DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own a magic lamp, either.
A/N (4/20): What to say today... not much happening. It's raining... that's about it.
CHAPTER 4: The Quidditch Match (Whitney)
The next day Harry woke fully refreshed. He dressed in the new robes the Room of Requirement had provided for him. Ron and Hermione were already awake. Fred and George were dressing, also. They ate breakfast and headed toward the Quidditch pitch.
It was a bright, sunny day, prefect for Quidditch. There was a slight breeze, but that wouldn't really matter. They took their seats with the other Gryffindors.
The announcer announced the players. "-AAAAND THE GRYFFINDOR SEEKER... JAMES POTTER!" The crowd roared as he flew onto the pitch. Harry watched him. He was very good, indeed. (Anna Banana *giggles*)
Harry's eyes followed James as he swerved and dodged around the Quidditch pitch, around the other players, then up above, looking around for the Snitch.
"AND GRYFFINDOR CHASER ENLIL WITH THE QUAFFLE PASSES TO TURNER... STOLEN BY SLYTHERIN CHASER DURRON, NEW FIND THIS YEAR BY CAPTAIN BARCLAY OF SLYTHREING, LOOK AT THAT KID GO! OH, BULDGER THERE AND HE'S DROPPED THE QUAFFLE, CAUGHT BY WHEELER OF GRY-"
Harry looked around to see the announcer, expecting to see someone like Lee Jordan, but the megaphone was floating around on its own, apparently making its own announcements.
"FUMBLES AND IT'S CAUGHT BY SCARMORY OF SLYTHERIN..."
"Who's commentating?" Harry asked Hermione quietly, "I thought there had to be a commentator, but the megaphone's just floating..."
"Shh, I don't know, but I want to watch this."
Someone tapped Harry's shoulder. "That's Robert... Robert T. Orange... he's invisible, but he doesn't talk about why." It was Sirius. He was sitting just behind Harry, next to Peter Pettigrew, and his eyes were now following James as he circled above the game.
Harry watched James too, but something caught his eye. One of the Slytherin players was diving... diving toward a speck of gold...
"AND IT LOOKS LIKE THIAFLI'S SEEN THE SNITCH, BUT HERE COMES POTTER..."
James swerved in and out of the chasers, beaters, quaffle, and bludgers, gaining on Thialfi all the time. He was good, very good, Harry thought, even better than Krum!
Then James and Thialfi were even, and in a few moments...
"POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! THE WIN GOES TO GRYFFINDOR, 160 POINTS TO THIRTY..."
"YEAH!" yelled Sirius. Pettigrew jumped up and down, Hermione was clapping hard, Ron was grinning ear to ear, Fred and George, however, were looking around and didn't seem to have noticed Gryffindor had won.
"Has anyone seen Lupin?" asked Fred.
"No, now that you mention it, I haven't seen him since yesterday," said Harry.
Sirius noticed what they were talking about. "His mum's sick. He had to go home and see her."
Harry realized Lupin was probably in the Shrieking Shack. It must be the full moon, he realized, and Sirius is covering up for him.
"Oh," said George, not looking convinced.
"Er... let's catch up to James, shall we?" said Sirius quickly, and slipped between two burly 7th years toward the Quidditch pitch.
The rest of them edged along after him, finally catching up with him and James on the edge of the pitch.
"Shh..." he snuck off, Sirius by his side, Pettigrew tiptoeing along behind them. Wondering what was up, Harry followed, Ron, Fred, Hermione, and George in his wake.
They weren't with the crowd; they were splitting off, heading towards the lake. They were following a small boy in green Quidditch robes- the Slytherin seeker.
"Oi! Thialfi!" called James. Thialfi turned. He was quite short, even smaller than Harry, though he was probably only a second or third year.
"Did you really think you could catch the Snitch? Competing against me?"
"I could've, you've got a faster broom!" Thialfi said defiantly, though James towered over him.
"Now, none of your little cheek, little one, or I'll have to teach you a lesson," said James in a patronizing and quite annoying tone.
"Shut up!" yelled Thialfi.
"I've warned you, Thialfi, no you get it!" James raised his wand and waved it and roared... (Beth... no, that's not what he roars!)
"Colo..."
