"Go go Gryffindor, go go Gryffindor!" Isabella cheered, watching Harry swoop past, looking for the snitch. Ravenclaw was, yet again, supporting the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"And it's Johnson - Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me -" Lee commentated.

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall's voice scolded.

"- just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest - and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's - ouch - been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and - nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse-passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away -"

"- dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger - close call, Alicia - and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?" And as Lee paused to listened, the song rose loud and clear from the sea of silver and green in the Slytherin section of the stands:

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherin's all sing:

Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin

He always lets the Quaffle in

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our King."

"That's not very nice," Luna commented, the lion on her hat growling and snarling.

"- and Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, trying to drown out the words of the song. "Come on now, Angelina - looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! - SHE SHOOTS - SHE -"

"Aw man," Isabella groaned, hitting the railing as Bletchley the Slytherin keeper saved the goal. He threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zig-zagging in between Alicia and Katie; the singing from the Slytherin's grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron.

"- and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger ranger with just the Keeper ahead - so it's a test of new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team - come on, Ron!"

But Ron dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle soared between them straight through Ron's central hoop.

"Slytherin score!" Lee's voice announced over the cheering and booing. "So that's ten-nil to Slytherin - bad luck, Ron."

Ron let in three more goals and the Slytherin's singing grew louder. Finally Katie Bell managed to get the Quaffle through the Slytherin's hoop. Luna's lion hat roared joyfully and Isabella cheered.

Finally, Harry managed to catch the Snitch giving Gryffindor the winning points despite Ron's abysmal goal keeping. One of the Slytherin Beaters, Isabella thought he was called Goyle, hit Harry as soon at he grabbed the Snitch. Harry was knocked off his broom, but he had dived close to the ground and only fell about two meters.

Madam Hooch descended on Goyle and berated him soundly as the Gryffindor team landed and helped Harry to his feet.

Malfoy had also landed and was saying something to Harry, his pale face sour and angry. Something he said must have set Fred and George off, because they visibly stiffened and glared at the Slytherin Seeker.

Suddenly Angelina, Katie, and Harry were holding the twins back as they strove to leap at Malfoy.

"What's going on?" Alex asked, watching the scene below. And then, quite unexpectedly, Harry let go of George and they were both sprinting at Malfoy. They leapt on the Slytherin and began to beat him soundly.

"Harry! George! NO!" Isabella knew it was useless to yell, they couldn't possibly hear her. She turned and ran down to the pitch, pushing her way through the crowd. By the time she got there, however, George and Harry had been sent from the pitch, Malfoy lay in a sobbing heap on the grass, and Fred was being restrained by Alicia, Katie, and Angelina.

"What happened?" Isabella demanded of Angelina.

"He insulted my mum and dad!" Fred snarled, still striving to get at Malfoy. "Come on, just let me punch him once!"

"No!" Isabella shouted, pulling out her wand. Suddenly Fred shank and became very furry and white. Alicia, Katie, and Angelina started when Fred slipped from their hands and turned into a...

"You need to cool off!" Isabella informed the snowshoe hare, picking him up by the scruff of his neck. She shook Fred soundly and set him on the grass. His eyes were wide with shock and he sat there, frozen in terror.

"Where is Mister Weasley?" Professor Flitwick demanded, coming down onto the field.

"Which one?" Isabella inquired politely. The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was either laughing or in shock. Ginny picked up the rabbit that had been her brother.

"Good Lord, Miss O'Reagan!" Flitwick exclaimed, catching sight of the rabbit in Ginny's arms. "Not another one! Change Mr. Weasley back this instant!" Isabella sighed and flicked her wand. Ginny stepped back at the rabbit grew into her older brother. He had the same horrified look that the rabbit had had.

"Miss O'Reagan, twenty points from Ravenclaw!" Flitwick said. "If I told you to stop transform boys into animals once, I've told you fifty times!"

"I will when they stop acting like them," Isabella grumbled. All of the girls present laughed, if a little nervously.