High Serpent King - really? Well thanks anyway, and we'll see how the next few chapters are to your liking.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, etc.
This'll be the last chapter for a couple weeks as I will be on a trip.
Chapter Eleven
Ron grinned triumphantly as Hermione as he moved his bishop into position.
"Checkmate!"
Hermione looked exasperated and settled into her chair in defeat. Ron looked over to Harry, suddenly curious.
"Say, Harry, we should probably get going - game in an hour."
Harry nodded in agreement and waved goodbye to Hermione, who was already deep into a Transfiguration book.
"See you Hermione!"
"See you Harry, good luck! You too, Ron."
"Yeah, see you after the game, Hermione. And stop reading that book, I'm sure you've memorized it by now!"
Ron darted out the door with a laughing Harry before Hermione could think up a suitable retort about how useful the book was no matter how many times you read it. Disgruntled and with nobody to talk to, she retreated upstairs, figuring that she might as well get out to the stands early.
Harry circled around the stadium to the sounds of a deafening crowd and a Ravenclaw who had taken over Lee Jordan as commentator - and seemed to be in much the same vein.
"Thomas to Weasley! Back to Thomas! Thomas shoots - YE - NO deflected to..."
Harry zoned out and looked at the score, magically projected across the field. 130-60 for Gryffindor. Harry's rigorously trained and toned team was flying circles around Malfoy's physical style of playing. Malfoy had taken after the previous captain and selected big players with no knowledge of how to really fly. Most of Gryffindor was far too fast for them, though - Harry had expected this tactic from Malfoy and had trained all the players, even the Beaters, to be able to dodge any dirty shots.
"WEASLEY DEFLECTS TO WEASLEY, HURLS IT TO PATIL WHO SCORES! 190-80 FOR GRYFFINDOR IN THIS SLAUGHTER -"
The Ravenclaw was drowned out by boos from the Slytherin's as Harry smiled to himself. It was really becoming a massacre, though, and Malfoy was desperately flying around, looking for the Snitch. Harry decided to tail him - however inept the rest of the team was Malfoy was a good flyer and if he caught the Snitch the game would be over. Although it looked like it might not matter if he caught the Snitch anyway now - the score had risen to 220-90 and was still rising rapidly. Parvati, Dean, and Ginny were everywhere at once and were confusing the Slytherins to no end by weaving in and around each other.
"THOMAS SCORES AGAIN! AND THE SCORE HAS GONE ALL THE WAY TO 230-90 FOR GRYFFINDOR, GRYFFINDOR PLAYS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TIME AND THEY'LL HAVE THE CUP -"
Harry smiled to himself as he chased after Malfoy. We must be really good to have a Ravenclaw say that, Harry thought to himself. Well, good. Harry planned to extend Gryffindor's streak of Quidditch Cups to three this year, and it looked like that might happen.
Malfoy glanced back and saw Harry behind him. Parvati scored again, sealing the game at 250-90. Harry rose off Malfoy as it no longer mattered if he had the Snitch anymore. Malfoy, livid, darted toward the Beaters, Crabbe and Goyle. He said something to them before flying away with a malicious look on his face.
This doesn't look good, Harry thought. I better catch this before some weird trick is pulled. A flash of gold caught Harry's eyes and he knew it - the Snitch. Malfoy saw it too but knew catching it would do no good - he started tailing Harry. Harry accelerated so Malfoy couldn't grab the broom. He thought of something to shake Malfoy, and a move that Charlie had pulled in the earlier Quidditch game flashed across his memory. He went into a wildly spinning dive, and heard a gasp from the audience.
"AND POTTER APPEARS TO BE DOING SOME SORT OF WEIRD FEINT-"
Harry quickly reversed and did a loop, flipping over right-side up in the process. Malfoy, totally bewildered, had turned around and was now looking for Harry on the opposite side, Harry saw the Snitch and stretched out to catch it, finally wrapping his fingers around the struggling golden ball. Three-quarters of the stadium cheered wildly as Harry flew slowly down to the ground - the ending score was 400-90 and such a massacre was typically unheard of. Harry felt great, and after about twenty minutes the crowd began to disperse to their various common rooms, leaving just the team and a few Gryffindors left over on the field, exhilarated from winning the game so thoroughly. Harry finally managed to get a word in.
"Alright, everyone, off to the showers. I have a feeling we'll continue this in the common room, though..."
Everyone nodded and dispersed to the showers.
"HARRY! Great feint there, mate, I've never seen anyone but Charlie do it!"
Harry grinned widely at Ron and they went over the victory in detail while slowly retreating to the showers.
