Chapter 13
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The crowd roared as the Quiddich game started.
" Kagome could you explain this to me again?"
" No time, just watch." The balls were released and fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of Her eyes Kagome saw Ron streak off toward the goal hoops. He zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold, she new was the snitch.
" And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me-"
" JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
" Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of intrest- and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's- ouch- been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. Montague catches the Quaffle, George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away-"
Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium making Inuyasha flatten his ears to his head to dull it all.
" - dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger- close call, Alicia- and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"
And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and cleat from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands.
Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherin sing:
Weasley is our king
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our king.
"- and Alicia passes back to Angelinga!" Lee shouted. " Come on now, Angelins- looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! - SHE SHOOTS- SHE- ahhhh."
Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Ailicia and Katie; the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron-
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King,
"- and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead-" A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below.
Weasly cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring.
"- so it's the first test for Gryffindor Keeper Weasly, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a Promising new talent of the team- come on Ron!"
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherin end; Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them, straight through his central hoop.
" Slytherin score!" came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booming from the crowds below. " So that's ten points to Slytherin- bad luck Ron."
The Slytherin sang even louder:
WAESLY WAS BORN IN A BIN,
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN.
It rang in his ears.
WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN.
WEASLY CANNOT SAVE A THING
THAT'S WHY ALL SLYTHERIN SING:
WEASLY IS OUR KING
WEASLY IS OUR KING
WEASLY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN,
WEASLY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN
Inuyasha say Harry dive to the ground then actually hit the ground. And he heard the harsh words of Malfoy down on the field.
... Down on the field...
" Save Weasley's neck again have you?" he said to Harry. " I've never seen a worse Keeper. but then again he was born in a bin. Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
" We wanted to write more verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. " But we couldn't find rhymes for far and ugly- we wanted to sing about his mother see-"
" Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.
"- we couldn't fit in useless loser either- for his father, you know- "
Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about, Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy
"Leave it." Said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. " Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jump-up little-"
"- but you like the Weasleys don't you Potter?" said Malfoy sneering. " Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay."
Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
" Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, " you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach-
" Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear the girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did no care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled " IPEDIMENTA!" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach.
" What are you doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other; her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the back round. " I've never seen behavior like it- back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to you Head of House's office! Go! Now!"
Harry and George turned on their heels and marched off the pitch, both panting neither saying a word to each other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they could here nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised Malfoy's jaw; looking down he saw the Snitch's silver wings protruding from his fingers, struggling to get free.
They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagall's office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode toward them, looking livid.
"In!" she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside onto the floor. " Well?" she said. " I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two one one! Explain yourselves!"
" Malfoy provoked us." Harry said stiffly.
" Provoked you?!" shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open littering the ground with them. " He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said to justified what you two-"
" He insulted my parents," snarled George. " And Harry's mother."
" But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch you brawl, did you?"
" Hem, hem.."
George and Harry both wheeled around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had to come to associate with imminent misery.
" May I help, Professor McGonagall?" asked Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice. Blood rushed to Professor McGonagall's face.
"Help?" she repeated in a constricted voice. " What do you mean, 'help'?" Professor Umbridge moved forward into the office, still smiling her sickly smile.
" Why I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority." Harry would have not been surprised to see Professor McGonagall breath fire at that time.
"Well you thought wrong," she said turning her back on Umbridge. " Now you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you posses, your behavior was disgusting and I am giving each of you a weeks worth of detention! Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever-"
" Hem, hem"
"Yes?" McGonagall turned around with her last stands of patience on the line.
" I think they deserve rather more than detentions," said Umbridge, still smiling. McGonagalls eyes flew open.
" But unfortunatly," she said trying to sound sad, " it it what I think that counts, as they are in my house Dolores."
" Well, actually Minerva,: simpered Umbridge, " I think you'll find that it does count. Now where is it? Cornelius just sent it to me.. I mean. The Minister just sent it." She pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unrolled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read. " ' Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five."
" Not another one!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
" Well yes," Umbridge said still smiling. " As a matter of factm Minerva, it was you who made me see that we need a further amendment. You remember how you overrode me, when I was un-willing to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted to Minister at once, and he quited agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she- that is to say, I- would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don't you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming? Dreadful tempers. Any way, I was reading out our amendent.
The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punisments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertiting to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members.
Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minster of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, ..."
She rolled up the parchment and put it back into ther handbag, still smiling.
" So I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again," She said ...
It was night before Malfoy left the pitch. Inuyasha really didn't care what happened to Malfoy down on the field, but what he was going to do to him now. Malfoy came out of the pitch with a wet cloth on his face. Inuyasha landed right infront of him.
" You think what you did was funny?" He asked bearing his fangs.
" Yeah, and ti didn't even hurt. Potter's a weakling." Inuysaha only glared harder.
" Your lying, I can smell it."
"You couldn't have heard what I said." Inuysaha pointed to his ears, that were twitching with anger. He stepped forward and lifted Malfoy by the collar.
" An if you tell any one about what I'm going to do tonight. I'll kill you and make it look like an accident." Malfoy went paler than he already was.
Well that was long... Please review so I can Do what you want, should Miroku play Quidditch, and should I bring Sango in? Please tell me in a review!
Please review, I've been thinking about having Miroku play Quiddich. What do you guys think. I know you guys think you want to lynch me because it took so long to post, but tell me your thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor do I Harry Potter
I thank you all for reviewing!!