"Expelliarmus!" cried Thialfi. (Now for Whitney)
James' wand flew out of his hand. (And back to Beth!)
Sirius jumped up in the air and caught James' wand. "Now you're going to get it!" yelled Sirius. "No, no, he's only a second year," pleaded Hermione.
"I'm a fourth year, I say! A FOURTH YEAR!" said Thialfi furiously. "You stupid girl, I am a fourth year. I have more brains than you'll ever have!"
Ron looked furiously at Thialfi. "How dare you! She is the smartest fifth year- wait... sixth year. You little slime ball! EAT SLUGS!" Ron yelled. Thialfi started belching up slugs. Ron's ears turned bright red. Harry had never seen his ears turn redder. They all stood staring at Ron. (The Whitney...)
"Ron!" Hermione shouted. "Good job! Now we're going to be in trouble!" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
James, however, smiled. "Nice one! Oh, look who it is..." he said as Lily Evans walked up to them.
"Potter! Why'd you attack him?" She shouted convinced that James had attacked Thialfi, who was burping up more slugs.
"That wasn't me, Evans! Honest..." James said, though he was still smiling. Ron looked at the ground, looking rather uncomfortable. (The bloody brilliant one... Anna)
"Oh, I bet you think it's funny, attacking a little second year!" Lily scoffed.
"I'm a fourth year!" exclaimed Thialfi in the same scandalized tone as James, who cried at the same time.
"I told you I didn't!"
"Really? Prove it," said Lily to James.
Ron mumbled almost inaudibly. "What?" asked Lily kindly, "Did he get you, too?"
"No, I cursed Thialfi..." said Ron, is voice stronger this time.
"Told you," said James.
"Oh," said Lily, now she looked embarrassed.
"We should get Thialfi to Hagrid's," Harry, who had been hanging back up until now, spoke up.
"No, I'm fi-"Thiafli sprayed the ground with slugs.
"You're not fine and you're going to Hagrid's," she said and slipping her arm around him, she helped him along.
Harry looked at the others, uncertain if they should follow. Then he saw James was shaking with rage. "I'm gonna kill that little pipsqueak." He growled through gritted teeth.
"Whoa, cool it, Prongs." Said Sirius. "She's just helping him get to Hagrid's, she doesn't like him or anything, I mean, he's just a little second year. She feels sorry for him."
"You're right," said James. "I have no competition from someone like him, I mean, I'm older and smarter and cooler and more popular and better at Quidditch."
"Yeah, Prongs," squeaked Pettigrew excitedly, "You're the best at Quidditch!"
"I know," said James flippantly, messing up his hair.
"What?!" he asked, for the twins had been sniggering behind his back.
"Thialfi burping up slugs." Said Fred immediately and unembarrassed, though Harry was sure that was a lie.
"Yeah, that is funny," James grinned. "How d'you do that, anyway?" he asked Ron.
"We should try that on Snape," said Sirius.
Ron, however, was still feeling guilty for having cursed a little kid.
"Later," said Harry, noticing.
"But it's," began James.
Harry quickly changed the subject. "Did you know I'm also the Gryffindor Seeker?"
"Really? What broom have you got?" asked James excitedly.
"A Firebolt, but it's not invented yet," said Harry.
"I have a Silver Arrow." Said James.
"Harry, did you ever find out who sent the Firebolt?" asked Fred.
James and Sirius looked at him quizzically, and Pettigrew said, "Huh?"
"I got the Firebolt anonymously from a few Christmases back," explained Harry. "It was Sirius," he told Fred and George. "Sirius sent me the Firebolt."
"Me?" asked Sirius, "Cool!"
"Will you stop?" hissed Hermione, "Telling them about the future?"
"Right, sorry," said Harry.
"But that takes all the fun out of this!" complained George.
"Yeah," said Sirius.
"We can do other things for fun," said Ron.
"Yeah," said Fred, "You can go to the library, Hermione..."
"...and we'll find something to do around here, I'm sure." Finished George.
"Oh, no you don't!" said Hermione, catching on, "I'm staying right here to keep an eye on you!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Again, only one reviewer... I need to type this thing slower!
Erica- Thanks for your support, and I'm glad you like it! Tis a lot easier to write with other people... when you get stuck, you can just hand it off to the next person. And I'll make sure to say hi! *gives Erica a truck load of cookies*
A/N (4/20): What to say today... not much happening. It's raining... that's about it.
