Time for chapter four!
This is my first story on here, so if you catch anything that I haven't yet, please let me know!
Disclaimer: If was J.K. Rowling, I'd have written Draco Malfoy as the main character, and made the books not very suitable for the younger audiences. ;) But sadly, I'm not Rowling, so I don't own her characters. But I do own mine. And the plot. Sort of…
Everyone waited for the Quidditch season to start, so they could see how good Harry Potter really was. The match on Saturday was the first time that students not involved in Gryffindor's Quidditch team would see him play. People wouldn't stop whispering about him, just one of them being Hazel herself.
Blaze and Hazel woke up Saturday morning and found the Great Hall filled with chatter and the smell of sausages. It was quite cold, but the sun still blinded them from the sky.
The students filed into the seats, high above the ground, some with binoculars but all with banners or house colors on flags.
It was time. Madame Hooch stood in the middle of the field, holding her broom as she waited for the teams.
The players mounted their brooms and shot into the air.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too - " The commentator was interrupted by Prof. McGonagall. "JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
Hazel would have rolled her eyes, but that would have risked her losing sight of the players on the field. The Jordan boy went on, and she caught snatches of what he said, but she didn't need him to say, "GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" when the Gryffindors cheered. The Slytherins moaned and booed, but before Hazel joined in, the Jordan boy said, ". . . wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
Harry Potter and the Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs raced toward it, just close enough to touch it but not close enough to hold it.
But Potter sped up. He kept reaching, and reaching, and -
WHAM! The Gryffindors screamed, and some yelled, "Foul!" when Marcus Flint 'blocked' Potter, who spun and was barely able to hang on to his broom. Hazel was one of the many Slytherins cheering and clapping.
Madame Hooch reprimanded Flint and awarded the Gryffindors a free shot.
But the damage was done. The Snitch was gone.
Hazel was relieved. She didn't want Harry Potter to win against her house, of course, but was still mad that Flint had not only lost the Snitch for Potter but for Higgs as well.
The game went on, but people started to point at Potter a few minutes later. His broom was rolling and jerking, as if trying to throw him off. He was barely hanging on, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were screaming, "LET GO! LET GO!"
Flint scored five times during this, but no one noticed. The red-headed twins tried to help Potter, but the broom only rose higher. Just when it seemed he would fall, he was able to climb back up onto his broom. He sped toward the ground and coughed when he got there.
He'd caught the Snitch. In his MOUTH.
Gryffindor WON.
Flint argued that Potter didn't catch it, that he nearly swallowed it for about twenty minutes afterwards. But he hadn't broken rules, and Gryffindor won, 170 to 60.
Some older Slytherins laughed, and kept saying that he must've done it before, that he must've had experience with balls in his mouth, whatever that meant. Hazel had no clue. The Slytherin common room was quiet when she and Blaze got there.
Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, and favorited/alerted! I'm so glad people are reading and liking it! Also, Jade, Hazel's cat, thanks you. She got kitty greenies as well, so she's happy. :D
Horseygirl7 – Thanks for the review! I updated and fed the cat! I'd rather not be hunted down, lol. But it would explain the stalker I've had for the past few days…
Remember to feed the kitty! All you have to do is review… *meow!*