Chapter 9
Quidditch game...
"Damn the rain is like totally heavy and I can't see through my...goggles? What the hell happened to my glasses?" Harry screamed.
(JAWS music plays...)
The dementors come and want to make out with Harry! But Harry is not that type of guy, being shocked Harry fainted and fell to the ground.
Dumbledore is super pissed! He wanted Gryffindor to win—I mean he wanted the dementors nowhere near the stadium for the students' safety.
At the hospital...
Harry woke up finding the Quidditch team surrounding him and his two loyal friends.
"What the hell happened?" Harry asked.
"You almost got killed but Dumbledore saved you with his magic mind powers!" Ron replied.
"No dumbass, you know I care about quidditch more then my own life! What happened in the game?"
"Umm...you lost to the talent-less Hufflepuffs...this is the first game won in like...like...ever!" Hermione said.
"Damn nothing could be worse then me almost dying and losing to losers!" Harry said.
"Spoke to soon, Harry!" said Hermione.
"What? Did Sirius Black come and kill a Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry...its worse...you're broom got smashed by the whomping willow or something!" Ron said.
"I'm gunna kill whoever it was who came up with the idea that the whomping willow should be moved!" Harry screamed.
"Now Harry, I'm sure the director of this movie made a lot of sacrifices to make this movie very...umm...great!" Hermione said, beaming.