Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or anything for that matter. Sighs.

A/N: I would like to thank Immortaleyes for her lovely Qudditch idea.

"Harry, Harry wake up" Ron shouted.

The golden sunlight poured through the window hitting Harry squarely in the face.

He looked over at Ron who seemed highly impatient.

"We've got Qudditch practice now come ON!" he said, grabbing Harry by the arm.

His stomach lurched. You can do this! Just don't fall off your broom.

Harry followed Ron out of the common room.

"We've got to do some serious practicing if we expect to beat Slytherin. Demelza keeps dropping the Quaffle and Jimmy Pea-"

"Ron, shut it" Harry snapped, nudging him in the ribs.

Ron looked at him, stunned, but Harry gave him a warning look.

"I heard something," Harry quietly declared.

Harry looked around, his wand held high.

They were now in the Entrance Hall. Although it was morning, it was still too early for breakfast so no students should be awake.

When Harry began to question whether or not he was going mental, Professor McGonagal appeared behind them.

"Good morning Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley" she said, nodding her head to each of them.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look of pure question when she continued.

"As you both hopefully know," she said in an important voice. "The Chudley Cannons will soon be versing the Tutshill Tornados. Professor Dumbledore has decided that Hogwarts School will be watching this game with the utmost security"

A smile flickered on her aged face. "But that is not the good news," she said noticing Harry and Ron's anticipation.

"Shortly after the game takes place, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams will play in the professional field. So I guess Hogwarts will be going on a little field trip"

"Bloody hell" Ron whispered.

She shot Ron a disapproving look and nodded. "Yes Mr. Weasley. I will leave it to you to inform your team Harry"

With a smile, she walked off.

"How do you think Dumbledore pulled this one off?" Harry asked with a grin.

"I don't know but however he did it, he's bloody brilliant. Chudley Cannons, Harry. Chudley Cannons!"

A loud sneer came from behind a statue. Draco Malfoy stepped out, clad in green Qudditch robes.

"Glad the school's taking you, huh, Weasley? Your muggle- lover father couldn't afford tickets, could he?" Malfoy jeered.

Ron's good mood quickly banished into a rather grim one.

"Listen Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to fight so go do yourself a favor and eat a steaming pile of-"

A green light filled the air behind Malfoy. The next thing Harry and Ron knew, Ginny and Katie Bell were standing beside them, pocketing their wands.

"Stupid prat. When's he ever going to learn?" said Katie, disgusted.

"So what were you arguing about anyway" Ginny asked.

"Um….about Hogwart's little field trip" Harry answered, his palms perspiring furiously.

"So Hogwart's is going on a field trip" Ginny said, smiling. "Let's just make it one to remember"

A/N: I know, fat chance they would ever go on a field trip, let alone with Voldemort still at large. But that is why it's called fan-fiction. Were just going to pretend that Voldemort is on vacation, okay? Okay. I hope you liked it and if you did then please review. If you didn't, same thing. I am still power hungry for ideas so keep em' coming.

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