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Chapter 12: Quidditch Equivalent: Pain
The big match against Gryffindor and Slytherin was drawing nearer and nearer. The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were going out into a "kill the opposing team members" spree. However, the Slytherins were getting more Gryffindors into the hospital wing, than the other way around. Ginny Weasley was hexed on her way to dinner one day and ended up in the Hospital Wing with a nose to rival Severus Snape. While showing off a Kuriboh in Care of Magical Creatures, a Slytherin provoked it onto Katie Bell, except it thought she was too nice to hurt and cooed instead.
Ron was jumped leaving transfiguration, but McGonagall saw the entire thing and gave ten Slytherins detention and 100 points from the house. However, none of those were on the team.
The attacks continued through out the upcoming weeks. Finally, Harry was in the common room when Ryou came through the hole.
"Harry! … Wait, shouldn't you be at the match?"
"I don't have to get ready till later. What's wrong?" Besides the fact Ryou was huffing out of breath, Ryou was also concerned. "Don't tell me!" They both ran out of the common room towards the Hospital Wing, where most of the team usually ended up. On the way up, they passed Andrew Kirk and Jack Sloper, the Gryffindor beaters. Each one of them was supporting a black eye, but Jack also had a broken nose. Andrew was bleeding on his left cheek.
"What happened this time?" asked Harry, not sure what kind of answer he would get.
"We decided to fight back!" exclaimed Jack, "we found a bunch of guys planning to trip Katie Bell down the marble stairs and decided to take a stand! It was great!"
"The only problem was that the Slytherins were a LOT bigger than us. Flitwick was coming down the hall and the brutes ran off. We turned our back so the teacher didn't see us, and ran into you!"
"Err…Andrew? You're blood is dripping all over the floor!"
"So?"
"SO? If Filch finds us, we'll be in the hospital wing with the rest of the team! The only difference will be that the Slytherins didn't get us!" They bolted down the hall.
Harry pushed the hospital wing doors open. Madame Pomfrey was running all over the place. Yugi, Yami, Hermione, and Ron were helping the nurse tend to the team. Most of the Slytherin team were on one side of the room. Hermione ran toward Andrew and Jack and went to tend to their wounds.
Katie Bell was bandaging her foot. Harry walked over to her. She seemed the only person on a bed with the least injuries. A yelp was heard from below.
I'll be right back!" yelled Hermione, as she ran out of the wing, to the source of the sound. Harry returned his attention to Katie, waiting for the story.
"Oh, Malfoy greased the stairs by the Entrance Hall. I kind of slid down the last couple. It's not bad, I can still play. Oh, the other chasers arrived." She motioned to the door. Harry noticed Ginny and Set came in, Katie misinterpreting Seto for Set. Ginny also had a black eye and Set went to help out Ron and Yugi.
"You too?"
"Felt good too! Crabbe and Goyle got it now!" she laughed as Yugi fixed her eye and she left again.
Yami Bakura poked his head into the wing.
"Ooy Pharaoh, Set! Mortals! There was another attack!"
Everyone was running around the infirmary too much to hear him. He thought for a moment and grinned.
"OOY PHARAOH! I JUST DEFILED YOUR TOMB AND DESTROYED SET'S! BIDDING ON YOUR TREASURES STARTS IN 10 SECONDS! THE SLYTHERINS ARE PUTTIN' UP A LOAD O' GOLD FOR YOUR STUFF!"
"What?" Yami Yugi growled, "WHAT?"
"There was an attack! Come on!"
He led Set and Yami down the stairs toward another staircase leading to the Astronomy tower. Entering the hall of moving staircases, Yami halted. "Where?"
"Up, where else?" Near the Charms entrance, Jabot Flint (Marcus's little bro) was slumped on the ground, as well as three other Slytherins. There was a shout from below.
Set looked down. Ginny came up the stair, after just leaving the infirmary.
"Hello Ginny."
"If you're looking for your brother, Set, he went up to the hospital wing with Hermione and Natasha."
Yami and the others went all the way back to the Hospital Wing. Seto was sitting on one of the beds. His arm was out on an odd angle and Natasha was next to him as Ron rubbed his hands together.
"Ready?"
"Just do it," Seto wheezed out. Ron gulped and popped his arm into place.
"Didn't that hurt?" asked Yami, walking over.
"Pain killers," said Natasha.
