Chapter 8-Year 1

Recap: "Sorry to interrupt Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment?" She asks as we enter the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. "Y-yes o-of c-c-course," He stutters and a tall boy with short brown hair walks out. "Wood, I've just found you a new Seeker and Chaser," She grins and the boy looks at us. What?

Maia's POV

"Good luck Maia! Ron and I will be cheering you and Harry on," Hermione sits down beside me and piles eggs and toast on her plate. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asks, looking at my pale face and empty plate.

"Oh Mione, I'm so nervous!" I gasp and she rubs my back soothingly.

"You'll do fine! Remember, it's in your blood," She says and I nod, relaxing a bit as she hugs me.

"Ready Maia?" The twins ask as I walk down to the Quidditch pitch.

"Uh, I think so. Yeah," I say, biting my lip.

"Hey, you'll do fine," They say, before hugging me and running off to Oliver. Yeah, the twins and I are closer. We've pulled a few pranks, mostly on Filch, and now we're pretty close. I barely hear the whistle blow, and then shoot up into the air, taking my place beside Katie and Angelina.

The quaffle is thrown up and we shoot after it. Angelina catches it and starts flying towards the goals, when two Slytherins come on either side of her, knocking into her until she falls off of her broom and to the ground. I flinch as the Slytherins steal the quaffle and throw it into the goals, hitting Oliver who falls to the ground, unconscious. I zip past the Marcus Flint and grab the quaffle, scoring a goal.

I can't believe I just did that! Apparently no one else could and everyone cheers. I zone out for a second, stunned, and am snapped back to reality by a shout. I turn just in time to see a bludger head straight for me. It hits me in the gut, knocking the air out of me and sending me falling. I let out a shriek and I vaguely hear Harry shout my name. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the impact of the ground, when I fall into someone's arms. I snap my eyes open to see Fred grinning at me.

"Fred!" I breathe and he chuckles.

"Surprised to see me?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer before helping me back onto my broom that is still floating from where I fell and hitting away a bludger and sending me a wink. I roll my eyes and fly away from the goals, looking around.

Harry is on the ground, looking like he's about to throw up. I fly closer to the ground and watch as he coughs into his hand, before holding something shiny up. The snitch! We all cheer and I run at full speed toward him, tackling him in a hug.

"You did it! You did it!" I say and he hugs me tightly.

"Well, you scored the first goal," He says and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, and then got knocked off of my broom," I joke and he frowns.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Harry. Enjoy the spotlight," I tease and he nods hesitantly.

"Good job chaser!" I hear two voices in my ears as I'm lifted into the air and onto Fred and George's shoulders.

"Thanks, beaters," I smile and they do too.

"Back to the common room!" They yell and I let out a squeal as I'm shifted from their shoulders, to Fred's back. I tighten my hold on him, afraid he'll drop me and he laughs.

"Hold me any tighter and I'll suffocate," He teases and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up," I grumble, but a smile finds its way to my lips. I really had no reason to be nervous, that was so much fun!