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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter- if I did, I would be somewhere that it DOESN'T rain every day… but I do own Mia!
Ok, so this chapter mostly takes place during the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match… you know, I don't know why I tell you people these things, you're only going to figure it out once you read the first few paragraphs anyway…
Chapter 8: Slytherin's King…
There was a quill on the table. And it was annoying Mia so much. It just wouldn't move! No matter how many times she waved her wand. Accio quill, she thought. It didn't do anything.
Next to her, Angelina was filling in a chart fir her Astronomy homework.
Accio quill! She thought again, flicking her wand. Still, the quill didn't move.
Opposite her, Alicia was reading a book.
ACCIO QUILL! She practically yelled in her head. The quill came flying towards her. "WOO!" she let out, punching the air as she caught it. Several people in the common room looked up, but she just kept grinning at the quill.
"Why are you smiling at a quill?" someone asked form behind her.
"Because," she said, as Fred and George sat down, "I just summoned it-"
"You could summon things anyway!"
"Non-verbally!" Mia beamed. Fred started to clap sarcastically.
"Well done, your education has not been a complete waste!" Mia slapped his arm
"Says you, who decided he might not even of come back this year!"
"But we did, didn't we?" Fred asked. Mia rolled her eyes, and tried sending the quill zooming at Fred. It didn't work. When he started laughing, she just threw it at him.
"Angie! It'll be fine!" Mia said a few days later, from under her bed.
"But what if its not?"
"It will be," Alicia replied.
"But what if its not?"
"It will be!" Mia said, emerging from under her bed, holding a pair of sparkly red and gold, six inch high boots.
"But what if its not?" Angelina asked, for the hundredth time that morning. Mia slipped on her boots, zipped them up, and stood up, facing Angelina and grabbing onto her shoulders.
"Angelina. Listen to me. I am only going to say this once more. It. will. Be. Fine… You. Will. Be. Fine… We. Will. All. Be. FINE!" Angelina stared at her blankly for a second, before nodding.
"I just hope Ron doesn't buckle under the pressure!" Mia rolled her eyes as they left the dormitory, grabbing a Gryffindor scarf as she went.
"Did you see what was on the Slytherins' badges?" Mia asked as they sat down.
"I didn't really want to look," Angelina replied.
"Right… I won't tell you then…"
As Mia was pouring milk into a bowl of cereal, Fred and George slid into seats opposite them. "What the hell d'you reckon W-"
"Angie don't want to know what's on the badges," Mia cut in.
"Ok… um… then, what the hell do you reckon… what was on the badges… meant?" Fred asked.
"Dunno, but I doubt it's good." Suddenly, there was a loud roar and Mia jumped, looking round. Luna Lovegood was standing behind Harry and Ron, smiling vaguely, with something that looked like a… lion on her head. Mia looked back around slowly, with an expression on her face that clearly said 'what the hell?' As Luna glided back over to the Ravenclaw table, Mia glanced back down at Ron.
"He looks like he's about to throw up…" she said.
"But Harry's great at Quidditch!" Fred said.
"I'm not talking about Harry, you idiot! I'm talking about Ron!" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh… well, you said it so much last year about Harry, I just instantly assumed that that you were talking about him."
About five minutes later, Angelina stood up. "I think I'm going to go down to the pitch…" she said, "check out conditions and stuff…"
"We'll come with you," Katie said as her and Alicia stood up.
"Yeah, we'll be there in a sec, after we've actually eaten," Fred said, forking some sausages onto his plate. Angelina nodded and hurried out of the Hall, stopping to talk to Harry and Ron on her way.
Literally minutes later, after Fred and George had shovelled breakfast down their throats, they left and Mia sat there for a moment, tapping her fingers against table and looking a bit like a loner. Down the table, Harry and Ron stood up to leave, and Mia went down the table and sat in their place.
"How did Ron look?" she asked.
"Like he was going to throw up," Ginny replied.
"Let's just hope he doesn't," Hermione said.
Mia, Hermione and Ginny shuffled into the stands. They waited as the stands filled up, and finally, both the Slytherin and the Gryffindor team strode out onto the pitch. Everyone cheered. "C'MON GRYFFINDOR!" Mia bellowed.
"Go Ron!" Hermione clapped.
"Beat the Slytherins!" Ginny called.
