Author's note: I own nothing. All characters and most of the settings belong to the great J.K. Rowling.
"Dam it! I'm late again" Harry exclaimed as he raced to find his broom stick. This was the third consecutive time he hadn't been on time to quidditch practice. He knew that Ron would flay him alive if he did not get there in a hurry. "Gotcha" Harry exclaimed as he spotted the tip of his prized Firebolt. He tore down the stairs of the dormitory and through the portrait (Almost impaling Hermione on the end of his broom stick) "Sorry about that." He yells as he runs down the corridor.
Finally Harry arrives at the pitch. "Have you no team responsibility Harry! This is the third time you have been late." "Yes, yes, I know that Ron. I am very sorry." Says Harry quickly. "I don't know Harry, one more act like this and I'll, I'll, I'll bench you." At this the whole team bursts out laughing. "That will be ten Galleons, if you please Finnigan." Said Lavender Brown. It was a weekly occurrence that Ron threatened to bench someone. After that Ron got all red in the face and shouted for everybody to get onto there brooms, and with that every body chuckled and got onto there brooms to do barrel rolls wile Ron scowled at them all.
After a long drawn out practice, Ron had
been so particular about moves that he made them do them about twenty times
each before he started to notice the mumbles of a mob like crowd muttering
things that sounded like dictator before he tolled them to hit the showers. It
had occurred to Harry that since Ron had joined the squad in fifth year as the
team's new keeper, and then to be voted captain. He had become more, and more
like Wood.
"Hey Harry, are coming back to the
tower now!" Yelled Ron. I told him that said that I
was going to do a few laps before I went upstairs. He said good night and
jogged up the steps to the castle. Harry flew around the quidditch
pitch a few times before heading toward the lake. He stared up at the majestic
towers of Hogwarts on the background of a sky filled
with stars. He pondered on how far he had come in the last six years from when
he found out he was a wizard. From when he was huddled on the floor of the
shack out on the sea to when the final battle that had occurred last year
between him and Lord Voldemort.
*Flashback*
"Hurry up Harry!" Exclaimed Sirius. Harry bolted down the long corridor towards his godfather. Off in the distance Harry hears a loud cackle and the sounds of chanting. "They've started" says Dumbledore hurriedly as he ushers us down to the dungeons of Malfoy manor were Voldemort and his followers are raising beast that will kill all non pure blood wizards.
Finally the group the group reaches a giant set of double doors. Each has two long sinuous snakes curved around the door forming an eerie sort of lock. "This is your department Harry says." Says Remus. Slowly Harry walked over to the doors and said "Open." But for the rest of the group all they heard was a low hissing noise escape from Harry's mouth. Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Snape, and Harry pile into a room filled with death eaters. Quickly the group forms a circle around the death eaters and Voldemort. Dumbledore starts to chant and soon everybody else follows suit. There are many blood thirsty screams from the death eaters as they hurl curse after curse and hex after hex at the group. But it is to late for them. The Order of The Phoenix's chant has enclosed the death eaters in a force field that will seal them in time for all eternity. Dumbledore reaches the last refrain of the chant and the air seems to fill with tangible magic. Screams of anguish can be heard from inside the field from all the death eaters and Lord Voldemort himself. When they reach the end there is a bright flash, the Earth shakes and they are alone.