The match was about to start. Miraculously enough, all team members had little to no injuries left and were able to play.
Dean Thomas took on as commentator, "Welcome to the biggest match of the Season! Gryffindor vs Slytherin! Thank Merlin too, Gryffindor's showing immense spirit after Slytherin got the team into the hospital last week. No subs this time Slytherin! And here comes the team in green! Crabbe, Goyle, Flint (Jabot, younger brother), Zabini, Dorag, Perch, and Malfoy!" The green and silver clad riders sped onto the field and took their positions as the Gryffindors came out. "And here are the Gryffindors, Kirk, Sloper, Bell, Kaiba, Weasley, Weasley, and Potter!" Half of the stadium was in uproar for the Gryffindor team. Large boos came from none other than the Slytherin side of the stadium (no surprise there).
Then the match began. Dean's voice filled the stands.
"Slytherin's Flint has the quaffle, passes to Perch – oh! Intercepted by Bell of Gryffindor, Bell passes to Kaiba, back to Bell and she goes for the goal! She makes it! 10-0 Gryffindor!"
Harry continued to search wildly for the snitch. He dodged a bludger from Crabbe and zoomed away toward the other side of the field. The bludger that had been aimed for him, missed completely and hit Goyle, knocking him off of his broom. Andrew Kirk hit a bludger to Crabbe and it hit him between his legs on his broom. He reeled over and hit the ground with a large thud. Harry smiled, at least the beaters were out. Dean got back onto the commentary. "Both of the Slytherin beaters are down! Malfoy makes a dive, could it be he saw the snitch! Oh! Blocked by Weasley! Nice save, Weasley (Keeper). Score still 10-0 Gryffindor, Kaiba with the Quaffle."
Meanwhile in the stands, Yugi, Ryou, Marik and Hermione saw Goyle get back onto his broom and re-enter the game.
"Goyle re-enters the match!" said Dean.
The game continued for another hour. The Golden Snitch didn't make one appearance. Crabbe had also recovered and got back onto his broom. Goyle hit Ginny's broom as she was about to score and dropped the quaffle, luckily caught by Katie. Ginny went crashing to the ground by the Slytherin goalpost.
"Oh, Ginny," said Hermione from the stands.
Then Harry saw it, the snitch. It was hovering over the tail of Malfoy's broom, and luckily enough, he didn't see it. Harry made a dive.
"Potter dives toward Slytherin goalposts!" Harry dived closer, but had to dodge Jabot Flint, who deliberately zoomed in front of him. Malfoy was already ahead.
"Bell scores! 180-20 Gryffindor!" Harry tried to block Dean's voice as he neared Malfoy but something made his stomach lurch, "Ouch!" came Dean, " Wow! Two sharp hit from the Slytherin Beaters! The bludgers went flying right into the Gryffindor chasers !Seto Kaiba to the head and Katie Bell to the arm! Both down with no look of returning to the game! THERE ARE NO CHASERS LEFT FOR GRYFFINDOR!" The roar of sobbing fangirls was louder than the Slytherin cheers.
Harry neared Malfoy closer and closer, passing Katie's body on the ground. He heard the sound of goals being made as the Slytherins hung around the Gryffindor posts, driving Ron insane trying to protect all three hoops. Harry neared the ground more and more, the Snitch was nearing where Katie lay unconscious. Malfoy was getting closer. Closer and closer. Slapping the Slytherin's hand away, the snitch disappeared. Harry sighed. The Slytherin's kept on scoring, and there was no way to stop it. He relaxed a bit as Ginny slowly got up on her broom and re-entered the game.
"Weasley re-enters the game! Gryffindor has another chance! OH, and Andrew Kirk knocks off two Slytherin chasers in one blow! Gryffindor has another scoring chance, one chaser each!
Harry then saw the small golden ball, hovering near the Gryffindor goalpost. Malfoy was searching on the other end of the stadium. Harry made a dive for it, zipping past the Slytherins trying to block him as he grabbed the small golden ball.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! 290-260!" Harry touched ground and met up with his friends helping up Katie and Seto. Ginny hobbled up to them.
"Yes! We won!" she said, a little dazed.
"Are you sure you'll alright?" asked Ron.
"Fine," she said, if possible, stars would be flying around her.
Katie leaned onto Yami. "at least my elbow is in one piece."