Across on the other side of the pitch, the all of the Slytherins were singing something, but they couldn't quite make out what it was amongst all the other cheers.
Down on the pitch, Angelina and the Slytherin captain, Montague, shook hands. Madame Hooch let released the balls, blew her whistle, and all of the players shot up into the air. Instantly, Angelina grabbed the Quaffle, flying towards the post. A low, collective "oooooooo," came from the Gryffindors as a bludger smacked into the back of her head. "Damn," Mia muttered, "C'MON, ANGIE!" Angelina hung in the air for a second, dazed, then shot off towards Katie, who had gained the Quaffle.
The Quaffle switched between the two teams for a few minutes, and slowly, the singing from the Slytherins got louder. Mia, Hermione and Ginny stopped cheering as they heard the words.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
As the rest of the Gryffindor supporters heard the words, they all began to shout and applaud louder, trying to drown them out, but the Slytherins sung just as loud.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
By the goal hoops, it was obvious Ron had heard the words. He was just hanging in the air, motionless. As one of the Slytherin Chasers flew towards him with the Quaffle, the singing got louder.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
"Don't think about it, Ron," Ginny was muttering, "just don't think about it."
"No, no, no! That's no fair!" Hermione was worrying, "they can't do that!"
"C'MON, RON!" Mia was yelling, "YOU CAN BLOCK IT! JUST BLOCK IT!"
Weasley cannot save a thing.
The Slytherin keeper was getting closer to Ron.
He cannot block a single ring.
The Chaser threw the Quaffle.
That's why Slytherins all sing
Ron dived, arms flailing.
Weasley is out king
The Quaffle went straight through the goal hoops.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
"NO! WHY DIDN'T YOU CATCH IT?" Mia screamed, clutching her scalp.
"Block out the words and you'll block the Quaffle!" Ginny shouted.
"Don't let it get to you, Ron!" Hermione called.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
Harry started circling the pitch again. Katie had caught the Quaffle and was zooming across the pitch. Alicia tailed her and Angelina flew in front of her, ready to catch it if she need to. Fred whacked a Bludger towards one of the Slytherin Chasers. George flew into the other Bludger's path, and sent it flying towards Draco Malfoy.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
The Slytherin Chasers managed to get the Quaffle off of Katie and was now flying back towards Ron. It slipped through his fingers, slipped through Angelina's, and finally ended back in Slytherin's possession.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
The Chaser threw the Quaffle at Ron, who failed to catch it again.
Weasley is our King,
"JUST STOP THE EFFING QUAFFLE!" Mia cried.
Weasley is our king
"Ignore it, Ron!" Hermione shouted.
Weasley will make sure we win
"We're going to loose!" Ginny moaned.
Weasley is out king
The singing got louder and louder every time Ron let in a goal. One of the times, he nearly fell off of his broom.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
He let the Quaffle pass him again, and it became forty-nil. Mia screamed at him from the other side of the pitch to catch it. Hermione and Ginny kept yelling at him to ignore the song. But he couldn't.
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Finally, Angelina managed to get the Quaffle through the goal posts. The Gryffindor supports screamed, and a lion's roar sounded from somewhere in the Ravenclaw stand- obviously Luna Lovegood's hat. Minutes later, however, a bludger smacked into Katie and the Slytherins were singing louder then ever.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Suddenly, from high up in the sky, Harry dived, and Malfoy followed a split-second afterwards. They flew down towards the ground. Up above them, Fred, George, and the two new Slytherin Beaters, Crabbe and Goyle, starting fighting for the Bludgers, sending them towards their opposing team's Seeker. The Slytherins were still singing.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
A minute later, Harry pulled his broom to halt, holding his arm up in the air.
"YES! WE WON! GO HARRY!" Mia shrieked.
"Even after Ron let in all those goals!" Ginny cried. Hermione didn't say anything- al least… she didn't say anything that Mia and Ginny could comprehend. She just stood there, clapping and screaming,
Harry jerked forward off his broom, and everyone saw a Bludger flying away.
"WHAT? FOUL! THAT WAS AN EFFING FOUL! HE'S ALREADY GOT THE SNITCH!"
Both of the teams landed, and the Gryffindors crowded around Harry. A few feet away from them, the Slytherin team was standing sulkily. Malfoy stepped forward and said something, but no one up in the stands could hear. Down below, Angelina suddenly grabbed onto Fred's arm, looking as though she was holding him back.
