~A few days later...
~Saturday,
"Dev, your entire body is practically shaking," I sighed, walking towards Devin.
"Who wouldn't be?! We're gonna go up against Slytherin in a few hours!" Devin cried, his voice filled with panic and anxiety. "Dev- Devin!" I yelled, grasping both of his shoulders and holding him in place.
"We've practiced for days! Almost every night in fact! We can do this, alright?" I said, attempting to calm him down. It seemingly worked though, as he sat down and sighed, "I... I guess we can..." He whispered.
How did this happen you ask? How is Gryffindor suddenly up against Slytherin in Quidditch even though the first few rounds are still weeks away?
Well, let us start at the beginning.
Flashback,
"Such a nice Wednesday, don't you think?" Rafe asked, mocking a fancy-ish voice. I chuckled, "Yeah,"
"Well don't jinx it!" Hazel rolled her eyes as we made our way to the Great Hall. Our classes have ended for today, so that means we've free time to roam the school again!
"You guys reckon we should explore the upper floors of the school?" Rafe asked as we ate our lunch. Everyone turned to look at Hazel, who was somewhat confused. "Why is everyone looking at me?" She asked, chewing her lunch.
"You're usually the first to object to our ideas, so..." Rafe trailed off, earning an eye-roll from her. "Well, not this time. You see, the upper floors are restricted after 6 in the evening. Plus, I've always wanted to see what the upper floors look like," She explained, finish her lunch quickly.
As we walk down the hall that leads to the stairs, which takes us to the upper floors, a crowd surrounded two guys arguing. They were obviously guys since their voices boomed, though I couldn't tell whose voices those.
"Let's go look," I said, leading my small group of friends towards them.
"Just face it Oliver, you know my house is better than yours. Both outside of school and inside," Boasted the older Malfoy. "Boy, you just never learn your lessons, do you?" Hazel butted angrily, which was a first.
"Get the hell out of my sight, you mudblood," Cursed the elder Malfoy. "Hazel- no," Ceilan warned Hazel, who was about to cast a spell on Sebastian. Her face was burning red with anger.
What does mudblood mean?
"What in the name of Hogwarts is going on here?" Professor McGonagall interrupted the argument. "Someone hasn't learned their lesson from last time," Oliver growled, glaring at Sebastian.
Before Professor McGonagall could say anything else, Principal Salazar came from behind her. "How about we settle this in a classic match of Quidditch, instead of this silly little argument?" He asked, his voice filled with pride.
"Very well-" Professor McGonagall agreed, causing almost every single person's jaw around us to drop. "But professor-" Before Devin could protest, Principal Salazar laughed. "Good luck Wood, you're gonna need it. And a miracle," Added the cocky principal before leaving.
"Professor McGonagall, are you sure this is a good idea?" Oliver frowned, his tone uneven.
"Yes. Now, Mrs. Granger and Mr. Weasley, please come with me. Meanwhile, you three go and practice for your match this Saturday," She said as Hazel and Rafe followed her with a small frown.
Flashforward
So yeah. That's how it happened.
"We can do this guys! Come on, we've been practicing every night with the help of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw!" Oliver cried, trying to lift the spirit of his teammates. I looked around and saw everyone somewhat panicking. "How come everyone looks super scared? I mean, Devin and I are the only ones here without any experience of a real Quidditch match, surely you guys would know what to expect?" I asked, earning me a sigh from our leader.
"You'll see," Ceilan frowned before Madam Hooch announced, "Please welcome, the team Slytherin will go up against for this match," She said, her voice booming throughout the giant pitch.
"Team Gryffindor!" She continued. "Right, let's go guys. Remember, stay calm. Doesn't matter if we win or lose this one," Oliver gave us a final speech before the doors opened and we all flew out.
Within 10 minutes of playing, Gryffindor managed to score 25 points against Slytherin, who had an embarrassing 0.
"Right snitch, where are you?" I asked out loud, looking around. Wow, the snitch is 10x times harder to spot in the morning compared to night time.
Speaking of, nobody has reported the incident of the Dementors to Professor McGonagall yet...
"Another 5 points to Gryffindor!" The referee cheered loudly. I grinned widely as I saw our points go up. Why does everyone fear Slytherin's Quidditch team so much? I mean, so far, they're horrible! Completely out of sync, practically 0 teamwork... That's only some of their weaknesses that I could identify.
'The snitch!' I thought, seeing a golden thingy whizz by my face. I was about to go after it until my broom decided its' time to suddenly spin around uncontrollably. 'I... Have... To... Get... the snitch!' I thought, gripping onto my spinning broom with full force.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Broomy here refuses to work with me, so I'll use this spinning motion to my advantage!
"Right, remember how physics work, Jamieson," I told myself, shutting my eyes and remembering what I read in Warden's textbooks back in the Dursley's. I pushed away all the dizziness and focused solely on the flying orb.
One... Two... Three!
I let go of my broom and flew towards the snitch. I don't know if I did catch the snitch or not, but I rammed into another wonky broom which sent me flying towards the bleacher-towers, and the next thing I knew, I was out.
Ceilan Diggory's P.o.V
"JAMIESON!" I yelled in pure fear as I watched my potentially-long-lost-brother fly backwards and hit the wall of the bleachers forcefully. Now, if the bleachers had hollow walls like it used to decades ago, he would be unharmed. Salazar reinforced the walls of the towers with hard wood.
I watched as he fell down like a fly. I picked up speed and flew straight to him, "Jamieson Potter is down!" Yelled one of the Slytherin's as she pushed away the actual referee.
"No no no!" I cried. Jamieson wasn't breathing!
"Ceilan, put him down! I know what to do," Hazel yelled, running towards us. I watched as he placed both of her hands somewhere above Jamieson's stomach, then began applying pressure by pushing down multiple times.
"C'mon Hazel, harder!" Rafe urged as the rest of the team flew our way, ignoring the goal post. Even Oliver, who was supposed to protect the post, flew our way.
"Slytherin is at a staggering lead of 50 over 35!" the Slytherin student continued yelling.
Out of the blue, Jamieson coughed and the snitch literally flew out of his mouth and straight into my hand. "Did we..." Jamieson whispered weakly before going unconscious again.
"Ceilan Diggory has captured the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor has won the match!" Madam Hooch yelled with pure enthusiasm, excitement and joy. The rest of the students, even some of the professors yelled oh-so loudly. The last time I've seen everyone this happy over Quidditch was... never!
"You did great Jamieson, you really did." I cooed the unconscious lad, feeling a tear escape my eye.
I'm not crying because we've finally won a Quidditch Match, after years of shameful losses. I'm crying because my brother is alive.
At least, I hope he is my brother.
I've been searching for them for years, oh divine power please at least tell me I've found one.
