***Hello, Truth or Dare readers! I'm annairb7! 11 things I need to say first:
1. You should read the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets before reading this fanfiction
2. Ginny can speak in front of Harry and talk to him, and she still has a mega-crush on Harry
3. Set in the Christmas holidays of Harry's 2nd year (Chamber of Secrets book). Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick had been recently attacked
4. Please review and follow and whatever!
5. If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin!
6. I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. JK Rowling does!
7. Most of the dares are based off the dares my friends and I do at lunchtime at school. The extra rules added in here are also based off how we play Truth or Dare!
8. Thank you guys SO SO much for the support and reads and stuff. THANK YOU GUYS!
9. PLEASE suggest possible truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands/tortures! Me and my friends ran out of truths and dares, and we had a particularly disastrous game, so I don't have any truths or dares to use. Please suggest some, because otherwise I won't be able to continue the story :/
10. Sorry, I would have updated quicker, but this chapter got deleted...twice!
11. Enjoy reading!***
Everyone grabbed extra clothes to keep warm in the snow, and Harry grabbed his Nimbus 2000, while the Weasley twins took their Cleansweeps. Once everyone was ready they all marched down to the broom shed.
Harry gave his Nimbus to Hermione, who looked extremely reluctant and a little scared to fly. Fred gave Harry his Cleansweep, and picked up a very old and worn down Shooting Star. George passed Ron his Cleansweep, and grabbed an ancient Silver Arrow. 'Mount your brooms!' Ginny said to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. Everyone did as she commanded. 'All ready?' yelled Ginny, grinning evilly at the 5. 'Yes!' everyone shouted in reply, though Hermione a little fainter than the rest.
'On your marks...get set...GO!' gleefully screamed the red headed girl.
Hermione's POV
The others shot off into the bleak sky, snow swirling around them. I awkwardly lean forward, grabbing the handle of Harry's broom tightly. If there's one thing I hate, it's flying.
Flying doesn't scare me, of course. It's just that it feels weird, it just doesn't work for me. It's hard to explain.
Suddenly the Nimbus shoots right up. I scream, swerving around in the air like mad. I narrowly miss crashing head-first into the castle's wall. I'm really far from the Quidditch pitch, oh no, now I'm zooming towards the Forbidden Forest.
I turn, and dive towards Ginny, fast, too fast. 'Aghhhhhhh!' I scream loudly, shooting towards the ground. 'Slow down, Hermione!' bellows Ginny. I'm too fast, I can't control it.
The snowy ground comes closer...and closer...
By some miracle, I pull the broom upwards, and I hit the ground firmly, but not that hard. Ginny runs over to where I stand, midway from her and the Quidditch pitch.
'Hermione! Are you alright?' Ginny asks, looking at me in a concerned way. None of this would have happened if Ginny didn't set this dare! Of course I don't really blame her, though, but I still grumble 'Ginny Weasley, I hate you.'
Ron's POV
All of us (excluding Hermione, who seems to have not left the ground) shoot forward. Harry leads, me right on his tail. I can hear Fred and George flying right behind me at he back, due to their terrible school brooms.
The 4 of us zoom towards the Quidditch pitch. It's pretty cold, as it's snowing, plus it's pretty windy. A huge gust of wind comes by, and I get blown to the right. 'Bloody hell!' I holler, finally braking. Great. Now I'm really behind everyone.
I turn, and shoot off towards the Quidditch pitch again. I can see blue and yellow figures zooming around the place, and I wonder why they're wearing their Quidditch robes if they're practicing.
I'm okay at flying, I've had a little bit of practice with Fred, George, and sometimes Charlie (when I was quite young).
I see the bright-red Quaffle, it stands out against the light blue Ravenclaw Quidditch robes. I see the Ravenclaw with the Quaffle shoot at the goal, but the Quaffle didn't go in, and the Ravenclaw girl didn't block the Quaffle.
Something with black robes, not blue or yellow, intervened, and as the black figure dived, the red ball tucked under their arm, I realise it's one of the Truth or Dare players. Ugh, I've lost my chance for the 2-chicken head start!
Fred's POV
I expect to go rocketing up, soaring through the snowy sky. But I don't. The broom I'm on, a really old Shooting Star, is soooooo slow. George's Silver Arrow isn't as slow as mine, though!
Harry's in the lead, Ron pretty close behind. I'm behind Ron, not by too much, and George is right behind me. I have no idea where Hermione is.
A huge gust of wind, and Ron goes flying way off course, spiralling right. I hear my little brother cursing as he goes flying. Bye, Ron!
Ron's probably out of the running, Hermione as well. I haven't seen her in the air yet.