"Congratulations, Harry on winning!" exclaimed Ryou.
"It was an intense game," said Yami, looking at Seto on the ground.
"Well, all Quidditch games are," said Ginny, "usually someone gets hurt."
"Dementors, Dragons, bludgers…" muttered Madame Pomfrey, "one scenario to the next around here! Why do you bother playing such dangerous sports?"
"It's fun…" said Harry. This match was one of the bloodiest matches Harry had ever been in. Once the teachers had returned to the castle, the Slytherin team picked bully on the Gryffindors. Andrew and Jack were supporting new black eyes and broken noses, Set stood, supporting a semi-conscious Seto and holding damp cloth to the back of his former host's head as there were a lack of beds at the moment, and Katie had a dislocated shoulder and a broken rib.
"Quidditch should be for professionals only," Madame Pomfrey went on, "too many of you are here on a regular basis."
"Well, I don't like these matches, either," said Set as Madame Pomfrey went into the back room, "A good duel is better!"
"Now you're talking my language, high priest, and look at that. I thought of you as Pharaoh's pet!"
"Uh huh," said Set, uncertainly, "wait, what?"
The thief laughed and left the room. "Sometimes, I'll never understand him," said Ryou, sighing.
After dismissing a few more Slytherins, Madame Pomfrey got to Seto. "As for you," she gave him a small glass. "Drink."
Seto looked at the contents. The liquid was a thick, murky-green color and reeked of gym socks. Yugi held his fingers to his nose, "that reeks…"
"Blood-replenishing potion," said Madame Pomfrey, "and if you don't drink it…"
Seto grimaced, but gulped the glass in one shot. It was in his mouth for about two seconds before it came right back out. Madame Pomfrey threw her hands into the air.
"You students! If it isn't pumpkin juice, it's disgusting! You drink that, the entire thing, and it had better go down the hatch! Potter! Why is it your friends are the most difficult patients in the entire school!"
"We're special," said Harry sarcastically.
Seto took another cup, kept it in his mouth when he swallowed it, and then leaned against the pillow of the now-empty bed, a load of bandages wrapped around so much, it reminded Yugi of Professor Shadi's turban.
The doors to the hospital opened and Crabbe and Goyle came in, supporting Malfoy, who looked as if he had survived a thirty hippogriff attack.
"Merlin! What happened?" the nurse rushed over and put Malfoy on the next bed.
"We were jumped," said Crabbe, pointing at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "by them!"
"US?" Hermione was shocked.
"Well, no, not them exactly. Gryffindors. And him!" yelled Goyle, pointing right at Ryou's nose.
"Me?" Ryou was appalled, "I was here the entire time!"
"How? You attacked Draco!"
"I did not!"
As if on cue, Yami Bakura entered the infirmary. "Hello all!"
"HIM!" Crabbe and Goyle immediately sprang on Bakura, forgetting all about Malfoy. Yami Yugi was very confused, for he didn't see the thief leave the room.
"When did you leave?" asked the Pharaoh.
"Ah, the strength of thieves. You never know where they'll turn up. A marvelous thing!" Upon seeing Crabbe and Goyle, he ran like Roadrunner out of the hospital, the two burly Slytherins behind.
"There! I drank the stupid thing!"
"Good. After one more dose in an hour, you can leave."
"Finally."
"Tomorrow".
"…what?"
"You need rest and I want to keep an eye on you here. After tomorrow you may leave."
She threw him a pair of flannel pajamas. "The rest of you will have to leave now." Madame Pomfrey went to check on Katie and Malfoy as Harry and the others left for Gryffindor Tower.
"So I can't use the Millennium Eye!" said Voldemort, upset. "I'll take another! Now where is Snape?" Like everyone else in this story, Snape came in as if on cue. (Really, the timing is extraordinary…wish I could get to class on time like that…)
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want the Millennium…hmmm…Eye? No already have that…Ankh?…Nah…I know! I want the Millennium Rod!"
"The Millennium Rod?" repeated Snape.
"Yes, you heard me, you deaf idiot! I just said it twice! The Millennium Rod. You know what a Rod is right? Long pole-type of thing…" Voldemort demonstrated with his hands as if Snape was in kindergarten.
"Yes, master, I know what you mean…"
"Good. Actually, better. Go fetch me the other six items! Don't return until you have at least one. You can do that, right?"
