(Author's Note – Hello. I hope you guys are ready for a new chapter. Now, this time you will get the Quidditch match this time. Meaning that you will finally see Sophie complete in her first match. Now, in order to build Sophie up, you will see more interactions with Draco, the twins, Neville, Ginny etc. and see more of her personality. I've been guilty of not doing this and that's why people were turned away from the story, there's not much here to keep people interested, so you will start seeing more of this. So, Quidditch match. As always, I don't own Harry Potter or I'll not need to do this. Enjoy!)
Last Time: They finally get their hands on the book, 'Moste Potente Potions' after a long delay with Lockhart. Even though the chamber of secrets has everyone on edge, there's an even bigger thing on Sophie's mind right now, her first and upcoming Quidditch match.
The rest of the week felt like a long, pointless drag. The teachers gave us a lot of homework to try to keep our minds off the trouble that was cause this week by the petrify of Filch's cat and the suppose chamber of secrets. I woke up early on Saturday morning because of one thing. Oh no, today's the day. The first Quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. I'll be facing Draco, oh I look forward to breaking his nose. No, no, don't think that. Focus on your own goal, scoring them. Oh well, here I go. I pulled myself out of my bed and I see, I assume, my Quidditch uniform. It looked old and mouldy, like the clothes I used to wear at the orphanage. I walked into the girl's showers to wash myself and put on the uniform. The boots felt a bit tight, and the gloves look stupid. I walk down the stairs to the dormitory to see an banner with the words, 'Good luck, Gryffindor.' At least there will be people to see my disappointment when I make a fool out of myself.
"Sleep well?" I turned and found Oliver Wood behind me with a big smile on his face.
"Not really." I answered. "Thoughts in my head kept me all night."
"But today's the first game. Need you fresh and ready to go cause you are starting."
"What?! I thought Angelina was starting." I said with a grasp.
"Didn't you get the message?" He asked again.
"Nope." I said
"Damn those twins, can't trust them with anything. Angelina dropped out of the squad a week ago because of an injury she picked up in class, Pomfrey said she won't be playing Quidditch this year. you will be taking her starting spot." Wood answered.
"Wha-?" I spoke but Wood Cut me off.
"But that's okay, you can handle it, right?" He said with a smile
"I don't think..."
"Splendid. Now get some food into you." And he walked straight out of the common room. With that, I fainted onto the couch, well, not fainted I started to hyperventilate over this news. Now, I feel like I've been thrown into the fire and expected to perform Miracles.
"You okay?" Ginny? Where did she come from? "I heard all of that."
"Yeah." I said sarcastically. "My first match and I'm starting. I'm already nervous enough as it is."
"Well, It can't be that bad."
"Don't say that." I said, pointing my finger at her.
"It ain't. I know it all too well. Come on, Let's have Breakfast."
"I don't feel hungry." I answered.
"You're eating, whether you like it or not." Then she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the common room.
"Is it usually Hermione pulling me around?" I asked her.
"Not today. Last thing you want is playing a game of Quidditch on an empty stomach." Ginny said as she kept pulling me all the way down the corridor.
"Reason you're saying because, apparently, you play with your brothers." I told her.
"I do play with my brothers. Didn't Ron tell you?"
"Not really." I answered.
"Has he mentioned anything about me?"
"I work out one thing about you." I told her.
"What?"
"Your crush on Harry." Ginny's face went beet red. "So, it's true. You do like him."
"I don't like him like that!" She said.
"You say that but your eyes, they tell a different story." I teased as we enter the great hall. Everyone was buzzing about today's match. But at our table, I saw the whole team sitting there, saying very little. I waved goodbye to Ginny and took my place next to the team. Judging by their facial expressions, they don't think they have a chance in hell of beating Slytherin. Harry sat right next to me and he too, wasn't looking confident.
"Heard you were starting." He whispered to me.
"Yep." I said.
"Are you looking forward to it?"
"Nope." I answered.
"Don't worry, you're not the only one." He said.
"We are going to get our asses kicked, unless you get the snitch."
"Before Malfoy."
"Yeah." I said with a irritated voice. "Malfoy."
"Miss Sophie Lestrange!" A voice shouted into the hall. I looked up and saw Professor McGonagall at the front door. "Would you come with me?" What?! What did I do now? I left my teammates and the hall to the cheers coming from the Slytherin table. I followed her to her office and I stood in front of her desk, with a rather strange looking package on her desk.
"You ready for today's match?" McGonagall asked me
"Y-Yeah. Professor." I sputtered out.
"Relax, Miss Lestrange. You're not in trouble. In fact, I'm here to give you something." She said and pointed at the desk.
"What is it?" I said.
"Open it and see." She said. I approached the broom and with caution, I started to open the package. What I saw shocked me. Was it...