"Shut up! I want to hear what's happening!" Mia said. Either everyone had the same idea, or somehow her message had made its way across all of the stands. Either way, everyone was silent within minutes.
"-Weasley's, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy was saying, "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you?" the people in the Slytherin stands seemed to be grinning, "can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells OK…"
Katie and Alicia were now helping Angelina hold Fred back, whilst Harry was now gripping onto George. Nobody in the stands seemed to notice that Ron was missing.
"Or perhaps," Malfoy mused, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and the Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"
Suddenly, both George and Harry had leapt forward, pounding their fists at Malfoy. The noise in the crowd started up again. Several people were chanting, "fight, fight, fight!" Down on the pitch; Angelina, Katie and Alicia were still restraining Fred, but were all yelling as well.
"NO! STOP BEATING HIM UP!" Mia screeched, "DO IT ANOTHER TIME! WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS BLOODY WATCHING!"
Madam Hooch had realized what had was happen, and was blowing her whistle shrilly, but when it didn't do anything, she shot a spell at Harry.
"What do you think you're doing? I've never seen behaviour like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!" she told them. Harry and George just stared at her for a split-second, fury on their faces, and then they turned and stalked back towards the castle. And second later, McGonagall rose from the staff's stand and strode after them.
Madam Hooch sent the teams back to their changing rooms, and Angelina was still grasping Fred's arm to stop him turning on Malfoy.
When Mia, Hermione and Ginny finally got back to the common room, they found Angelina, Alicia, Katie and Fred already slumped in chairs, looking moody.
"Harry and George not back yet?" Ginny asked.
"Do you see them?" Angelina snapped.
"Right… sorry," Ginny replied. Mia scanned their faces.
"Where's Ron?" she asked.
"I don't know, do I?" Angelina replied, in the same tone.
"Alright, you don't need to talk to us like that!" Mia said, rudely. Angelina breathed in heavily.
"Sorry… it's just…" Angelina trailed off. Mia sat down on the arm of Katie's chair, slinging her arm over the back.
They all stayed sitting there in silence, for how long, no one was sure. Unexpectedly, the portrait door slammed open, banging on wall. "There's no need to break me off my hinges!" the Fat Lady huffed as Harry and George stormed in. Angelina stood up, looking at both of them. Harry flung his arm out and the Snitch he had caught earlier flew out of his hand.
"Well? What happened?" she asked. Harry and George glared at her, but she glared right back, so they had no choice but to answer.
"We got banned," Harry replied quietly. Angelina's legs seemed to go weak as she fell back down on her chair. Everyone around them stared, open mouthed.
"What?" Mia asked.
"We got banned! From Quidditch! By Umbridge! And so did you!" George gestured at Fred.
"Banned?" Angelina said, as though it had only just comprehended, "Banned? No Seeker and no Beaters? What on earth are we going to do?"
The Snitch flew around Mia's head a couple of times before she smacked it away, and it zoomed off towards Neville.
Mia slid off of the chair arm she was sitting on and sat down next to George, placing her hand on his knee and looking up at him sympathetically.
"It's just so unfair, I mean," Alicia said, crossing her arms, "what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"
"Of course not!" Mia scoffed
"He just got lines," Ginny huffed, "I heard Montague laughing about it."
"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!"
"It's not my fault I didn't. I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadn't been holding me back!" Fred muttered darkly, staring off into space with his eyes narrowed, and clenching his fists.
The Snitch continued to flutter around the room, and people kept pushing it away from them as it flew too close to their faces. Hermione's cat kept jumping towards it, but failing to catch it in his paws every time.
They all sat there. Nobody kept track of the time.
Finally, Angelina said, "I'm going to bed… maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream… maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet…" she stood up and drifted towards the stairs. Alicia and Katie followed her a few minutes later. Before Mia stood up to follow, she said, blankly, "You said it was Umbridge who banned you?"
"Yeah," Harry replied as the Snitch whizzed past his head. Mia started shaking her slowly and she balled her hands into fists. She stood up breathed in through nose. She glared into the fire for a second.
"Why?" Hermione asked. Mia looked at her.
"Never mind," she replied, quirking her eyebrows.
I'm pretty sure you all know what's coming next…
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