"I hate this stupid box." I thought to myself, against my own will.
Everyday, well, almost everyday, I was let out to be played with by a boy
with glasses and ruffled black hair. His grubby hands were disgusting,
almost always bending my wings when he caught me.
"Why was I ever cursed to stay here?" I thought as the lid creaked open and light poured in. Oh no, it was that cursed brown haired boy they called Oliver.
"Potter! I'm over here; let's do one more practice before the game tomorrow!" I heard a rush of foot-steps; obviously "Potter" was running.
"Yeah, sorry I was late Oliver." Harry Potter said with a breathless voice. "I'll get the Snitch." That's what they called me, a Snitch. It sounded like I was a thief or something.
I felt his hands clamp around me, and I was fully exposed to the sunlight. I spread my wings as he let go of me, it felt so good.
I flew up high, and started to circle the ring, where I was destined to go. I was cursed to stay there forever, never to see anything except the hills and forests beyond the ring.
I heard the whizzing of his broom as he followed me. I went faster, full speed you could call it. After a few minutes of chasing me, I felt his breath, so I slowed down, letting him catch me.
I heard his triumphant grunt as he touched the ground once again. He stuffed me into the box again, as he and Oliver left, chatting away about something called Quidditch. I waited patiently for the next day, the big day.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A giant cheer woke me up; I figured it was the big day. I was prepared, but still nervous. I started chatting with the Bludger, who was also ready, but not nervous. In fact, he was already jabbering away about who he would knock off first when the other Bludger butted in.
"No, I'm going to knock him, you can knock her off." They continued to argue. I sighed and waited for the sun to appear again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I felt a larger hand grasp me tightly and throw me in the air. I flew up instinctively, also hearing a shrill whistle. I heard the familiar whizzing of brooms, shouts to teammates, and battering of the bats hitting my fellow Bludgers. I was glad I wasn't a Bludger. I continued on my zigzag path and viewed the stadium. I saw Harry searching everywhere for me, with a boy named Draco Malfoy close behind.
I flew, ocassionaly saying a "hello" to my fellow Bludger until I felt a rush of wind behind me.
"It must be those people, trying to get me again." I was never in a good mood, I must say. I zoomed faster, hoping to be able to enjoy the scenery a little more.
They still chased me, so I quickened, making it obvious that the two boys had spotted me. I heard shouts and cheers, whispers and groans. I felt his hand, outstretched, waiting to hold me in his hand . . .
He had me. That was it. I felt my self being dragged down, down to where I couldn't see the green, lush hills, the wonderful forests, the fluffy white clouds . . .
And back to the box I went.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Sorry, the Snitch's story seems a bit weird, but I wrote this at 11:40 pm, so you must forgive me. I've been on a writing spree, my writer's block suddenly lifted! Reviews, I do love! See you soon!
"Why was I ever cursed to stay here?" I thought as the lid creaked open and light poured in. Oh no, it was that cursed brown haired boy they called Oliver.
"Potter! I'm over here; let's do one more practice before the game tomorrow!" I heard a rush of foot-steps; obviously "Potter" was running.
"Yeah, sorry I was late Oliver." Harry Potter said with a breathless voice. "I'll get the Snitch." That's what they called me, a Snitch. It sounded like I was a thief or something.
I felt his hands clamp around me, and I was fully exposed to the sunlight. I spread my wings as he let go of me, it felt so good.
I flew up high, and started to circle the ring, where I was destined to go. I was cursed to stay there forever, never to see anything except the hills and forests beyond the ring.
I heard the whizzing of his broom as he followed me. I went faster, full speed you could call it. After a few minutes of chasing me, I felt his breath, so I slowed down, letting him catch me.
I heard his triumphant grunt as he touched the ground once again. He stuffed me into the box again, as he and Oliver left, chatting away about something called Quidditch. I waited patiently for the next day, the big day.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A giant cheer woke me up; I figured it was the big day. I was prepared, but still nervous. I started chatting with the Bludger, who was also ready, but not nervous. In fact, he was already jabbering away about who he would knock off first when the other Bludger butted in.
"No, I'm going to knock him, you can knock her off." They continued to argue. I sighed and waited for the sun to appear again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I felt a larger hand grasp me tightly and throw me in the air. I flew up instinctively, also hearing a shrill whistle. I heard the familiar whizzing of brooms, shouts to teammates, and battering of the bats hitting my fellow Bludgers. I was glad I wasn't a Bludger. I continued on my zigzag path and viewed the stadium. I saw Harry searching everywhere for me, with a boy named Draco Malfoy close behind.
I flew, ocassionaly saying a "hello" to my fellow Bludger until I felt a rush of wind behind me.
"It must be those people, trying to get me again." I was never in a good mood, I must say. I zoomed faster, hoping to be able to enjoy the scenery a little more.
They still chased me, so I quickened, making it obvious that the two boys had spotted me. I heard shouts and cheers, whispers and groans. I felt his hand, outstretched, waiting to hold me in his hand . . .
He had me. That was it. I felt my self being dragged down, down to where I couldn't see the green, lush hills, the wonderful forests, the fluffy white clouds . . .
And back to the box I went.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Sorry, the Snitch's story seems a bit weird, but I wrote this at 11:40 pm, so you must forgive me. I've been on a writing spree, my writer's block suddenly lifted! Reviews, I do love! See you soon!
