Woohoo! Yay reviews! Okay, answers to questions. Will Sirius play pranks on Snape? Actually, we hadn't thought about that, but since you've mentioned it, will be sure to put something in. Yes, there will be Heather/Sirius fluff, but not unhealthily so (it's not under the romance genre, remember?). There will probably also be Bridget/Remus fluff, but not as much, since we don't see them every day (actually, you won't see them for awhile. I think Remus comes back in chapter 32. Hm.) And Sirius has his own room. Not sure where it is, but yeah. Anywho---The plot and any characters J.K. never put her books are ours, but nothing else!
Chapter 30
Quidditch, Unruly Seekers, and Illegal Duels
"Zorro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What?!?" Hermione cried.
"Ron, wake up! We have a Quidditch game in one hour!"
"Wha??? Okay, okay, I'm up, really."
"What was that all about???"
"Oh, nothing Hermione. Just a really weird dream."
"Yeah…I can tell."
"Get up!" Harry yelled.
"Right! Sorry."
"You should be."
"Sirius, what are you doing here?"
"I believe I'm allowed to visit people in the Hospital Wing. Besides, I'd rather Gryffindor won this game, thank you very much."
"Fine, I'm going, I'm going."
"Well, we're better than a stupid little lion. Roar."
Two first-years, a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw, were in a heated debate of whose mascot was better. (A/N-yes, that's us)
"I like my lion, thank you very much. At least it's not a badger."
"Well, a badger would be cuter than a lion, and, in case you haven't noticed, we don't have a badger either."
"My lion's better than your, what is it?"
"A raven! No, wait, it's an eagle."
"But it's RAVENclaw!"
"You're right! What is the mascot?"
"Hey!" The two girls looked up in fear and saw Sirius Black standing in front of them, holding out his hand. "Sorry about that little mishap in the Great Hall. I really didn't intend to turn you plaid."
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"
"Emily, it's okay, it'll-Emily? Emily?!? Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" With that, Kelly ran off to join her friend in the stands.
"Hm. It seems I don't have that old charm I used to…"
"Hello everyone! Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a mass murderer bent on killing everyone within a ten-mile radius; I am, in fact, the Quidditch commentator and, unfortunately, your co-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Welcome to…um-the Quidditch pitch!"
Harry heard Sirius's voice carrying into the Gryffindor locker room as he and his fellow teammates prepared to do something. He, Ron, and Ginny exchanged looks.
"And here is your Gryffindor team, much better than any of your other stupid excuses for Quidditch players-"
"Mr. Black, that will do," McGonagall warned.
"So anyway, we have Kirke, Sloper, Thomas, Perkins, Weasley, Weasley, and, my personal favorite, Potter!"
Cheers rang out from a large, red-clad portion of the stands, as boos erupted from the Slytherin end.
"And, for those of you who happen to be unfortunate enough to have landed yourselves in Ravenclaw, here's Goldstein, Quirke, Turpin, Li, Ackerly, Boot, and-uh…Chooooo? Hmm…Choo Chung. Hey! Sounds like chimichanga. I could go for one of those right about now. With chicken…"
"Ahem, Mister Black, would you mind commentating?"
"Oh, right. Anyway we-oh! Hey, look, they already started!" Sirius cried as Harry flew past his head. Cho was close behind.
"If you had any brains at all you'd realize that my name is CHO!!!!!!"
"Sorry Choo!" Sirius called after her.
"I believe you're supposed to be commentating."
"I am commentating, thank you very much, Minnie!"
"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times-DON'T CALL ME MINNIE!"
"Whatever you say Minnie. Anyway, Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor has the Quaffle…nice move there…shoots…blocked by keeper Boot of Ravenclaw…stupid keeper…uh, someone from Ravenclaw takes the Quaffle, ooh, hit hard by a Bludger from Kirke…Quaffle taken by Perkins of Gryffindor, shoots-SCORES!!!!!!! Ten to none! HA! Take that, stupid Ravenclaw!"
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry McGonagall! So…where's the Quaffle?"
"SIRIUS BLACK, GIVE ME THAT MICROPHONE!!"
"Hey, it's mine, you can't have it!"
"I am the deputy headmistress, I can take it if I so desire!"
"Can not!"
"Can too, Mr. Black, so HAND IT OVER!"
"Make me!"
"Fine then. Accio!"
"Hey! Get your own!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Ha! Missed m-hey! Give that back!"
"I should think not!"
"Well, I should think so!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't particularly care about what you think."
"Well, you should."
Out on the Quidditch field, another fight was breaking out, involving a pair of Seekers. Said Seekers had abandoned their brooms and were rolling around on the Pitch, throwing punches at each other.
"I don't care who pushed who off first, Potter, I'm going to whack some manners into you!"
"Me?!? Somebody needs a reality check!"
"Are you implying something, Potter??"
"I'm implying a lot of things, actually."
"You're a horrible Quidditch player."
"You're the one that fell off first."
"You fell off in third year because of some lousy Dementor!"
"That doesn't count."
"It does too!"
"How would you like to hear people screaming every time a Dementor gets close to you, huh?"
"You hear people screaming? You're crazier than I thought you were, which is saying something."
"Shut up, you old hag."
"Cedric wouldn't have even started fighting!"
"Yeah, well, I'm not Cedric!"
"You're just jealous of him!"
"Don't you dare bring Cedric into this!!"
"I'll bring whoever I want into it! And by the way, you're a horrible kisser!"
"I'm a horrible kisser? Who was crying the entire time?"