"Yes, sir," said Snape irritated with his master's behavior. I am not a child! He left and Voldemort logged onto VOIM, otherwise known as Villains Online Instant Messenger.
Psychoruler681 (random user): Hey Tommy!
Potter'sKiller (Voldemort): That's Lord Voldemort to you, idiotic nincompoop imbecile!
Psychoruler681: Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy-Voldy-boy! Hahaha!
Potter'sKiller: I don't have to put up with you! Heck, I don't even know who you are! NOBODY CALLS ME TOMMY!
Psychoruler681: Tommy!
Potter'sKiller has just signed offEven though he signed off, the next message appeared.
Psychoruler681: Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Haha! You're name is Tommy! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Voldemort pounded the table in frustration. He online friend insulted him!
VOIM has no meaning to me anymore! He clicked on his favorite site, Rule the World DOT com, (which the authoress reminds all that it does NOT exist). He saw the owner of the page marked an update.
-Sorry, but due to the way large number of hits to the Millennium Item Page, (those interested, the number is 4,549,872,834,738,736,483,473,487,634,299,284,736,552,304,374 (unpronounceable really large number) where the rest of the hits to the site were 56) the Millennium Item section will be shortly closed down. Thank you.-
Voldemort read the message over and over again as if the words would change. Rule the World is being shut down? Nooooooooooooooo! Quickly, the evil psycho who's evil plans never worked got to work printing off every page on the site having to do with the Millennium Items.
Seto left the hospital the next afternoon with a clean bill of health. The only thing he had to do as "medical orders" were to be more careful in playing Quidditch and to not bump the back of his head on anything (well why would one do that anyway?).
It was just in time for the next Hogsmeade trip, only a short while from the Christmas Holidays.
"Aren't you coming, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"No, not this time, the place loses its appeal after a while…maybe next time. Besides, I have to finish Professor Vector's assignment."
"If you say so," said Yugi.
"I'll get you something since you won't be going," said Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement.
" See you – ARGH!" Ryou dived under an armchair to avoid a water balloon hit the floor where he stood moments before. Everyone looked up to see Yami Bakura hanging in the chandelier (like Scooby Doo would if he was hiding from a ghost, he would sit in the "cup" of the chandelier), an arsenal of water balloons ready to fire with him.
"Poo, I missed! Ryou, what can't you stay still?"
"I value my existence, thank you very much," said the boy from the underside of the chair.
Natasha rolled her eyes. Okay then…
"C'mon," said Marik. Yami Bakura jumped down from the chandelier and tossed a balloon under the squashy chair. "You lose, Ryou!"
"ACK! I'm wet!" Ryou squealed as he ran out of the common room.
Everyone but Hermione joined him.
Later that day, a person under an invisibility cloak walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Pharaoh's Destiny."
"Who's there?" asked the Fat Lady, obviously seeing no one. Everyone knows not to talk to strangers, at least you would hope. Well, the same goes with talking pictures guarding secret doors. If they hear a voice from nowhere and can't see anyone, the door does not open.
"Pharaoh's Destiny!"
"…wrong password!" screamed the Fat Lady and she left her painting.
What? Thought Snape, how can it be wrong! Someone just walked in using that same combination……
Now he had to wait for her to come back. He had loads of time, so what do all evil-doers on a Voldemort mission do? Well, read on.
First, Snape went into the kitchens for a jelly donut. Then, with jelly around his mouth he returned to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady was still missing. While the Potions Master waited, he sat on the floor in the hall, surrounded by the cloak, and pulled out a book called War and Peace (The authoress doesn't own that either). He read on and on, but the Fat Lady didn't return. Snape was getting worried. What if the Dark Mark went off before he got the items? He had to go directly to his master. Snape thought of this before hand.
After three hours of reading and waiting, Snape did his backup plan. He cried. He cried, cried, and cried, and stopped after five minutes. A line was outside the Gryffindor entrance. Soon the line of patient and impatient Gryffindors reached the end of the long corridor. Snape got up, wiped away any leftover tears, and got in line. The minutes went by, and Snape needed to go to the bathroom. He ran down the hall, into the nearest lavatory , and when he came out, someone had taken his place in line. Snape frowned, he was so close to the common room, now he was three hallways away! There is only one thing to do in a time like this! He thought, and then cried some more, making his robes and the invisibility cloak all wet.
