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The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets
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Final Quidditch Game of the Year
Hagrid started teaching Care of Magical Creatures on Gnomes on the best time ever as the pumpkin patches were full of them. Most of the class who were use to Gnomes complained, but the Muggle-borns of the class seem to enjoy it.
In charms they learned the cheering charm that left everyone in a great contentment mood that lasted until they finished their apple pie. After lunch they went their own ways to either Divination, Muggles Studies, and Arithmancy.
In Muggle Studies, Harry learned the use of vehicles Muggles invented to get from place to place, which really was the least exciting part for Harry as he was aware of it. His dad drove a car when they were going to a Muggle place, not to mention the Weasley's car, and then there's his dad's and uncle padfoot's motorcycles.
The Easter holidays were not much better as everyone was overloaded with homework and Quidditch practices weren't much easier. Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied for the house cup and this victory could decide it all. But it wasn't just the Quidditch cup Harry was planning to win for Gryffindor. If he catch's the snitch while the team was sixty points ahead, the House Cup was theirs. That is if Gryffindor doesn't loose to much house points.
With the game coming nearer, the atmosphere been charged as tension between two teams and their houses was at their breaking point. What's worse is the cunning and dark side of Slytherin was making it obvious they want to win. Every time Harry pass a Slytherin, he has to dodge legs trying to trip him. Wood even made sure Harry was constantly guarded so no Slytherin could try to hurt Harry and Gryffindor House's chance at the cup.
Even without the team protecting Harry, it was hard for Slytherin to get a sneak attack on him as his Sneakascope goes off every time he was around Slytherin. Harry even had to lock it back in his trunk before every Potions so Snape wouldn't give him detention on the day before the game. He also had to lock it up for Care of Magical Creatures as it was hard to catch gnomes when they are alerted every time the sneakascope goes off.
Harry started seeing why Gryffindors and Slytherins don't normally play at the last match of the year. Slytherins seem to be a lot worse in trying to cheat their way to victory around this time, and it doesn't help that Slytherin and Gryffindors were rivals since the founding of the school.
As the game got closer, Hermione had a breaking point with all the noises of Gryffindors trying to cheer each other up, so Harry decided they should start doing their homework at his dad's new place. The night of the game, Harry was haunted with nightmares.
The next morning, Harry and the rest of Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall and was greeted by an enormous applause by Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Of course Slytherin table was hissing loudly like snakes, even the outcast group, which Harry couldn't blame. When it comes to which house is playing against who, the houses playing don't pick favoritism.
N0ne of the Gryffindor team was eating, including Harry who normally eats plenty before a match.
"I guess Prongs wasn't kidding when he said tensions were high here," a familiar voice said.
Harry turned to see Sirius and Tonks standing there.
"Uncle Padfoot! Tonks! What are you two doing here?" Harry asked excitedly.
"We're here to make sure Pettigrew doesn't show his ugly face and ruin my nephew's most important game," Sirius said.
Harry turned to Tonks hoping his uncle wasn't joking.
"He's serious," Tonks said. "It took a bit of begging on Sirius' behalf, but Fudge agreed to let us come today since Dumbledore won't let the Dementors on school grounds even after two attacks. But to be honest, I think Sirius mainly did it to watch you play."
"This coming from someone who begged to tag along as a 'learning experience before her third attempt on the Auror exam'," Sirius said. "I'm not even her teacher, but does that stop her from making sure she sees the game? Heck no!"
Those who already knew Tonks laughed while others were staring at her hair wondering why it was bubblegum pink.
"By the way, where's my sly creepy cousin?" Tonks said. "I don't mind ruffling him up a bit before the game."
"Malfoy is over there," Harry said pointing where Malfoy usually sat, who was paler than usual.
"You two are cousins?" Seamus asked.
"Unfortunately, so," Tonks replied, "His mum and my mum are sisters. Although if you ask his family, I bet ten galleons they deny it. My mum never did quite fit in with her siblings. They even disowned her when she married my muggle-born dad. Okay by me. Why would I want to hang out with a bunch of dark wizards and witches like them when I can catch them and throw them into Azkaban instead?"
"That is if you ever pass your Auror exam," Sirius muttered.
"I have you know, Sirius, I been top at my class in every department this year!" Tonks argued. "Even Moody says I have what it takes to pass."