I'm in the Quidditch game, now. I don't know where Harry and George are, but I don't care at the moment, I don't know where the Quaffle is. I frantically look around, looking for the bright red ball.
'What're doing?' yelled a Ravenclaw girl, flying towards me. I recognised her as the Ravenclaw Seeker. 'Flying' I told her. The girl sighed angrily. 'I mean, why are you interrupting our Quidditch practice?' she demanded. 'Because I can' I answer. The girl turned an ugly red. 'Leave!' she bellowed. 'Someone's in a mood' I grin at her. 'Ugh!' the Ravenclaw Seeker shouted, and zipped off, circling the pitch, looking for the Snitch (hey, that rhymes!). I hover midair for a moment, before remembering. 'No! The Quaffle!' I yell, but it's too late.
Someone wearing black robes dives, the red Quidditch ball under their right arm. 'No!' I yell, chasing after them, but they were too far away.
I groan.
George's POV
We all take off, Harry at the front, Ron behind Harry, Fred in front of me, and me last. Actually, no. Hermione's last. Wait, where's Hermione?
Never mind that, I need to get the Quaffle. I wish I could go faster, this Silver Arrow is rubbish! Not saying my own Cleansweep is loads better, but still.
The wind howls as it pushes against us all, like a giant hand pushing us to the right. I manage to stay on track, same as Harry and Fred. Little Ronnie was swept way over to the right. Bye, Ron!
'Go faster!' I mentally urge my broom, but no, unfortunately it doesn't follow my command. Harry and Fred have already reached the Quidditch pitch, and I can hear Fred yelling at the Ravenclaw Seeker.
Amid Fred and the Ravenclaw girl's heated argument, a loud and terrified screech reaches my ears. Instinctively, I turn around, and I see a wild-haired brunette rocketing downwards. Hermione!
I can see my sister's red hair bobbing around the white snow, running around, as Hermione shot downwards. She's going to crash!
Abandoning my little quest to get the Quaffle, I fly towards Hermione. I can't do anything, though! My broom is ancient and really bad.
No! Hermione's going to crash!
But she doesn't. I don't know how, but Hermione's alright!
I see Hermione and Ginny talking, and just as I touch down on the snow, I hear Hermione say 'Ginny Weasley, I hate you.'
'Well that's not nice, Hermione' I say, joining the girls' conversation. 'She doesn't mean it' Ginny says, smiling. 'Hermione, are you alright?' I ask her. 'That's exactly what Ginny said to me' Hermione told me. 'Anyway, good job, George! Where's the Qua - oh' Ginny breaks off, realising I don't have the Quaffle. Wait! The Quaffle! No, I've lost the group dare!
Harry's POV
All of us take off, and yes! I'm first place! No one is ahead of me, I'm in the front. I don't know who's in what placing right now, because there's no point of me turning to look. I've got a decent chance of winning, because my broom is in the middle for how good it is (out of my Nimbus, the twin's Cleansweeps, and the school Shooting Star and Silver Arrow). I'm really good at flying, plus I'm Seeker, and getting the Quaffle will be much easier than getting the Snitch.
A huge gust of wind comes, and I just manage to brake, before I went flying way off. 'Bloody hell!' I hear someone yell. I turn my head to the right, and I can see Ron, his broom madly swinging to the right. Somehow he brakes. It was lucky Ron didn't fall off, or he'd probably fall onto one of the greenhouses and break his neck.
I keep shooting forwards, towards the Quidditch pitch. What's my plan? Should I ask to borrow the Quaffle? Probably not. Even though the Hufflepuffs and most Ravenclaws are pretty nice, I doubt they'd give the Quaffle to me.
Okay then. Maybe snatch it off the person with the Quaffle, like how the Chasers do it in a real game of Quidditch? No, it'll be too tricky.
I'm there! I haven't got a plan, but never mind that. I scan the sea of blue and yellow blurs, and I see a bright red ball, making its way to the Ravenclaw Keeper. The Chaser shoots - and without thinking, I zoom in between the advancing Chaser and the Keeper. I smack the ball out o the air, hitting it down. 'Hey!' shouted the Ravenclaw Keeper. 'What was that for?' 'Sorry!' I yell back, before diving. The air rushes past me as I hurtle down, and I grab the Quaffle. Yes! I've got it! Now all I need to do is get to the ground safely without the Truth or Dare players or the Quidditch players get the Quaffle from me.
'I'll give it back in a minute!' I shout at the disgruntled Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Quidditch players. I can hear some distant yelling. I think it's one of the twins and one of the Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs, but that doesn't matter, I've got to go!
I dive, shooting straight down for the snow, and at the last moment I level out, zooming right at Ginny, Hermione, and is that one of the Weasley twins?