CHAPTER 4: The Quidditch Match (Whitney)
The next day Harry woke fully refreshed. He dressed in the new robes the Room of Requirement had provided for him. Ron and Hermione were already awake. Fred and George were dressing, also. They ate breakfast and headed toward the Quidditch pitch.
It was a bright, sunny day, prefect for Quidditch. There was a slight breeze, but that wouldn't really matter. They took their seats with the other Gryffindors.
The announcer announced the players. "-AAAAND THE GRYFFINDOR SEEKER... JAMES POTTER!" The crowd roared as he flew onto the pitch. Harry watched him. He was very good, indeed. (Anna Banana *giggles*)
Harry's eyes followed James as he swerved and dodged around the Quidditch pitch, around the other players, then up above, looking around for the Snitch.
"AND GRYFFINDOR CHASER ENLIL WITH THE QUAFFLE PASSES TO TURNER... STOLEN BY SLYTHERIN CHASER DURRON, NEW FIND THIS YEAR BY CAPTAIN BARCLAY OF SLYTHREING, LOOK AT THAT KID GO! OH, BULDGER THERE AND HE'S DROPPED THE QUAFFLE, CAUGHT BY WHEELER OF GRY-"
Harry looked around to see the announcer, expecting to see someone like Lee Jordan, but the megaphone was floating around on its own, apparently making its own announcements.
"FUMBLES AND IT'S CAUGHT BY SCARMORY OF SLYTHERIN..."
"Who's commentating?" Harry asked Hermione quietly, "I thought there had to be a commentator, but the megaphone's just floating..."
"Shh, I don't know, but I want to watch this."
Someone tapped Harry's shoulder. "That's Robert... Robert T. Orange... he's invisible, but he doesn't talk about why." It was Sirius. He was sitting just behind Harry, next to Peter Pettigrew, and his eyes were now following James as he circled above the game.
Harry watched James too, but something caught his eye. One of the Slytherin players was diving... diving toward a speck of gold...
"AND IT LOOKS LIKE THIAFLI'S SEEN THE SNITCH, BUT HERE COMES POTTER..."
James swerved in and out of the chasers, beaters, quaffle, and bludgers, gaining on Thialfi all the time. He was good, very good, Harry thought, even better than Krum!
Then James and Thialfi were even, and in a few moments...
"POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! THE WIN GOES TO GRYFFINDOR, 160 POINTS TO THIRTY..."
"YEAH!" yelled Sirius. Pettigrew jumped up and down, Hermione was clapping hard, Ron was grinning ear to ear, Fred and George, however, were looking around and didn't seem to have noticed Gryffindor had won.
"Has anyone seen Lupin?" asked Fred.
"No, now that you mention it, I haven't seen him since yesterday," said Harry.
Sirius noticed what they were talking about. "His mum's sick. He had to go home and see her."
Harry realized Lupin was probably in the Shrieking Shack. It must be the full moon, he realized, and Sirius is covering up for him.
"Oh," said George, not looking convinced.
"Er... let's catch up to James, shall we?" said Sirius quickly, and slipped between two burly 7th years toward the Quidditch pitch.
The rest of them edged along after him, finally catching up with him and James on the edge of the pitch.
"Shh..." he snuck off, Sirius by his side, Pettigrew tiptoeing along behind them. Wondering what was up, Harry followed, Ron, Fred, Hermione, and George in his wake.
They weren't with the crowd; they were splitting off, heading towards the lake. They were following a small boy in green Quidditch robes- the Slytherin seeker.
"Oi! Thialfi!" called James. Thialfi turned. He was quite short, even smaller than Harry, though he was probably only a second or third year.
"Did you really think you could catch the Snitch? Competing against me?"
"I could've, you've got a faster broom!" Thialfi said defiantly, though James towered over him.
"Now, none of your little cheek, little one, or I'll have to teach you a lesson," said James in a patronizing and quite annoying tone.
"Shut up!" yelled Thialfi.
"I've warned you, Thialfi, no you get it!" James raised his wand and waved it and roared... (Beth... no, that's not what he roars!)
"Colo..."
"Expelliarmus!" cried Thialfi. (Now for Whitney)
James' wand flew out of his hand. (And back to Beth!)