The crowd roared as the Quiddich game started.
" Kagome could you explain this to me again?"
" No time, just watch." The balls were released and fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of Her eyes Kagome saw Ron streak off toward the goal hoops. He zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold, she new was the snitch.
" And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me-"
" JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
" Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of intrest- and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's- ouch- been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. Montague catches the Quaffle, George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away-"
Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium making Inuyasha flatten his ears to his head to dull it all.
" - dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger- close call, Alicia- and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"
And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and cleat from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands.
Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherin sing:
Weasley is our king
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our king.
"- and Alicia passes back to Angelinga!" Lee shouted. " Come on now, Angelins- looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! - SHE SHOOTS- SHE- ahhhh."
Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Ailicia and Katie; the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron-
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King,
"- and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead-" A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below.
Weasly cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring.
"- so it's the first test for Gryffindor Keeper Weasly, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a Promising new talent of the team- come on Ron!"
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherin end; Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them, straight through his central hoop.
" Slytherin score!" came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booming from the crowds below. " So that's ten points to Slytherin- bad luck Ron."
The Slytherin sang even louder:
WAESLY WAS BORN IN A BIN,
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN.
It rang in his ears.
WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN.
WEASLY CANNOT SAVE A THING
THAT'S WHY ALL SLYTHERIN SING:
WEASLY IS OUR KING
WEASLY IS OUR KING
WEASLY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN,
WEASLY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN
Inuyasha say Harry dive to the ground then actually hit the ground. And he heard the harsh words of Malfoy down on the field.
... Down on the field...
" Save Weasley's neck again have you?" he said to Harry. " I've never seen a worse Keeper. but then again he was born in a bin. Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
" We wanted to write more verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. " But we couldn't find rhymes for far and ugly- we wanted to sing about his mother see-"
" Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.
"- we couldn't fit in useless loser either- for his father, you know- "
Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about, Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy
"Leave it." Said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. " Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jump-up little-"
"- but you like the Weasleys don't you Potter?" said Malfoy sneering. " Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay."
Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
" Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, " you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach-
" Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear the girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did no care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled " IPEDIMENTA!" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach.
" What are you doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other; her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the back round. " I've never seen behavior like it- back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to you Head of House's office! Go! Now!"
Harry and George turned on their heels and marched off the pitch, both panting neither saying a word to each other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they could here nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised Malfoy's jaw; looking down he saw the Snitch's silver wings protruding from his fingers, struggling to get free.
They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagall's office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode toward them, looking livid.
"In!" she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside onto the floor. " Well?" she said. " I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two one one! Explain yourselves!"
" Malfoy provoked us." Harry said stiffly.
" Provoked you?!" shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open littering the ground with them. " He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said to justified what you two-"
" He insulted my parents," snarled George. " And Harry's mother."
" But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch you brawl, did you?"
" Hem, hem.."
George and Harry both wheeled around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had to come to associate with imminent misery.
" May I help, Professor McGonagall?" asked Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice. Blood rushed to Professor McGonagall's face.
"Help?" she repeated in a constricted voice. " What do you mean, 'help'?" Professor Umbridge moved forward into the office, still smiling her sickly smile.
" Why I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority." Harry would have not been surprised to see Professor McGonagall breath fire at that time.
"Well you thought wrong," she said turning her back on Umbridge. " Now you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you posses, your behavior was disgusting and I am giving each of you a weeks worth of detention! Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever-"
" Hem, hem"
"Yes?" McGonagall turned around with her last stands of patience on the line.
" I think they deserve rather more than detentions," said Umbridge, still smiling. McGonagalls eyes flew open.
" But unfortunatly," she said trying to sound sad, " it it what I think that counts, as they are in my house Dolores."
" Well, actually Minerva,: simpered Umbridge, " I think you'll find that it does count. Now where is it? Cornelius just sent it to me.. I mean. The Minister just sent it." She pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unrolled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read. " ' Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five."
" Not another one!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
" Well yes," Umbridge said still smiling. " As a matter of factm Minerva, it was you who made me see that we need a further amendment. You remember how you overrode me, when I was un-willing to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted to Minister at once, and he quited agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she- that is to say, I- would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don't you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming? Dreadful tempers. Any way, I was reading out our amendent.
The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punisments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertiting to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members.
Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minster of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, ..."
She rolled up the parchment and put it back into ther handbag, still smiling.
" So I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again," She said ...
It was night before Malfoy left the pitch. Inuyasha really didn't care what happened to Malfoy down on the field, but what he was going to do to him now. Malfoy came out of the pitch with a wet cloth on his face. Inuyasha landed right infront of him.
" You think what you did was funny?" He asked bearing his fangs.
" Yeah, and ti didn't even hurt. Potter's a weakling." Inuysaha only glared harder.
" Your lying, I can smell it."
"You couldn't have heard what I said." Inuysaha pointed to his ears, that were twitching with anger. He stepped forward and lifted Malfoy by the collar.
" An if you tell any one about what I'm going to do tonight. I'll kill you and make it look like an accident." Malfoy went paler than he already was.
Well that was long... Please review so I can Do what you want, should Miroku play Quidditch, and should I bring Sango in? Please tell me in a review!
Please review, I've been thinking about having Miroku play Quiddich. What do you guys think. I know you guys think you want to lynch me because it took so long to post, but tell me your thoughts.