Harry opened the door to the common room to be blown over by a huge wave of sound as soon as he entered. Harry looked around in surprise as he saw the whole of Gryffindor gathered. Harry was immediately overwhelmed as all the Gryffindors came up to congratulate him, with the team standing at the back, smiling, and Ron sitting contentedly with Hermione on the couch.
"Great job Harry -"
"And what a loop, just phenomenal -"
"Even that Ravenclaw thinks we'll win -"
"Other teams have no shot -"
Harry started to move his way through the crowd towards Ron and Hermione. Ron quickly spotted him and beckoned over.
"Hey Harry! Butterbeer?"
Harry grinned and nodded his thanks while taking a bottle. He looked at Hermione but was surprised to see her also holding a butterbeer. Shooting an inquisitive look at her, she shrugged.
"McGonagall knew it would happen anyway, so she's made it within the rules to have a party after a Quidditch win - including butterbeer and all the rest," Hermione explained.
"Whoa, check out that banner that Dean's drawn -" Ron exclaimed to Harry and Hermione. Several Gryffindors were erecting a huge banner that Dean had quickly drawn in about five minutes. It depicted basically every one of the players doing something they did. Harry's was, of course, his loop around Malfoy and catch of the Snitch. Ron's was when he had caught the Quaffle and passed it all the way down the field to Ginny, and so on, and so on. It really had been a great game, Harry mused as he watched all the slideshows.
"Hey Harry, really nice job out there!"
Harry turned around to see Ginny.
"Thanks, nice score up there."
Harry gestured up towards the banner, where Ginny was scoring over and over again. Seamus quickly approached the four of them.
"Hey guys, anyone up for Exploding Snap?"
Harry and Ginny agreed while Ron and Hermione both declined, causing all present to smirk.
"What, off to spend some 'alone time'?" Harry taunted, but the two of them had already wandered off into their own world. Harry and Ginny left to play with Seamus, Dean, Parvati, and Lavender. After two hours of excited playing and drinking butterbeer, everyone retired to their respective dorms, and slowly, all of Gryffindor dispersed leaving the aftermath of a huge party.
Sorry, it's a kind of boring chapter and nothing really important happened, but I figured that it was better to leave you guys bored for two weeks rather than on a cliffhanger. Anyway, see you guys then...
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, etc.
This'll be the last chapter for a couple weeks as I will be on a trip.
Chapter Eleven
Ron grinned triumphantly as Hermione as he moved his bishop into position.
"Checkmate!"
Hermione looked exasperated and settled into her chair in defeat. Ron looked over to Harry, suddenly curious.
"Say, Harry, we should probably get going - game in an hour."
Harry nodded in agreement and waved goodbye to Hermione, who was already deep into a Transfiguration book.
"See you Hermione!"
"See you Harry, good luck! You too, Ron."
"Yeah, see you after the game, Hermione. And stop reading that book, I'm sure you've memorized it by now!"
Ron darted out the door with a laughing Harry before Hermione could think up a suitable retort about how useful the book was no matter how many times you read it. Disgruntled and with nobody to talk to, she retreated upstairs, figuring that she might as well get out to the stands early.
Harry circled around the stadium to the sounds of a deafening crowd and a Ravenclaw who had taken over Lee Jordan as commentator - and seemed to be in much the same vein.
"Thomas to Weasley! Back to Thomas! Thomas shoots - YE - NO deflected to..."
Harry zoned out and looked at the score, magically projected across the field. 130-60 for Gryffindor. Harry's rigorously trained and toned team was flying circles around Malfoy's physical style of playing. Malfoy had taken after the previous captain and selected big players with no knowledge of how to really fly. Most of Gryffindor was far too fast for them, though - Harry had expected this tactic from Malfoy and had trained all the players, even the Beaters, to be able to dodge any dirty shots.
"WEASLEY DEFLECTS TO WEASLEY, HURLS IT TO PATIL WHO SCORES! 190-80 FOR GRYFFINDOR IN THIS SLAUGHTER -"
The Ravenclaw was drowned out by boos from the Slytherin's as Harry smiled to himself. It was really becoming a massacre, though, and Malfoy was desperately flying around, looking for the Snitch. Harry decided to tail him - however inept the rest of the team was Malfoy was a good flyer and if he caught the Snitch the game would be over. Although it looked like it might not matter if he caught the Snitch anyway now - the score had risen to 220-90 and was still rising rapidly. Parvati, Dean, and Ginny were everywhere at once and were confusing the Slytherins to no end by weaving in and around each other.
