I'm trying to make the chapters longer as I go along. We find out mystery girl's name in this chapter !!
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Harry Potter woke up to find his best friend Ron pacing around the dormitory anxiously. His fellow dormmates, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom were painting their faces red and gold. Harry got up, quickly dressed himself, and went downstairs with Ron to breakfast.
"C'mon Ron, you've got to eat something," said Harry after about ten minutes of sitting in silence.
"I can't."
"Poor bloke. He looks the same as that time he vomited up slugs," said Fred.
"Shut up."
"Ooh, his comebacks get wittier everyday, wouldn't you say so Fred?" said George.
"Very funny."
"Very snappy."
"Shut up George."
"Now there's a comeback we all like to hear-watch yourself mister!"
Ron was now sitting beside Harry with eggs dripping down his face, thanks to George, who was sitting there grinning.
"George! Why did you do that he's nervous enough already!" sighed Angelina Johnson, who had just walked over.
"In case you hadn't noticed, he tried to shoot them at me first," he replied, still grinning.
"Honestly George, I thought Fred was the git, not you."
"What?" yelped Fred. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well everyone knows George is the nice one," chirped in Ginny, who was smirking.
"It's common knowledge, " said Harry, patting Fred on the back.
"Gits. I hate you," he muttered.
"I suppose Ickle Ronniekins isn't the only witty Weasley," said George, now grinning broadly, as he sent eggs flying at Fred, too.
In the Gryffindor changing room, Angelina was discussing tactics with the team, as Harry attempted to motivate Ron, with little result.
"Don't be nervous."
"Murder Me."
"We're gonna cream Slytherin."
"Grab a knife and stick it in my skull."
"That's the spirit."
Ron was officially a lost cause, as Fred had no trouble pointing out. George, however, was distracted by Angelina's newest words.
"Now Slytherin has a new beater, she's in fifth year and she's supposed to be a promising new talent," recited Angelina.
George's eyes were rounder than Galleons. Fred jumped out of his seat and yelped, "She's a WHAT?"
"Beater," said Alicia Spinnet slowly, looking afraid of what Fred might do next.
"Do you…um know anything about her?" asked Harry curiously.
"Well, she's in my year, a complete genious, and probably spends more time in detention than you two," said Katie Bell, pointing at Fred and George.
"Excellent," said Fred, an evil look in his eye.
They walked onto the pitch to thunderous applause and roars of enthusiasm. Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary as usual.
"And here's Johnson, Spinnet, Bell, Weasley, Weasley, Potter, and Weasley," roared Lee, his voice magically magnified.
The Gryffindor team went onto the mounted their brooms and did a quick lap around the stadium for supporters.
"And here come the Slytherins, Montague, Zabini, Jezuak, Kirk, Roth, Malfoy, and Flint."
(A/N) I can't remember the Slytherin's names)
"That's our girl, George," grinned Fred
"Hmm…Roth, that sounds familiar for some reason."
And they flew off toward the oncoming bludger.
"Sixty-nil to Slytherin, thanks to an excellent effort by their newest team member, Anna Roth, a promising new beater for this entire tournament. Katie Bell with the Quaffle, she shoots, she-" Lee swore very loudly. "An excellent bludger hit by Anna Roth. Again," he added with venom.
Harry was under pressure, if he caught the snitch now, he could still scrape a win for Gryffindor. Ron still looked like he was about to be sick, and letting in six goals sure hadn't helped his nerves.
Harry's first three attempts at getting the snitch were thwarted by none other than Anna, who had hit his left arm, right leg, and lower back with fiercly hit bludgers.
"What the-?"
Anna was looking at him furtively, and she beckoned him over. Everyone was too busy watching Ron fail to save another goal that they did not notice this. Everyone that is, except for George.
He flew over to Anna, and she whispered, "The snitch, it's over right by Malfoy's ankle, he's too much of a pig to even look for it that close to him, so you can still get it and get a win for Gryffindor.
Harry was too shocked to reply, but flew full speed at Malfoy, caught the snitch, and rose up to more thunderous applause. No one cared that Ron had let in every goal, Gryffindor had won. The entire team, except for George fell to the ground in a group hug.
George, however, flew over to Anna.
"You a Gryffindor fan?" he asked.
"Who isn't? I hate the pigs on my own house team. Why I'm in Slytherin beats me. I'd give anything to be in Gryffindor." She sighed giving his robes a longing look.
"Hah, we wouldn't mind having you on our team, either. If Malfoy wasn't such a git, you would have surely won, purely thanks to you." He said.
"Thanks. You're the nice twin, aren't you?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.
"I've been told," he said, grinning.
"I can't stand Malfoy. Look at him, still attempting to provoke Potter and your brothers. I wish he realized I put him in that tree."
"So it was you?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes. You ought to get back down to your team. Fred won't want you 'fraternizing with the enemy', will he?" she smirked.
"No, I guess not. Hey, admit to the crime more often, and I'll see you in detention," he said dismounting his broom and rejoining his team.
Definitely the nice one She thought.
I hope she doesn't think I'm too nice He thought with a smirk.
Alright that's the end of Chapter 3 !!!••REVIEW PLEASE••