(Okay, the authoress had enough Snape humor, on to everyone else)
"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks," said Ron..
"Okay," Natasha shrugged
"We went there last time," argued Yami.
"I know! We're all going to the Hogshead!"
Everyone looked at Bakura.
"Why?" asked Set, "It doesn't look like the most student-friendly place in the village."
"Hello? Earth to Priest! Why else would I want to go there!"
Soon it broke into an all-out war.
"Hogshead!"
"Broomsticks!"
"Hogshead!"
"Broomsticks!"
"Madame Pudifoot's!" yelled Ryou and Yugi together. Now the arguing Pharaoh, Priest and Thief turned to them.
"Why?"
"I dunno," said Yugi.
"To make you stop fighting," said Ryou, glaring at his other half.
"I have a better idea," said Harry.
"It better say Hogshead in it," muttered Bakura. Set punched his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Why don't we go back to the school? It seems the teachers are rallying us up."
"Ok, oh wait! I have to get something for Hermione!" Ron ran into Honeyduke's Candy and came back with a small box.
The group, weighed down with their many purchases, headed back into the castle. By now, the line was gone, but Snape had fallen asleep waiting and crying and was still locked outside the common room. He woke when he heard their voices.
"Pharaoh's Destiny," said Seto and the portrait swung open, allowing them to pass, and for Snape to sneak in as well. The potions teacher snuck around the boys' dorm, going through trunk after trunk, but finding nothing as his mark burned. He sighed in defeat. The Dark Lord was sure to kill him after this failure. He left the common room, preparing for the consequences.
Voldemort had rounded onto poor Snape the minute he entered the Riddle House.
"Well?" snarled the sorcerer.
"The items are on the holders themselves,"
"Which ones?"
"The Ring, Puzzle, and Rod. Professor Shadi owns the Key and Scales and ownership of the Necklace is uncertain.
"The Millennium Necklace is owned by Ishizu Ishtar, who is visiting Hogwarts from her home in Cairo, where she works at the Egyptian Academy for the Magically Inclined."
Snape nodded.
"Who has the other three?"
"Students."
"No, really! SNAPE! DO I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT!"
"No sir!" he squeaked. Snape was very, very scared.
"Which students?"
"Yugi Muto owns the puzzle, Seto Kaiba with the Rod and Ryou Bakura with the Ring."
"Hmm…"
Good, thought Snape, Master is thinking…
"Hmm…"
Good. If the Dark Lord is thinking, it can mean that he's thinking of another genius master plan…or my next punishment…
"Hmm…" Then the light bulb went off in Voldemort's head. "That's it!"
"What's it?" asked Lucius, playing with a Yo-yo.
"During the Christmas vacation, while everyone is drunk on eggnog, steal the items!"
"But sir," said Bellatrix, fiddling with her nails, "we don't know if they even like eggnog!"
"Oh," said Voldemort, his plan shooting downward. "Better yet! During the Christmas Holidays, steal the items and the item holders if you must! Now, Lucius, Nott, you will go after the Millennium Ring. Bella and MacNair will tackle the Rod and Crabbe and Goyle can confiscate the Millennium Puzzle!" His eyes were wide with excitement, "Take as long as you need, but only take the item-holder if it is ABSOLUTLEY necessary! Any questions?"
All of the present death eaters went into single file formation giving a soldier's salute.
"NO SIR!" they all shouted at once and apparated away.
Okay, I tried to make this chapter funny. At least I thought it was funny.
Yami Bakura: (snoring loudly)
Mr. Moo-Moo (cow plushie, who likes to eat marshmallows and French fries, and also uses unwanted flames to toast his marshmallows): Why can't I sleep! Moo! (Cow translation: Moo Moo Mooo, Mooo! ) Grr! Muahahaha! (shoves marshmallows down Yami Bakura's throat) (Cow translation: Grr! Muahahaha!)
Yami Bakura: (cough, cough) XP
Mr. Moo-Moo: Yey! No more sleepless nights! I killed him. (Cow translation: Yey! Mo Mooo Moo)
Natasha Edwards and Hermione Granger enter and comfort the cow
Natasha: Sorry, Moo-Moo. You can't kill what's already dead.
Mr. Moo-Moo: oh…(cries) (Cow translation: Moo? (cries))
Yami Bakura: (manages to swallow marshmallows and keeps on snoring)
Hermione: Please review!