Chapter Eleven: Qudditch
Harry started looking all around for his father and friends inside the stand. He instantly spotted Ron and Hermione sitting with Neville and Casey and grinned while they cheered and applauded for him but as Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field he still couldn't find his father anywhere. The captains were instructed to shake hands and the game begun. Harry couldn't believe how old everybody was compared to him. Most everybody on his team and the opposing team were teenagers and he was still a child himself.
"Well to Qudditch! I'm your commentator Lee Jordan!" He cried. "Today's match is Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" He exclaimed excitedly as cheers and applause broke throughout the crowd in both house stands. "Gryffindor chaser Angelina Johnson steals the quaffle from Slytherin chaser Marcus Flint! She shoots and she scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" He called as the crowd went crazy again after Harry heard the dinging noise of the quaffle being shot through one of the hoops.
"Oh and I forgot to mention that this year makes for a very interesting start of term ladies and gentlemen because Gryffindor house currently has Harry Snape as the youngest seeker that Hogwarts School has seen in a century and it doesn't seem like Snape currently has much action out on the field." Lee continued but Harry didn't care.
"Where is my dad?" He questioned himself while Ron and Hermione started looking around as they seemed to be keeping their eyes out for him as well.
"And Slytherin Ramona Jackson just got knocked off her broomstick by a major bludger batted at her by Gryffindor beater Michelle Moore!" Lee called out and that's when suddenly Harry caught a glimpse of gold and another dinging sound went off. "And Angelina has just scored another ten points for Gryffindor and it looks like Harry Snape has spotted the snitch and is now going in for the kill!" He cried.
"Go Harry!" Hermione cried.
"Where's his father?" Casey began. "I would think that he would want to see this."
"I don't know." Ron began in response. "Hermione and I haven't seen him." He told her and suddenly there came another loud ding and Marcus Flint had just scored Slytherin house ten points. That's when suddenly Harry realized that he was losing control for absolutely no reason at all his Nimbus Two Thousand (His father had made an exception for him that he was allowed a broomstick even though he was only a first-year) started running wild and trying to buck him and throw him off like a horse.
Gasps and whispers broke throughout the crowd while Harry's broomstick shook from side to side and rolled over into the air and Harry found that he was only hanging onto it by one hand.
"We have to get Snape!" Ron cried and as if on cue Snape was just walking over to the Qudditch stand with Patches.
"There he is!" Casey cried as she pointed over to him and hurried over towards him. "Sir, you've got to do something! Harry's in trouble!" She told him when suddenly he felt his heart racing against his chest.
"What kind of trouble? What's wrong with him? Where is he?" He questioned her anxiously while starting to think about the fact that he truly was the biological son of James Potter since trouble and Harry had gone hand in hand ever since he started his term at Hogwarts.
"There!" Casey cried as she pointed up at the sky and as Severus looked up at his son so near to a very serious injury or even death his heart started pounding harder.
"Harry!" He cried out in horror as he quickly hurried back over to Ron and Hermione.
"I think somebody is jinxing his broom." Hermione said.
"What do you mean jinxing the broom!? Who at this school would want to kill Harry!?" Ron cried.
"I don't know, but I'm sure his father will be able to help him." Hermione said as Severus started muttering a counter curse and sure enough after several attempts Harry was finally swing his leg back over his broomstick and the crowd roared with cheers and applause and Severus heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank the Lord." He said.
"Where the bloody hell have you been anyways!? The match started twenty minutes ago." Ron pointed out.
"Sorry but I was feeding Patches and then I had to let him out. And since when do you feel like you can speak to me in that way Weasley?" Severus questioned him back as Ron looked at him sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It's just that this game is important to Harry." He told him.
"I know that but I still have to remove ten points from Gryffindor because there's no reason to be so rude." Severus told him curtly. Ron wanted to tell him that he was a fine one to talk when it came to rudeness but he really didn't want to cause his house anymore points so he remained silent.
The current score was that Gryffindor had forty points and now Slytherin was in the lead with fifty points. Harry was now lowering his broomstick as he was closing in on the snitch. He stood up on top of it since he was low enough to the ground and reached out his hand for it but he wound up tripping over his laces and he tumbled over onto the ground with another loud gasp from the crowd.
Ron, Hermione, Casey, Neville, Severus, and the rest of the Gryffindors (even though Severus was a Slytherin himself) watched intensely as Harry got to his feet and looked like he was going to be sick as something was moving around inside his mouth. A few seconds later a tiny golden object shot out of his mouth and into the palms of Harry's hands.
"He did it! He did it! Ladies and gentlemen history has just been made as Harry Snape receives a hundred and fifty points for catching the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee cried as all of the Gryffindors began to scream and cheer even louder. It took a few moments for Harry to realize what had happened. He had done it. Even though he was the youngest player on his team he had won the game.
Harry beamed with pride as he held the snitch up into the air for all to see as his father grinned and all of his friends cheered the loudest. For the first time in the longest time, he could feel the spirit of his biological father James Potter closer to him than ever.
