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This Chapter isn't that funny…but then I suppose it is a bit exciting…oh well…you can choose if you want to read this or not, it doesn't really relate to the next chapter (yes I have started the next chapter…more like I've finished it.)

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'Alright, what did you do with the cup?' laughed Lily.

The black-haired girl looked up sweetly and said in an innocent voice, 'Nothing, we just charmed it so that whoever tried to fill it up with water would have their eyebrows on fire.

'Oh very smart!'

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November started and that meant that the Quidditch season had started. James worked his team day and night, night and day. He trained his team three times a week; that was Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings.

'So, the Beaters always hit the Bludgers at who ever has the Quaffle or whoever the Quaffle is about to be passed to. The Beaters also hit whoever might be blocking a Chaser. That person drops or becomes confused and the Quaffle is able to get to that Chaser.

'Chasers have to position themselves out of danger, so, if one chaser is blocked by someone, they can cause a distraction. For example the chaser can elbow people if no-one is watching, they can dive then pull back up again…'

(a/n and etc…I'm not good at this stuff so your just gonna have to think of the rest yourself.)

James woke up early on the first match of the season, Slytherin verse Gryffindor. He took his Quidditch robes and broom down with him to breakfast and waited for his team mates to arrive while he scoffed down his bacon and eggs.

'Whoah, Prongs, whatcha doin' eat'n' that fast? Ya gonna throw up or some'n.'

James looked up. 'Whoah! What's with tha accent dude?'

Sirius laughed. 'Nothing, just bored. With the Quidditch game on in a few hours, I've got nothing to do.'

'Homework,' suggested Remus immediately.

'Are you kidding me? I'm already good as I am, mostly top grades in everything without studying…I'm pro.' Sirius slouched back to look cool.

'Suit yourself.'

'That's right, I suit myself.'

'Hey can you get the rest of the team down? That's if they're still up snoring.'

'Why do you want to wake them up at-' Peter checked the time, '- nine in the morning?'

'Quidditch tactics…'

'Ah, right…why don't you go wake 'em up yourself?'

'Can you do it Moony?'

'What Wormtail said.'

James looked at Sirius.

'What they said.'

James sighed. 'Fine, I'll go wake them up.'

James left the Great Hall and arrived half and hour later with half of the team with him.

'Where's the girls on your team?'

'How would I know? Have you ever tried going up their staircase?'

'Yes.'

'Then you would know that I can't go up.'

'Damn straight.'

James started talking about tactics and the team nodded as if they understood what he was talking about.

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'Hey, Malana just told us that you were waiting down here for us,' said Amber McGinter.

The girls of the team had just arrived.

'That's right. So anyway, when the Sly-'

'And why are you waiting for us?' asked Rebecca King, the Gryffindor Keeper.

'Quidditch tactics. So, the Slytherin Cha-'

'Ah, right. Well mind if we sit down?' said Nettle Chettler, the Gryffindor Chaser

'No. The Chaser, say, is here-'

'Budge up.'

James moved over.

'And so then we need a Bea-'

'Weather looks fine doesn't it?'

'Very. So, a Beater has to-'

'Mmm…these bacon slices are really good…'

'Good. The Beater hits the Bl-'

'Mind starting again for us?'

'What is wrong with you? Rhetorical question, don't answer that. The Bludger hits the opposing-'

'What about the Bludger?'

'GOD! IF YOU HAVE ANY SENSE YOU WOULD ALL SHUT THE HELL UP AND-'

'Don't tell us to shut up. You've just been rambling on about-'

'THAT'S BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO-'

'Oh, look who should-'

'Why did I ever let you all on the team shall forever remain a mystery.'

'Yup!' the girls agreed in unison and they grinned mischievously.

James gave up on talking to them and sat there waiting for eleven o'clock to come around.

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'Well it's half past ten. We should get down to the pitch now.'

'Yep sure James. Hold on.'

'I can't, I gotta check out the conditions we're playing in. I'll just meet you down there. Make sure you get there latest, quarter to.'

They girls nodded.

The boys on the team walked down to the pitch with their broomsticks over their shoulders, talking about how the girls on the team were such good players, yet so annoying.

James checked the conditions. 'Perfect weather, nice hard ground, good for a fast kick-off,no breeze, not much cloud, no glaring sun.'

They heard the girls' clatter of feet and they decided to go change.

Not very long later they could hear the stands being filled above them.

'Well team, just do your best and win, win, win!'

'Yeah, basically the same speech each time…'

They marched onto the pitch when they heard the announcement.