I halt, just a moment from crashing into the group of 3 Truth or Dare players. Hermione gives a small shriek when I nearly crash into her.
'Congratulations, Harry!' Ginny says, smiling. 'You get 2 chickens. 'Good one, Harry' the twin says. I'm pretty sure it's George. 'Thanks' I grin back at them. 'Where was everyone? No one gave me much competition.' 'Well' Ginny said. 'Hermione here was having major problems with flying on a broom, and nearly crashed and killed herself.' 'Bit dramatic' frowned Hermione. 'Hermione, it was that bad, though' Ginny told her. 'Anyways, I was chasing after you, but then I saw Hermione shooting towards the ground, and I went to help, because I'm a noble and brave Gryffindor' George explained. Hermione, Ginny and I all laughed at George's last remark.
A redheaded figure came to touch down lightly on the snow. 'Ron!' Hermione said. 'What happened to you?' Ron scowled. 'Stupid gust of wind blew me away' Ron grumbled. 'I came straight here because I saw Harry with the Quaffle and I knew I'd lost. So what happened to you all?' 'Well, I obviously got the Quaffle' said Harry, holding up the vivid red ball. 'I can't really fly' Hermione said, slightly ruefully. 'Hermione tried to fly, and she nearly died in attempt' Ginny added. 'And I decided not to go for the Quaffle and went back to go and try to help Hermione' George finished. 'You did nothing!' Ginny cried. 'You got back after Hermione managed to land safely! It was me who helped Hermione!' 'Not really' Hermione interjected. 'It was mostly me who did the work. You were just moral support.'
Whatever Ginny was going to say was lost as Fred swept down beside everyone. 'Hi, all' greeted Fred cheerfully. 'Why're back so late?' asked Ron. 'The Ravenclaw Seeker was getting all mad for not much of a reason' Fred explained. 'Then, after the Seeker left, I tried to fly back after Harry, but I knew I wasn't going to catch up to him. Anyway, then one off the Beaters asks me what Harry was doing and whether I had anything to do with it, and if I was, to please stop.' 'And what did you say?' I asked Fred. 'I said I'd been doing a flying race with you, but you'd thought it'd be funny if you took the Quaffle, and I had nothing to do with it' Fred mischievously grinned. 'Wow, thanks, Fred' I said sarcastically. 'Harry' Ginny said suddenly. 'You need to return the Quaffle.'
I sigh. 'Thanks to Fred, it's going to be a lot harder. But I'll do it.'
Hermione passed me my Nimbus 2000, and I took off again with the Quaffle. I soared higher and higher until I was back at the Quidditch pitch. The Ravenclaws, wearing sky-blue robes, were all huddled together, talking strategies, probably. The canary-yellow robed Hufflepuffs were racing each other.
'Hey!' I yell, and all of the Quidditch players turn around. 'Here's your Quaffle' I throw the bright red ball to the nearest person, a boy Ravenclaw Chaser. 'Hey, can you not do that again, please? It's not funny' a Hufflepuff girl said, twirling her Beater bat around in her hands. 'Yeah, that's taking away all of our fun for just your fun' a Ravenclaw girl said (I'm pretty sure she's the Keeper). 'I'm really sorry' I said, deciding that arguing and saying that Fred had been joking about me taking it for a laugh. 'That's alright' accepted the Hufflepuff Chaser. 'Just don't do it again.' 'I won't!' I said. 'Bye!'
I zoomed to the ground, where Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were all talking, still exchanging their point of view of the group dare.
'Okay' Ginny said. 'Let's go back to the castle.'
Overall POV
The 6 Truth or Dare players back up to Gryffindor Tower, because all of us were getting pretty cold. 'Dingleberry' Ron told the Fat Lady. 'You may enter' she said, swinging forward.
Everyone sat in their favourite armchairs. Next to the fire Hermione, on Hermione's right Ginny, on Ginny's other side Ron, next to Ron Harry, and the twins next to Harry.
Hermione got out yet another fresh piece of parchment, and on it wrote:
Truth or Dare
Players: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George
Harry: 5 chickens
Ron: 3 chickens
Hermione: 3 chickens
Ginny: 3 chickens
Fred: 3 chickens
George: 3 chickens
'Harry's turn, I'm guessing?' asked Ron. 'Yeah' Hermione replied. Harry grinned, surveying everyone, deciding who to pick.
'I choose...'
***Thanks for reading! Please review! Any suggestions on truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands? Tell me! I've run out of truhts and dares to use, so if I get no suggestions I may have to end the story, and we don't want that happening! If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin! I know it's not as good as this fanfic, I was putting most of my efforts into this story rather than my Hunge Games story.
Hope you guys are happy with this chapter :)
Goodbye!***