Timeless Escapades
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He dived. The Horntail's head followed him; he knew what it was going to do and pulled out of the dive just in time; as jet of fire had been released exactly where he would have been had he not swerved away... but Harry didn't care... that was no more than dodging a Bludger...
"Great Scott, he can fly!" yelled Bagman as the crowed shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this, Mr. Krum?"
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 354, by: JK Rowling
Timeless Escapades
Chapter 8
"You've got to eat something, Harry."
Harry looked up at Remus, who was staring at him from across the table, before bringing his eyes back to the plate of scrambled eggs that had hardly been touched. The first quidditch match of the season was set to begin in exactly two hours, and Harry Potter, the Gryffindor seeker, was currently the host of an upset stomach. Sirius leaned across the table.
"Harry, if you don't eat then we're gonna force it down your throat, cause if you lose because of being under fed, the Slytherins will never forget it."
Harry snorted and picked up his glass of orange juice, swirling it around a bit. James was wolfing down his waffles. "I'll have you know that I've only ever lost one quidditch match in my entire life." he sneered.
James rolled his eyes. "It's not that hard being a seeker, you know. I was one for two years before I became a Chaser. It was dead boring..."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He hadn't known that his father was a Seeker and a Chaser. From the medal that he'd come across in first year, he'd gathered that his father had always been a seeker. Harry took a sip of his juice and watched as James and Sirius bickered over the marmalade. He was nervous about the match, no denying it, but...
"Harry!"
Harry looked up as Lily came down the table, a girl with a rounded face and pretty curled brown hair coming right behind her. Lily waved and smiled as Harry turned around.
"I just wanted to say good luck, Harry." Lily told him, elbowing her friend in the ribs as she giggled. "We haven't lost a match in quite a while, and it would be nice to keep up the winning streak!"
"I know what you mean." Harry told her, grinning back. "I'll do my best!"
"Oh! I almost forgot. This is my best friend, Alice Longbottom." Lily said, gesturing to Alice.
It took all of Harry's will power not to gape at Neville's future mother. She was a very pretty girl. Brown locks framing her round face, and Neville's eyes shining back at him. He was both saddened and happy at seeing her. If only Neville could have come with him... so that he could see his mother as well...
"Nice to meet you!" Harry said, extending his hand. She took it and gave him a smile.
"I'm glad I can finally meet you, Harry! Lily said that you were nice..."
Harry gave her another grin and then turned back to the table where James was stammering a bit. He looked like he was actually blushing!
"Er... hello, Evans." he stuttered.
Lily's expression immediately closed down and she surveyed James with that of a disregarded sock. "Potter. No pranks today, I assume?"
Sirius sniggered as James ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Um — I don't do pranks on Quidditch days..." he mumbled.
"Well thank God." Lily said, eyes glinting. "If we didn't have quidditch the whole world would probably be made up of balloons stuffed with pudding by now."
"That's a good idea, though..." Sirius said, containing a smirk.
Lily rounded on him faster than a bolt of lightning. "If I EVER catch you doing that, Black, you'll be in detention before you can say 'Surprise.'" And with that she stalked back up the table.
James groaned and buried his head in his arms while Harry watched.
"If I EVER catch you doing that, Black, you'll be in detention faster than you can say 'Surprise.'" Sirius imitated in a high falsetto. "Honestly! You'd think we did something wrong! I can't believe you fancy her, mate."
Harry could of sworn that he heard Remus chuckle before having a mysterious coughing fit.
"Alright! This is it, guys. The Gryffindor team has never failed a match, and we aren't about to start now."
James stood in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team, his eyes sparkling in determination. Harry sighed and sunk back in his chair in front of the giant black board. His dad's speeches were even worse than Oliver Wood's had been. And that was saying something. He gripped his Fire Bolt a bit tighter, as James gave them the go ahead to fly out onto the field. It really wasn't that he was nervous... he was just in a bit of a bluster because his father and his friends would be watching. And his mother.
Harry swung his leg over his Fire Bolt and kicked off into the air, the breeze playing with his unruly hair. He did a few laps around the stadium as Sirius, who was the announcer for the match, read off the team member names.