'This year's Gryffindor Quidditch team… Potter, Black, Mcginter, Chettler, Washington, King and...Kumoro!'

There were loud cheers from the scarlet and gold mass engulfing boos from the green and silver mass.

'This year's Slytherin team includes Zabini, Black, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Tartori and…Malfoy!'

There were loud boos coming from the red and gold, yellow and black, and blue and bronze engulfing the cheers from the green and silver mass.

'Captains shake hands!'

James and Malfoy walked up to each other, eyeing each other, stuck out their hands and tried to crush each other's hand.

'Mount your brooms!'

They mounted their brooms.

'And-' then came the whistle.

'And they're off! Potter has the Quaffle, passes it to McGinter, passes it back to Potter - Potter passes it to Chettler, Chettler passes it to McGinter - DUCK, AMBER DUCK! Oooh - close one for McGinter - that Bludger from Crabbe - and – ouch! That would've hurt, nice Bludger from Washington…'

David Washington had just hit a Bludger at Crabbe's head but Crabbe managed to stay on his broom.

James zoomed towards the Slytherin goal posts, dodging left from the Bludger that came pelting his way from Goyle. The goal posts were only ten metres away…five…four…three…two…one…

'AND POTTER SCORES! THE FIRST SCORE OF THE GAME GOES TO GRYFFINDOR!'

Loud cheers came from the Gryffindor supporters while the Slytherins were throwing tomatoes at the Quidditch pitch.

McGonagall tugged the microphone away from Bagman. 'SLYTHERINS, YOU PUT THOSE TOMATOES AWAY OR ALL OF YOU WILL BE ON DETENTION AND HAVE FIFTY HOUSE POINTS TAKEN AWAY EACH FOR SABOTAGING THE GAME AND WASTING FOOD!'

The Slytherins immediately fell silent…fifty points each? Whoah! First house ever to be in the collum negative 1000's.

'Err…well Slytherins, if you can't keep your filthy-'

'Bagman! Commentate in and unbiased way.'

'-sorry professor. So anyway, Gryffindor is ten points up and Slytherin unfortu-'

'Bagman!'

'-sorry professor, sorry. Anyway, Black has the Quaffle, passes it to Malfoy, passes it back to Bl – no, Excellent Bludger technique from Black – haha brothers against each other – sorry professor, sorry – McGinter now has the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field, she passes it to Chettler, Chettler moves closer to the goal – WATCH OUT! BLUDGER!'

Crabbe and Goyle had both it a Bludger each at Nettle, but she ducked just in time. The Bludgers hit each other and bounced back the way they came from, Crabbe and Goyle zooming away recklessly from their own Bludger.

'HAH! TAKE THAT! YOU'VE GOT TO DO BETTER THAN THAT TO HIT AMBER – sorry professor – I wont.'

Nettle threw the Quaffle to James who dived to score.

'Potter aiming for the right hoop – he shoots – Zabini dives – AND HE MISSES! TWENTY TO ZERO!'

James did an honour lap around the pitch, grinning around at all the girls, who were shouting his name and telling their friends how they were sure that James had just made eye contact with them.

After fifteen more minutes Gryffindor had pulled ahead by two more goals and Slytherin had scored one.

'So, the score now is forty to ten – Potter moving swiftly up the pitch with the Quaffle under his right arm – passes it to Chettler – she passes it to McGinter – who passes it over to Po – no! Intercepted by-' here Bagman said a highly impolite word that made the Slytherins boo again and McGonagall to try and tug the microphone away, '-Malfoy going the opposite direction – Malfoy passes it to Black – Black passes it back to Malfoy – he passes it to – hang on! What was that?'

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Seung and Parkinson were racing neck to neck trying to catch the snitch.

'GO SEUNG!'

'WHOO! GO PARKINSON!'

'COME ON KUMORO!'

'GET THE SNITCH PARKINSON!'

The snitch flew higher…higher…higher…

Kumoro and Parkinson flew higher…higher…higher…

The snitch and the two Seekers disappeared into the blue.

'Well… while the two Seekers are somewhere in the sky Black has the Quaffle.'

Everyone had just been brought back down to Earth by bagman's commentating.

'Black has the Quaffle, zooming across the pitch, more like zigzagging everywhere.

Everyone laughed.

Not long later Seung and Parkinson reappeared.

'Did you find the Snitch?' called James as he flew by Seung to pass the Quaffle to Amber.

'Nope.'

'Why – uh!' Nettle had just passed the Quaffle to James.

James streaked up the pitched and scored.

Gryffindors roared.

