Hey, guys! Here on the 23rd and trying to write a fanfiction in 2 days. Ahhhh!
I really hope I get to publish this on Christmas day! I can't believe I made that promise. I'm VERY annoyed at myself, lol.
Anyways, if you wanted a rant you would read my blog, lol. So Imma leave the ranting to the blog and the (actual) fanfiction to this.
xx
Well, Jamsie-poos, seems like you really don't care what happens to you. After all, you didn't obey my orders. But, because I'm nice, I'll give you one more chance. Trophy Room. 1 am. TONIGHT.
So, I guess you are such a 'bad boy' not turning up. You know what I do with 'bad boys'? I deflate them. Gettit? A bag BUOY, not boy. My talents are wasted. No, actually I SPILL their secrets. Like disobeying my orders now? Didn't think so.
Trophy room. 1am. You know the drill.
Clearly you DON'T know the drill. You know you have to turn up, right?! Another chance. You better come or you'll wave goodbye to every happy thing in your life.
There goes your get-well chocolates from Lily. Yeah, I know everything.
Wow, thought James as he checked the cupboard next to his bed. They really had gone. Oh, well. What could SlytherKing do? It's not like he would kill someone. Yet James had a feeling that, whoever they were, SlytherKing didn't give a damn about what they had to do to expose him. If only he was better, and could stop the evil individual doing this.
Suddenly, he felt so cooped up in the Hospital Wing for he could never leave the ward. Oh, how he longed to go outside, just once, and play a simple game of Quidditch with Remus, Sirius and Peter.
It seemed that Quidditch was on his mind when he fell into a deep slumber...
SUMMER 1976
"This is the end of the Quidditch season. Stay here as we find out who will take the cup! Here comes Gryffindor with the best line up of the year. The captain, James Potter, is chasing with Marlene McKinnon and Sophia Rivers. We all know that those ladies are the ones to beat! Speaking of beating, Sirius Black is joining forces with substitute Remus Lupin as Browne is down in the Hospital Wing. What a Keeper! Soha Patil is defending the rings. Guess she'll never get married! And finally, the beautiful seeker, it's Katherine Bell!"
"Yes, thank you, Madison, and now to Hufflepuff Aoife. Aoife what do you predict in the match?"
"Hopefully, it's a nice, clean match but I'm not so sure. I'm expecting James to swoop in and throw a wizard-hat-trick. 100% Sirius will be ruthless. If you're listening, Siri-bear, I love you!"
"And that's that. Back to you, Lee."
"Thanks, Charlotte, aaaaand the match begins, James grabs that quaffle, tosses it to Marlene, no holding back. It's only the first minute but Gryffindor is sure to score. Will they? Will they? Rivers is quick to swerve away from Goyle. She's got this in the hoop! Just needs to go in. She shoots... She scores! Letting go of that ball is the best thing Marlene has done. Ding! Ding! Ding! Gryffindor up 10! We're winning, baby!" Madison Lee screamed at the top of her lungs.
James was determined to win. He needed this. They needed this. He had the quaffle, now to score...
An hour in, the crowd was getting louder and louder. The snitch was within reach of the Slytherin seeker, Severus Snape. Snape pushed and his fingers brushed the snitch but it quickly zoomed out of sight.
But James could see it. The quaffle, I mean. It fell from the hands of Regulus Black and plunged through the grey sky. Just as he dived down to seize it, the snitch darted towards him. In shock, his had reached out to capture it.
"Chaser James Potter has caught the snitch! He should give lessons to Snape! The game is over. Gryffindor win 572 points ahead of Slytherin! Whoop-whoop! Who cares I'm a Ravenclaw? I am so coming to the party in the Gryffindor common room tonight! I- I mean a sensible get-together in memory of this event. With no Firewhisky, professor. Not even a butterbeer. Promise!"
"Hey, Potter. I'll get you back. I'll find my snitch. It may take years, but I'll find it, and I'll harm you in SO many ways. So many ways..."
"Snape, leave me alone. Find someone who cares."
"Or we can be friends. This is all too tiring, Potter. Why can't we just move past it? We're acting like first-years. Friends?"
"Find someone... Who... CARES." James shoved Snape into the lockers and stormed off to the common room.
"Well, there goes the nice Sev everyone knows and loves." From that moment forth, Snape was a dejected, dismal danger to the so-called "Marauders". It was his time now.
24th! Bit short, but oh well. It's 5.30 pm and I'm still writing this. Happy Christmas Eve!
Of course, Madi, you're in there. I had a brainwave. Lee Jordan did the voiceover for Quidditch. So another Lee can do it! :) :) :)
And, of course girl, my bestie Soha xx Shout out to you. Hope you're reading this like I TOLD you too. If not, here are three words to fake a "omg that was so good" reply. Quidditch, Snape, blackmail. XD Obvious referance to PS. I Like You. Only the BEST ROMANCE BOOK EVAH! Yup, that's right, Watson, I looooove romance XD XD XD
I mean, what am I writing right now?
Well, happy Christmas, Hanukkah/Chanukah, whatever you celebrate or just a great holiday
*sings off-key* aaaaaaaaaaaandddd aaaaaaa hhhhaaaaapppyyyyyyyy newwwwwwww yeeeeeaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!
Talk to you in the new year (hopefully before!), Soap xx