"Let's go guys," Wood said getting up. "I want to reach the locker room before the rest of the school heads out."
The team took it as Wood want to get there before the Slytherin team gets the chance to sneak up on them and do some last minute stunt that could ruin their chance. They hurried off to the field as everyone applauded again.
"Okay—no wind to speak of—sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it—ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kickoff—"
Wood paced the field, staring around with the team behind him. Finally, they saw the front of the doors of the castle open in the distance and the rest of the school spilling onto the lawn.
"Locker rooms," said Wood tersely.
None of them spoke as they changed into their scarlet, trying to ignore the fact that despite not eating anything, they were feeling sick to their stomach from nervousness.
"Okay, it's time," Wood said, "let's go—"
They walked out onto the field to a tidal wave of noise. Three quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP!" Behind the Slytherin goalposts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.
"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as well, "Seeker: Harry Potter, Chasers: Katie Bell, Angela Johnson, and Angela Spinnet, Beaters: Fred and George Weasley, and the Captain himself—the Keeper: Oliver Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years—"
Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of "boos" from the Slytherin end.
"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill—"
More boos from the Slytherin crowd, even if it was true. Malfoy had to be the smallest person on the team as the rest of them were enormous. Only thing that seem to haven't really change was that each Slytherin had a Nimbus 2001 which made Harry mentally shake his head.
"Joining me today is First Generation Maurder of Gryffindor House and fellow contributor to Hogwart's latest school brooms: Nimbus 2000s—Sirius "Padfoot" Black, and Auror in training originally from Hufflepuff House: Nymphadora Tonks, who made it clear earlier that she'd be referred to as Tonks for the game," Lee Jordan said although the last bit seemed rush as if he rather not get hexed for giving out Tonk's full name."
Slytherins booed once more and even hissed.
"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hands very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.
"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three… two… one…"
The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Harry felt his hair fly back off his forehead; his nerves left him in the thrill of the flight. It was soon dashed when he saw Malfoy on his tail, reminding him he had a job to do—which was to keep Malfoy distracted so he doesn't get lucky and find the snitch before Gryffindor got the lead needed for the house cup.
"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no—Quaffle intercepted by Warrington. Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field with their Nimbus 2001—WHAM!—nice Bludger work by George Wealsey, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by—Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina—nice swerve around Montague—duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!—SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight—
"OUCH!"
Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
Harry knew better than that. From the way Flint had moved reminded him of his first ever Quidditch game when Flint tried to knock Harry off his broom.
Unfortunately fortunate, Harry wasn't the only one who saw through the trick as Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his Nimbus 2001 and began to bleed.
"That will do!" shriek Madam Hooch, zooming between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"
"Come off it, miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.
Harry wanted to side with Fred as he knew Slytherin getting a penalty shot is the last thing Gryffindors need right now, but Madam Hooch was doing her job as a fair referee, siding with no one.
"Come on, Alicia!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers and Boos filled the air before Flint took penalty for Slytherin. Flint was still bleeding freely as Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goalposts, his jaw clenched.
"'Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flint waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Superb! Very difficult to pass—very difficult indeed—YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"
This earned another round of cheers and boos. The whole time Harry was making sure he kept Malfoy's attention on him. Harry had no doubt Malfoy had his own orders to make sure Harry doesn't get the Snitch, and it was that Harry was planning on.
"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession—no!—Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field—THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"
Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle had grabbed her head. Katie cartwheeled in the air heading downward, trying to regain balance, only to hit the ground.
Game was called on time out as Gryffindors raced down to the field to check on Katie.
"She's alive but unconscious," Hooch said. "She can't play for the rest of the game."
"But we need her!" Wood said.
"I'm sorry Wood. I can allow time for one substitution due to the penalty but that's all I can offer," Hooch said.
"What about Ginny?" Harry suggested. "She been training with us since her first year, and she has proven to be just as good Chaser as she is as a Seeker—and the fact she's built like a seeker would make it even harder for Slytherin to keep up with her
Everyone turned to Wood with hopeful eyes.
"Fine! Call Ginny Weasley down."
Hooch waved her wand. "Game is on time out for temporary replacement of Katie Bell. Meantime, would Ginny Weasley report to Gryffindor Lockerroom.