"Is that... the Nimbus two-thousand?" I asked. "But who got it?"
"There's a letter attached with it. I think you'll find your answers there." She said. I saw an envelope and opened it.
"Dear, Sophie.
Hope you are ready for your first match as a Quidditch player. Obviously, you will already see your Nimbus 2001, you can't let your cousin have all the fun. Consider it a late birthday present. Good luck. We're rooting for you.
Love, Andy and Tonks.
"It must've cost them a lot of money." I muttered to myself.
"Yes it did." McGonagall said. "Now, you better start heading down to the pitch. The match will be starting soon. Good luck."
"Thanks, Professor." I said and I left the room and went straight down to the field. Unfortunately, I bumped into my rival, my cousin, Draco.
"Malfoy." I said.
"Lestrange." He hit back.
"It's a shame we aren't on the same team but I look forward to seeing your face when we win." I said.
"How are you going to even kept up with us?" He asked. "We have the fastest brooms in this entire school."
"Only because you whined to your father."
"Don't you ever disrespect my father." He said.
"What are you going to do?" I teased. "Report me? You might have to."
"Oh... Do I?" He asked.
"After you called Hermione a mudblood, you owe me one punch to your pretty face."
"You defend them, still? You're disrespecting..."
"My family name, yeah, yeah, honestly, I don't care. If you ever hurt her feelings again, I'll hexed your face off."
"My father will hear about this!"
"Yeah, he will." And I walked off to join my teammates. I arrived at the ground with my nerves starting to get worse. I'm scared now.
"Where did you get that?" Oliver asked as I entered the change rooms.
"A gift from my family." I answered.
"The nimbus 2001?" Harry said.
"Yeah." I said.
"Well, at least we'll have someone be able to keep up with Slytherin." He said and then he started to speak about 'what I assume' is the pre-match talk.
"Slytherin have better brooms than us." He began. "No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We're trained harder than they have, we've been flying in all weathers..."
"Too true." George Weasley muttered. "I haven't been properly dry since August."
"...and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team." With his chest heaving with emotion, he then turned to Harry. "It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."
"So no pressure, Harry." Said Fred, winking at him. As the team walked out onto the pitch, a roar of noise greeted us, mainly cheers, because I think Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard too. Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares.
"On my Whistle... three... two... one" She blew the whistle, It's on.
"And we are underway here, the first match of the season, Slytherin vs Gryffindor." The commentator, Lee Jordan, who was in Gryffindor. I flew up towards the leaden sky in search for the Quaffle. I found it, in the hands of the Slytherins, and they have already scored the first goal. I got thrown the quaffle and I threw it at the post but it rebounded towards the field. I miss.
"Take your time, Sophie." Harry shouted at me. Ten minutes into the match, we were thirty points down an the changes were few and far in-between. I knocked the quaffle out of Flint's hand and I stormed towards the goalposts, I had the Slytherins defenders on my arse but I slotted the goal, right down the middle. The crowd, minus the Slytherins, went into a uproar
"Gryffindor has its first goal. Sophie Lestrange scores on debut." Lee shouted out. Harry flew over to congratulate.
"You did it, Sophie." He said.
"Had any luck finding the Snitch?" I asked.
"No, but it will show up soon." He answered.
"Harry, DUCK!" I shouted as a bludger zoom straight past us. Lucky for us, right into the path of George, who whacked the bludger towards Adrian Pucey.
"Chose one!" He said.
"Yeah." I said as I zoomed off for the quaffle. Every time I scored, Slytherin responded with three of their own. Again, the bludger aimed for me and Harry again. We managed to avoid it, Just. George whacked it away but like a boomerang, it zoomed right back at us.
"Split up!" I shouted at him. I went left and he went right but the bludger followed Harry. Why is the bludger only going after Harry? Fred whacked it away from Harry but the bludger still went after Harry as the rain started to pelt. I flew straight towards Wood, who quickly knocked away another shot at goal.
"WOOD!" I shouted at him, which then he turned towards me. "Someone's tampered with one of the Bludgers. It's only going after Harry."
"Wood!" George shouted at us. "We need time out." Wood signals towards Hooch to stop the game. She blew her whistle for time out.
"Come with me." He said and we flew towards Harry and the twins. "What's going on? Said Wood, as the Gryffindor team huddled together.
"Someone's tampered with the bludger." George said angrily. "It won't leave Harry alone, It hasn't gone for anyone else all game. The Slytherin must have done something to it."
"But the Bludgers have been locked in Madam Hooch's office since our last practice, and there was nothing wrong with them then..." Said Wood anxiously.
"Guys, Madam Hooch is coming." I said to the team.
"Listen." Harry said to the team. "With the twins flying around me all the time, the only way I'm going to get the snitch is if it flies up my arm. Go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the rogue one."