Sirius jumped up in the air and caught James' wand. "Now you're going to get it!" yelled Sirius. "No, no, he's only a second year," pleaded Hermione.
"I'm a fourth year, I say! A FOURTH YEAR!" said Thialfi furiously. "You stupid girl, I am a fourth year. I have more brains than you'll ever have!"
Ron looked furiously at Thialfi. "How dare you! She is the smartest fifth year- wait... sixth year. You little slime ball! EAT SLUGS!" Ron yelled. Thialfi started belching up slugs. Ron's ears turned bright red. Harry had never seen his ears turn redder. They all stood staring at Ron. (The Whitney...)
"Ron!" Hermione shouted. "Good job! Now we're going to be in trouble!" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
James, however, smiled. "Nice one! Oh, look who it is..." he said as Lily Evans walked up to them.
"Potter! Why'd you attack him?" She shouted convinced that James had attacked Thialfi, who was burping up more slugs.
"That wasn't me, Evans! Honest..." James said, though he was still smiling. Ron looked at the ground, looking rather uncomfortable. (The bloody brilliant one... Anna)
"Oh, I bet you think it's funny, attacking a little second year!" Lily scoffed.
"I'm a fourth year!" exclaimed Thialfi in the same scandalized tone as James, who cried at the same time.
"I told you I didn't!"
"Really? Prove it," said Lily to James.
Ron mumbled almost inaudibly. "What?" asked Lily kindly, "Did he get you, too?"
"No, I cursed Thialfi..." said Ron, is voice stronger this time.
"Told you," said James.
"Oh," said Lily, now she looked embarrassed.
"We should get Thialfi to Hagrid's," Harry, who had been hanging back up until now, spoke up.
"No, I'm fi-"Thiafli sprayed the ground with slugs.
"You're not fine and you're going to Hagrid's," she said and slipping her arm around him, she helped him along.
Harry looked at the others, uncertain if they should follow. Then he saw James was shaking with rage. "I'm gonna kill that little pipsqueak." He growled through gritted teeth.
"Whoa, cool it, Prongs." Said Sirius. "She's just helping him get to Hagrid's, she doesn't like him or anything, I mean, he's just a little second year. She feels sorry for him."
"You're right," said James. "I have no competition from someone like him, I mean, I'm older and smarter and cooler and more popular and better at Quidditch."
"Yeah, Prongs," squeaked Pettigrew excitedly, "You're the best at Quidditch!"
"I know," said James flippantly, messing up his hair.
"What?!" he asked, for the twins had been sniggering behind his back.
"Thialfi burping up slugs." Said Fred immediately and unembarrassed, though Harry was sure that was a lie.
"Yeah, that is funny," James grinned. "How d'you do that, anyway?" he asked Ron.
"We should try that on Snape," said Sirius.
Ron, however, was still feeling guilty for having cursed a little kid.
"Later," said Harry, noticing.
"But it's," began James.
Harry quickly changed the subject. "Did you know I'm also the Gryffindor Seeker?"
"Really? What broom have you got?" asked James excitedly.
"A Firebolt, but it's not invented yet," said Harry.
"I have a Silver Arrow." Said James.
"Harry, did you ever find out who sent the Firebolt?" asked Fred.
James and Sirius looked at him quizzically, and Pettigrew said, "Huh?"
"I got the Firebolt anonymously from a few Christmases back," explained Harry. "It was Sirius," he told Fred and George. "Sirius sent me the Firebolt."
"Me?" asked Sirius, "Cool!"
"Will you stop?" hissed Hermione, "Telling them about the future?"
"Right, sorry," said Harry.
"But that takes all the fun out of this!" complained George.
"Yeah," said Sirius.
"We can do other things for fun," said Ron.
"Yeah," said Fred, "You can go to the library, Hermione..."
"...and we'll find something to do around here, I'm sure." Finished George.
"Oh, no you don't!" said Hermione, catching on, "I'm staying right here to keep an eye on you!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Again, only one reviewer... I need to type this thing slower!
Erica- Thanks for your support, and I'm glad you like it! Tis a lot easier to write with other people... when you get stuck, you can just hand it off to the next person. And I'll make sure to say hi! *gives Erica a truck load of cookies*