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WHITE LILIES

CHAPTER NINE: CRASH

What's wrong with me? Why am I trembling?

I was walking alone towards the Quidditch Pitch, feeling very uneasy. It was Gryffindor's match against Ravenclaw and everyone was wearing rosettes and badges and even some huge banners with the color and logo of the team they are supporting. The Slytherins, who had chosen to support Ravenclaw, were all wearing blue and white colored badges and rosettes. Slytherin lost the game against us and Malfoy kept on blabbing about how Harry cheated him by using a Confundus charm on him. I know they would love to have revenge and, knowing the Slytherins, they'd want everyone to witness their gruesome and violent punishment.

Maybe that's why I'm feeling so troubled. This day would be the perfect day for their plan. I could sense that something very bad is going to happen.

The stands were now starting to fill up with students and teachers who came to watch the match. I sat beside the other Gryffindors who are all looking excited. I tried hard to convince myself that everything is going to be fine.

After some minutes, the crowd went wild as the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams emerged from the end of the field, from their locker rooms. I saw Harry, his Firebolt on his shoulder, leading the rest of the Gryffindor team towards the center of the field where Madam Hooch was waiting with the chest that kept the four balls. I could see that he's nervous and he kept on switching the positions of his Firebolt. Then Madam Hooch told him and the Ravenclaw captain some things and they shook hands afterwards. They all mounted their brooms and waited for the signal to start the game.

Good luck, Harry...

Prrttt!

The whistle sounded and fourteen players kicked off from the ground. Four balls shot out into the air and I had a glimpse of the tiny, golden Snitch before it disappeared. The players now started zooming across the field and I saw Ron fly towards the three goal hoops and staying in front of the middle one. Please, play brilliant today, Ron, I thought to myself.

"Gryffindor in possession," said the magnified voice of the Hufflepuff commentator, Poker, who replaced Lee Jordan. "Ginny Weasley with the Quaffle, passed it to Dean Thomas who dodged Pidgeon of Ravenclaw, threw it to Seamus Finnigan who returned it to Weasley – and she scores!"

The Gryffindors cheered and I clapped with them. There was a loud 'boo' from the Slytherins' end they started singing 'Weasley Is Our King.'

"Oh no..." I muttered and looked over to Ron. He was trying to make his face straight but his ears were in a deep shade of red.

"Ah, not another chorus of that song!" The commentator said. "Anyway, Bobbins with the Quaffle! He slipped pass Thomas, passed the ball to Hiffler who went straight towards the Gryffindor goal with only the Keeper to beat..."

Weasley Is Our King

He's born in a bin...

"And he scores!" yelled Poker. "That's ten-ten to Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindors groaned and the Ravenclaws and Slytherins applauded. The singing grew louder, drowning the commentator's voice.

He cannot save a single ring

Weasley Is Our King!

"The Quaffle's with Finnigan but Perkins intercepted him and took the Quaffle! Ravenclaws are doing well! But where the Gryffindor Beaters? Why aren't they doing their job?"

I noticed that, too, and looked around for the Beaters, Sloper and Peakes. I saw them tailing Harry, swinging their bats fiercely against the Bludgers that was trying to attack him.

"Look!" shouted Poker. "The Bludgers seem to attack only one player!"

"Oh, not again!" I exclaimed and clutched the edge of my seat tightly. Bludgers! This would be the second time Harry's being attacked by Bludgers. The first time has been tampered with by Dobby...

A realization hit me as I looked at the other end of the Quidditch Pitch where the Slytherins sat. "Malfoy," I whispered when I saw him sniggering. His friends were all clapping him on the back as if they were congratulating him for something. And it's pretty obvious what it was all about.

The game still continued for no one called for a time-out. Both of the teams scored a lot of goals but Gryffindor was still in the lead with ninety points while Ravenclaws was with sixty. Harry was still being chased by both of the Bludgers. Then, there was a sudden commotion on the Ravenclaws' end. They were all jumping excitedly at their seats and were pointing at something. I followed their gazes and my eyes fell on the Ravenclaw Seeker chasing after the Snitch, only a couple of feet above the ground. All of a sudden, Harry dived and was on the other Seeker's tail followed by two Bludgers. He was now gaining on the Ravenclaw Seeker and after two seconds, he was now in the lead. They were going at top speed but the Ravenclaw Seeker gave up and pulled back, fearing that he might crash. But Harry went on and fear overwhelmed me.

"Noo! Stop!" I yelled at the top of my lungs but I know he didn't hear me for everyone's shouting with me. What does he think he's doing? Is he mad? He's going to crash!

I buried my face in my hands to cover everything from view. I tightly shut my eyes. I couldn't look. I couldn't breathe. Then I heard a loud crash and everyone groaned. The girl beside me screamed and I felt my knees go weak.