to an ear- splitting scream.
AHHHH! CLIFFHANGER! of course... what happens next? anyone remember? haha. OK! the person who gives me the best idea for something in my story I will dedicate the next chapter to them!
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