"THOMAS SCORES AGAIN! AND THE SCORE HAS GONE ALL THE WAY TO 230-90 FOR GRYFFINDOR, GRYFFINDOR PLAYS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TIME AND THEY'LL HAVE THE CUP -"
Harry smiled to himself as he chased after Malfoy. We must be really good to have a Ravenclaw say that, Harry thought to himself. Well, good. Harry planned to extend Gryffindor's streak of Quidditch Cups to three this year, and it looked like that might happen.
Malfoy glanced back and saw Harry behind him. Parvati scored again, sealing the game at 250-90. Harry rose off Malfoy as it no longer mattered if he had the Snitch anymore. Malfoy, livid, darted toward the Beaters, Crabbe and Goyle. He said something to them before flying away with a malicious look on his face.
This doesn't look good, Harry thought. I better catch this before some weird trick is pulled. A flash of gold caught Harry's eyes and he knew it - the Snitch. Malfoy saw it too but knew catching it would do no good - he started tailing Harry. Harry accelerated so Malfoy couldn't grab the broom. He thought of something to shake Malfoy, and a move that Charlie had pulled in the earlier Quidditch game flashed across his memory. He went into a wildly spinning dive, and heard a gasp from the audience.
"AND POTTER APPEARS TO BE DOING SOME SORT OF WEIRD FEINT-"
Harry quickly reversed and did a loop, flipping over right-side up in the process. Malfoy, totally bewildered, had turned around and was now looking for Harry on the opposite side, Harry saw the Snitch and stretched out to catch it, finally wrapping his fingers around the struggling golden ball. Three-quarters of the stadium cheered wildly as Harry flew slowly down to the ground - the ending score was 400-90 and such a massacre was typically unheard of. Harry felt great, and after about twenty minutes the crowd began to disperse to their various common rooms, leaving just the team and a few Gryffindors left over on the field, exhilarated from winning the game so thoroughly. Harry finally managed to get a word in.
"Alright, everyone, off to the showers. I have a feeling we'll continue this in the common room, though..."
Everyone nodded and dispersed to the showers.
"HARRY! Great feint there, mate, I've never seen anyone but Charlie do it!"
Harry grinned widely at Ron and they went over the victory in detail while slowly retreating to the showers.
Harry opened the door to the common room to be blown over by a huge wave of sound as soon as he entered. Harry looked around in surprise as he saw the whole of Gryffindor gathered. Harry was immediately overwhelmed as all the Gryffindors came up to congratulate him, with the team standing at the back, smiling, and Ron sitting contentedly with Hermione on the couch.
"Great job Harry -"
"And what a loop, just phenomenal -"
"Even that Ravenclaw thinks we'll win -"
"Other teams have no shot -"
Harry started to move his way through the crowd towards Ron and Hermione. Ron quickly spotted him and beckoned over.
"Hey Harry! Butterbeer?"
Harry grinned and nodded his thanks while taking a bottle. He looked at Hermione but was surprised to see her also holding a butterbeer. Shooting an inquisitive look at her, she shrugged.
"McGonagall knew it would happen anyway, so she's made it within the rules to have a party after a Quidditch win - including butterbeer and all the rest," Hermione explained.
"Whoa, check out that banner that Dean's drawn -" Ron exclaimed to Harry and Hermione. Several Gryffindors were erecting a huge banner that Dean had quickly drawn in about five minutes. It depicted basically every one of the players doing something they did. Harry's was, of course, his loop around Malfoy and catch of the Snitch. Ron's was when he had caught the Quaffle and passed it all the way down the field to Ginny, and so on, and so on. It really had been a great game, Harry mused as he watched all the slideshows.
"Hey Harry, really nice job out there!"
Harry turned around to see Ginny.
"Thanks, nice score up there."
Harry gestured up towards the banner, where Ginny was scoring over and over again. Seamus quickly approached the four of them.
"Hey guys, anyone up for Exploding Snap?"
Harry and Ginny agreed while Ron and Hermione both declined, causing all present to smirk.
"What, off to spend some 'alone time'?" Harry taunted, but the two of them had already wandered off into their own world. Harry and Ginny left to play with Seamus, Dean, Parvati, and Lavender. After two hours of excited playing and drinking butterbeer, everyone retired to their respective dorms, and slowly, all of Gryffindor dispersed leaving the aftermath of a huge party.
Sorry, it's a kind of boring chapter and nothing really important happened, but I figured that it was better to leave you guys bored for two weeks rather than on a cliffhanger. Anyway, see you guys then...