"Don't be thick." Said Fred. "It'll take your head off."
"Wood, this is mad." Said Alicia Spinnet angrily. " You can't let Harry deal with that thing on his own. Let's ask for an inquiry.."
"If we stop now, we'll have to forfeit the match!" Said Harry. "And if we not losing to Slytherin just because of a mad bludger. Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone."
"This is all your fault." George said to Wood. "Get the Snitch or die trying, What a stupid thing to say."
"Ready to resume play?" Madam Hooch asked us. Oliver had one look at Harry's face.
"All right." He said. "Fred, George, you heard Harry – Leave him alone and let him deal with the bludger on his own." Oh, this is suicide. I grabbed Harry by his collar.
"Just hope you know what you're bloody doing." I snarled at him.
"Don't worry about me. Just focus on scoring on those goals." He said before zooming up into the air with the rogue going straight after him. The rain was getting much heavier now. I couldn't see a bloody thing.
"Slytherin leads Gryffindor 90-30. Now there's a bludger going straight after Harry. I wouldn't be surprised that Slytherin had something to do with it." Lee said on the microphone. Lee always been biased. Eventually, I caught the Quaffle and I scored a goal, thirty seconds later, I scored another one, then another one, I was on a roll. Slytherin was struggling to keep up with me.
"The scores reads, 120-90 in favour of Slytherin. Sophie's dragging the game back for Gryffindor." But I was getting tired, my arms felt weak from all the throwing I was doing. Come on, Harry, anytime now. Then I saw him, snatch the snitch from right underneath me but then he hit the ground and he was in some discomfort. I flew straight to him and jumped right off my broom and ran straight to him.
"Harry!" I shouted as I ran towards him. "Harry, are you Alright?"
"Aha. He said to me. "Sophie, we've won." And he fainted.
"Harry?" I slapped him on the face and I saw his left was in a bad way.
"Is Harry alright?" Hermione said as she arrived with Ron.
"No. His arm's broken. We've to get him to Pomfrey." I said. Unfortunately, a certain teacher just arrived on scene.
"Don't worry about him. I can fix that arm of his straight away." He beamed. This won't go well.
"Oh no, not you."
"Harry, hey buddy." I said to him, holding his good arm.
"The boy doesn't know what he's saying." Said Lockhart loudly, to the anxious crowd if Gryffindors pressing around us. "Not to worry, Harry. I'll about to fix your arm."
"No!" Said Harry.
"Professor, I really think he should see the doctor." I said but he wasn't listening because he had his wand pointed at Harry's arm. Harry shut his eyes as Lockhart perform the spell on him. Well, the arm looks alright. I went to feel his arm and I felt nothing. Uh oh. What has he done?
"Ah." Said Lockhart. "Yes, well, that can sometimes happen. But the point, the bones are no longer broken."
What, broken?!" I said. 'Bloody hell, There's nothing left."
"Ah, Well, Mr Weasley, Ms Granger and Ms Lestrange, can you take Harry up to the Hospital?"
"With Pleasure." I said then grabbed Harry and with Ron's help, we carry him up to the Hospital. Where Madam Pomfrey wasn't pleased at all. Well, when is she?
"You should have come straight to me!" She raged, holding up that sad, limp reminder of, what, half an hour ago, had been a working arm. "I can mend bones in a heartbeat but growing them back..."
"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asked.
"I'll be able, certainly, but it will be painful." Pomfrey said grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pyjamas. "You'll have to say the night." Me and Hermione waited outside the curtain while Ron helped Harry into his pyjamas.
"How can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh?" I said to her.
"Any one can make a mistake." Said Hermione.
"Look, if Harry wanted de-boning he would have asked." I can't believe this crap from Hermione. Then Pomfrey returned with a bottle called Skele-Gro.
"You're in for a rough night, Potter." She said. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business." She handed him a glass of that stuff but as soon as he had a taste, he spat it back out. Throwing it up back all over me.
"Thanks, Harry." I said. "This shit's all over my clothes."
"Language, young lady." Pomfrey said. "Now, this boy needs rest so out! OUT!." We quickly ran out of the hospital wing, leaving Harry all by himself.
"Will Harry be alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, the bones will need time to re-grow but he will be fine." Hermione said.
"We won!" Ron said. "You should've see the look on Malfoy's face. He was ready to kill!"
"Yeah. But now, I'm buggered." I said to both of them as we walk back to the common room.
(Author's Note – Finish. Now, obviously because Sophie won't be in the wing when Harry sees Dobby, that part of the story will be left out. But I will continue from the next chapter with the making of the potion, the duelling club, up to the bit where Harry is told about being the Heir of Slytherin. Now, Enjoy the chapter, next one will be up Friday. As always, until next time, Kizzard245 out!)