"I don't believe it. In a rare occurrence, a substitution is allowed and reserve Chaser and Seeker Ginny Weasley been called," Lee Jordan said. "I got to say, Ginny must have a good friend in the Gryffindor team to be called upon."
Angela Alicia and Wood headed to the locker room to fill Ginny in as the boys waited outside.
"Are you sure about this, Harry?" George asked. "Ginny been mostly training as reserve Seeker, and she hasn't have game time."
"I'm certain," Harry said.
Sure enough the rest of the team returned with their new replacement Chaser Ginny, dressed in Gryffindor Scarlet robes carrying one of the school's Nimbus 2000s with a shock and yet happy face.
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny said as she reached them. "Wood told me how you recommended me."
"No problem," Harry said. "Just be sure to follow Alicia and Angela lead by example and you'll be fine."
Ginny nodded. "I planned to do it with this penalty shot."
With that, on Madam Hooch's whistle the team was back in the air and Ginny was at penalty.
"I don't believe it. Playing for Penalty on Katie Bell's behalf is her own substitute: Ginny Weasley." Lee Jordan said. "That girl must have guts."
Ginny take the Quaffle and zoomed to the left goal post. The Keeper followed her only to be faked out as Ginny made a last minute sharp turn to the right and threw the Quaffle, scoring through the right hoop.
"SHE MADE IT!" Lee cheered. "GINNY SCORES WITH A FAKE ATTACK PUTTING GRYFFINDOR THIRTY-ZERO."
At that moment the game became the dirtiest game of tricks ever in Hogwarts. Slytherin had resorted to any means to get the quaffle. The beater Bole hit Alicia with his club, claiming he thought she was a Bludger. George retaliate with elbowing Bole earning a penalty shot for both teams, and both teams had scored.
It turned out Harry made the right call with Ginny. Her small and light frame combine with the speed of her broom made it difficult for Slytherins to try and take her out.
Meanwhile Harry was faking out Malfoy every chance he gets, and making sure the other Slytherins were watching. It was risky with the way the game was going, but Harry knew if he can keep fooling the rest of the Slytherin team, then Malfoy wouldn't smarten up and realize he been fooled—hopefully. There were a few times Malfoy almost cost Slytherin a penalty but Harry made sure he stayed ahead the whole time. There was one trick Harry was saving for the actual snitch though as he didn't want to reveal all his tricks to Malfoy.
Ginny manage another score putting Gryffindor ahead by fourty. Fred and George decided to act as honor guard for their sister, only leaving Bole and Slytherin's other Beater Derrick ganging up on Wood with repeated hits in the stomachs with Bludgers.
Madam Hooch was beside herself.
"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"
Angelina scored the penalty. Then after Fred pelted a bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin Goal—seventy-ten.
Gryffindor supporters below was screaming itself hoarse and Harry had his chance for the snitch. If he gets it now, not only the Quidditch cup was their's but so was the house cup.
That's when he finally saw it. The Snitch was sparkling twenty feet bellow him.
With an idea to fool Malfoy, Harry shot up in the air with Malfoy following. Malfoy started reaching up for Harry's broom when Harry saw what he wanted, Bole smacking A bludger right at him. Harry stop dead in his track, and caught off guard Malfoy zoomed pass him just to be hit hard in the face by a Bludger.
While Malfoy was in a daze, Harry shot down where the Snitch was at, hoping it was still there. Sure enough the snitch was flying downward but still in the same path as Harry. Harry caught the snitch with amazing precision and saved himself from a hard landing.
"I GOT IT!" Harry yelled as Gryffindor supporters cheered.
Wood speeded down to Harry, half blinded with tears, and lifted Harry around the neck. Fred and George hit Harry on the back as the girls cheered they won the cup. For the first time since Charlie Weasley left Hogwarts, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup, and they got the lead in the House Cup to add to it.
Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field as the whole team was lifted in the air. Percy was jumping in the air in so much excitement Harry never seen Percy behave before. McGonagall was sobbing harder than Wood as she wipe her eyes with the Gryffindor flag. Pushing their way through was Ron, Hermione, and Neville joining in the cheers as the team was guided to the stands where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.
Naturally, being captain, Wood took the cup before handing it to Harry. "Take this Harry! You deserve it! We wouldn't have won the game without you."
Harry didn't argue as he took the Cup and lifted it in the air. This had to be the best moment in Harry's life.