"And here's the Gryffindor Team!!! Captained by James Potter the chaser, Frank Longbottom and Hestia Jones as the other two chasers, Thomas Hitchinm and Arthur Weasley as beaters, Laura Respira as keeper, and new comer Harry Prowner as seeker. Give it up folks!!!"
The crowd cheered and in some cases, booed as the team marched out onto the field. Harry's eye sought out the teacher's box where Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonnagal and of the other Hogwarts teachers sat. His mother was siting among the Gryffindor supporters, looking especially spirity with her red hair and red rosette. Remus could be seen siting next to Sirius in the commentators's box.
"And now here are the Slytherins! Led to the pitch by Lucius Malfoy, playing keeper today... Bellatrix Lestrange, Avery, and Nott as the chasers, Patricia Brinkini and Permuabla Brinkini as beaters, and Severus Snape as seeker! Let's er..." Sirius cut off for a second before McGonnagal gave him a glare, "A – cheer?"
The Slytherins booed at the poor commentator and the Gryffindors laughed as Harry stomach did a flip. A young Severus Snape was flying out onto the field, his long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sporting emerald green robes. The name SEEKER flashed in silver letters on his back. Snape had been a seeker? Harry didn't know how much more surprise he could take... after all, who could say that they'd met their greasy Potions master when he wasn't so greasy?
A younger Madame Hooch had marched out onto the field, silver whistle dangling from a chain on her neck, and the chest with all the balls in it under her arm. She watched as all of the players flew over and took their positions.
"And here is Madame Hooch with the balls for today's game. Potter and Malfoy come to the center of the field to shake hands... break his hand, James! It was a joke professor, I swear! Anyway — er, the snitch has been released..."
Harry watched as the golden snitch was released from Hooch's hand and flew up into the air. Looking over at Snape revealed that he too was watching the snitch disappear. Madame Hooch had now released the two bludgers and held the red quaffle in her hand.
"I want a fair game! And I don't want any accidents, from either team." She eyed Malfoy and Weasley as she gave a short blast on her whistle. The crowds erupted.
"And the quaffle has been released! Quaffle goes to Nott! Nott heading for the goal.... intercepted by Jones, pass to Potter, back to Jones... Jones going for the goal! She shoots!" the Gryffindors moaned as the quaffle was caught by Malfoy. "Oh... saved by Malfoy, the stupid git..."
"Black! It you can't keep a civil tongue..."
"I'm only telling the fans what they want to know, Professor!" Sirius protested. "Anyway... Nice bludger work coming from the Gryffindor team, Potter swerves both Brinkini players as he heads once more for the goal."
Harry watched his father swerve and twist through the other players. It was amazing, really how fast and precise that he could be. Harry looked over at Snape, who was currently watching him like a hawk... his black eyes marking every move he made. He sighed and looked back down at the game just as the Slytherins scored a goal.
"Ten points to Slytherin." Sirius groaned into the microphone. "James! Get your rear in gear and score some bloody points, already!"
"BLACK!"
"What!? It's true, isn't it? Uh... anyway... OH! Potter's got the quaffle and heading for the goal... he's dodged the beaters... shoot! And score!! The score has been tied... ten to ten."
The Gryffindors had exploded into a frenzy of cheers and whistles. Harry smiled and flew a circle around the field and watched as Snape followed after him.
The Slytherin team had gained fifty more points after an hour, the Gryffindor Team was down fifty points. Harry watched as James tried, unsuccessfully to get a goal. He noticed that all of the Slytherins were looking especially smug about the whole thing. Snape had even been caught by Harry actually smil —
Harry froze and looked down towards the Gryffindor goal post. Harry sped off in the snitch's direction, speeding towards the other end. Some where in the back of his mind, Harry registered that the whole crowd had gasped, Sirius included, as he tore off to the snitch, or that Snape had gone haring after him.
The snitch, seeming to realize that it had been spotted, flew down wards to the ground. Harry dived after it, Snape tailing him every inch of the way. The little golden ball levelled out and flew straight, and Harry pulled up sharply. He and Snape were level now, reaching for the snitch...
Harry pulled up, his hand tightly clutching the tiny gold ball in his fist. Snape landed, and Harry watched as he stomped back to the dugout. Alone.
But just as he levelled out and held up his fist in triumph, a bludger came out of now where, imbedding itself in Harry's stomach.
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