'Sorry, why didn't you keep chasing it? Or looking for it.'

'Planes.'

'What? Those muggle flying things?'

'Yeah.'

'Oh well – there's Amber, see you soon. And with that, James left.

After a five minutes still not one team scored.

'Potter passes it to Chettler, Chettler passes it to McGinter, Chettler, McGinter, Potter, Mc- awwww intercepted by Malfoy… so Malfoy passes it to Black – Regulas that is – back to Malfoy, Tatori, Malfoy – c'mon Gryffindors…they're so close to the goal… c'mon…YES! INTERCEPTED BY POTTER! Potter turns around, passes it to Chettler, McGinter, Potter, Chettler, Potter, McGinter, Chet – NO! INTERCEPTED AGAIN BY SLYTHERIN! BACK OFF YOU F-' this time though, Bagman was holding the microphone high above him while McGonagall was jumping up and down waving her arms trying to get the microphone. Apparently she forgot that she had magic in her blood. 'Damn! Malfoy has the Quaffle, passes it to Bl - HOLD IT! THE SNITCH IS BACK!

Malfoy dropped the Quaffle.

James swerved around to just catch a glimpse of a light of gold near Malfoy's nose.

'C'mon Seung…you can do it…' muttered James as he dived under Malfoy to catch the fallen Quaffle.

'Komoro and Parkinson racing neck to neck - Kumoro and Parkinson have the same chances – both riding on top-quality brooms – No! don't let Parkinson win Seung!'

Slytherins were throwing insults and swear words at Seung.

Gryffindors were egging Seung Kumoro on and cheering wildly.

Ravenclaws were calculating how much time it would take for the game to end and who was closer to the snitch.

Hufflepuffs were yelling random words out with a few red sparks every now and them coming from their stands.

BAM!

There was a huge crack and crunch.

Slytherins groaned.

'Ooh…that looks bad…'

Sirius had hit a bludger at Parkinson's arm which flew of and landed fifty metres below him.

There was a deafening silence as everyone looked at the bloody right arm that lay in the centre of the pitch…then there was roar of triumph from the Gryffindor supporters.

Seung had a tiny golden fluttering ball clasped in his hand.

'SO THERE YOU HAVE IT. THE FIRST MATCH OF THE SEASON. GRYFFINDOR WIN AGAINST SLYTHERIN-' there were shouts of boos from the Slytherins, '-ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TO TEN!' more shouts of boos, 'TAKE THAT SLYTHERINS. YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN-'

'Bagman! If you can't commentate in an unbiased way then you shouldn't be commentating at all!'

'I'm sorry professor, I'm sorry.'

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The party lasted all night. Half the Marauders disappeared for about half an hour and returned carrying chocolate éclairs, sponge cakes and lots of other sweet things.

The other half disappeared for about two hours and later reappeared carrying boxes of Cockroach Clusters, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and all sorts of other confectionary they would usually buy from Honeydukes.

Seung was congratulated on catching the Golden Snitch.

James was congratulated on picking Seung for the team.

Sirius was congratulated by everyone on breaking Parkinson's arm into two.

Well almost everyone.

'That was really dangerous you know Black.'

'What was?'

'Breaking Parkinson's arm. In half.'

'Oi James!' Sirius called.

'Yeah?'

'Come over here for a bit.'

James made his way to Sirius and Lily.

'What?'

'Listen to what Evans says.'

'What does she say?'

'I said that it was really dangerous how Black snapped Parkinson's arm.'

'Aww…come on Lily…it just…broke… in half…'

Sirius laughed.

'What he said.'

'And I thought after a friendship for a few weeks, you would show the soft side of you! Parkinson could've lost a lot of blood and died!'

'But did he Evans?'

'I dunno…b-but he still could have died.'

'Listen Lily-'

'Yeah, listen Evans,'

'Madame Pomfrey can-'

'Madame Pomfrey can,'

'Mend things in a tick.'

'Mend things in a tick.'

'Madame Pomfrey also-'

'Madame Pomfrey also,'

'Has the power to make-'

'Has the power to make,'

'Padfoot's-skin-turn-green,-make-boils-grow-make-pimple-appear-out-of-nothing-so-no-girl-would-want-to-go-out-with-him.' James added quickly.

'Padfoot's-skin-turn-green,-make-boils-grow-make-pimple-appear-out-of-nothing-so-no-girl-would-want-to-go-out-with-him.'

'Aha! Slow reaction Black, slow reaction,' Lily laughed after she thought what James had said was true.

'What?'

'Never mind, never mind,' James grinned.

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