"Just because you're too insensitive to understand girls and any emotion besides pride doesn't mean you can go around-"
Suddenly, Sirius and McGonagall's voices made their way into the conversation.
"GET HER, HARRY!!!!"
"Sirius Black, GIVE ME BACK THAT MICROPHONE!!!!!"
"No, wait, Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor scores! Happy now?"
"No!"
"Your godfather's a real loser," Cho jeered, struggling to get out of Harry's grasp.
"Take that back, you-" Harry had made to smack her in the face but accidentally caught the Snitch in the process, which had apparently flown in-between them. They both stared at it for a few seconds before Harry threw his hand up into the air in triumph. He heard a quick "Gryffindor wins!" from Sirius before McGonagall yanked the microphone away from him.
Jumping back on his Firebolt, Harry had every intention of parading around the field. However, just as he pushed the broom forward, Cho grabbed onto the tail. Harry screamed as the broom jerked forward, throwing both Cho and him into the stands. It then shot forward and pelted Malfoy in the face.
Harry had crashed into Professor McGonagall, who gave him a strong, "Mr. Potter!" which he ignored as he got to his feet and ran off to get back at Cho. She had collided with Snape, and heard a whispered "Slap him for me, Chang.," which she intended to do. They met dangerously close to the edge of the stands and Harry attempted to give Cho a good blow on the head. However, his flight through the air and into the Transfiguration teacher had left him rather dazed, and he missed terribly. He heard Malfoy laughing close by and threw out an arm, successfully whacking Draco in the nose.
"POTTER, YOU FREAK!!" Malfoy gave Harry an extremely hard shove; Harry stumbled backwards grabbed onto the closest thing he could reach, which happened to be Cho's wrist. She screamed and fell backwards as well, toppling over the edge of the stands and holding onto it with her free hand.
"Hmm. You know, Harry, this leaves me in an interesting position."
"Don't you dare let go, Chang!"
"You idiot, why would I let go? I'd fall too! However, unless you get your hands off my arm, we'll both fall."
"We will not, someone will get us." As soon as he had spoken, Malfoy leaned over the side, holding out Harry's Firebolt.
"Here, hold on to this I'll pull you up! Wait a second, what am I doing??" With that, he started hitting Cho with the broom. "Nothing against you, Chang!" Her hand slipped off, but, due to Seeker reflexes, she grabbed onto Harry's broomstick. While she was adjusting her grip, Harry's lost his on her wrist and he caught her ankle. Cho pulled herself up onto the broom and sped towards the ground. About ten feet from the grass, she successfully shook him off and he fell onto the Pitch.
"Harry, mate, you okay?" Harry opened his eyes and found Ron staring at him. The Chasers were behind him with looks of concern on their faces. He held out his hand, helped Harry get to his feet and supported him for a few seconds while Harry regained his balance. Sirius came up to them with a dejected look on his face.
"You should've beaten her to a pulp, you know."
"I would've gotten detention for that, Sirius."
"You already did."
"What?!? With you and Heather, right?"
"No. Dear old Snivelly requested you before I could."
"Of course."
"Good news is that you've got it with your girlfriend!"
"She-is-not-my-girlfriend."
"Yeah, sure, that's what you want us to think," Sirius teased.
"By the way," Ron added, "I think we'll be needing a couple more beaters."
"Why?"
"Kirke and Sloper kind of…hit each other in the head with their clubs." Harry simply shook his head as they walked off the pitch.
Not long afterwards, Harry was wandering around the halls when he met up with none other than Draco Malfoy, his nose, unfortunately, healed perfectly.
"Potter, you are going to pay for that."
"Shove off, Malfoy, you deserved it."
"Whether or not I deserved it, you'll come to the top of the Astronomy tower tonight at midnight. Alone. For a duel."
"You actually going to come this time? Or just try to get me expelled?"
"Of course I'll come, will you?"
"What do you take me for, a nasty little Slytherin? I'm not in Gryffindor for nothing, you know."
"Good. Better start saying your prayers now, Potter."
Harry was able to sneak away that night under the cover of his invisibility cloak. Luckily, he didn't run into Peeves, Mrs. Norris, Sirius, Heather, Dumbledore, or any other teacher. He reached the astronomy tower shortly before midnight to find Malfoy waiting for him, true to his word.
"Ready, Potter?"
"What do you think?"
"Right then. Tarantallegra!" Harry dodged the spell and soon the air was thick with hexes and charms.
"Accio wand!"
"Stupify!"
"Rictusempra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Furnunculus!"
"Incendio!"
Harry was able to avoid all of Malfoy's spells, but, in the process, was put on the defensive and kept backing farther and farther away from the center of the tower. Suddenly he was hit forcefully in the chest by a strung gust of wind from Draco's wand and slammed into the wall. After two more blasts, Harry got unsteadily to his feet and prepared to fight back. However, he never got the chance. As soon as he was up, Malfoy shot a strong reductor curse. Harry laughed inwardly at Draco's aim when it hit the ground near his feet. When he heard Malfoy's own laughter though, he suddenly realized something-He was standing on the very edge of the tower, and Malfoy had just destroyed the brick he had been standing on. Losing his balance, Harry fell backwards and felt his hand grip the crumbling rocks.
A smirking Draco Malfoy came up to him, wand in hand. His smile grew as he shot out his last spell. "Crucio!" Writhing in pain, Harry let go of the tower and fell at an astounding speed towards the ground, which happened to be a good 200 feet away…
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