Chapter 11 - Electric Buckroo

A/N: what is this another chapter posted? I must make obnoxiously long travel plans more often. Also if any of yous are planning on solo back packing Italy I would recommend bring a pillow, energy drink or sleeping tablets and snacks lol. Also water I usually despise it but I was so parched when I got to Rome I almost cried upon getting a bottle and a suprisingly spicy bacon roll. Why is it spicy?

-Harry-

As Harry made the short walk to the quidditch pitch it suddenly felt many times longer then it was. His legs felt like jelly and he looked at several bushes to see if they would be a good option for a tactical vom. As they arrived at their pre game room he lent his broom against the wall as he went for his 5th nervous piss of the morning. Taking deep breathes he emerged to the stall grabbed his broom and joined the rest of his team for Olivers pep talk.

"This year is the year we're finally going to win the quidditch cup I can just tell. We all need to be on pur A game as the slytherins aren't going to play as nicely. Angelina, Katie and Alicia you're going to need to keep a close eye out for bludgers. Weasleys knock those fuckers of their broom. Harry make sure to catch the snitch or die trying. This is the best team for years we got this!" Wood said passionetly. "Everybody ready? Off we go."

One by one they leaped onto their brooms to their starting positions as the slytherins did the same. Glancing over to the twins for reassurance then to the crowd he gulped nervously.

"A nice clean game please." Madame Hooch chided before blowing the starting whistle.

With a start Harry soared upwards gazing upwards as he went. Turning to the left he dodged the bludger then began circling like a bird of prey hunting for it's dinner.

-Hermione-

Nervously Hermione gazed up to the game. It was clear slytherin were not happy to down 30 points. They seemed single handly trying to take out as many gryffindor player as possible.

Gulping Hermione winced as Alicia was roughly elbowed by a slytherin chaser as he attempted to grapple the ball from her. A loud boo and angry cheer of foul game from the gryffindor box as Madame Hooch called the foul. This game was gettint riddiclous.

"I can't belivef those slytherins theyre goina ruddy kill him." Hagrid grumbled angry as a bludger almost sent Harry falling from around 50 foot.

A/N: excuse my terrible attempt of Hagrids accent

Fred flew by Harry to move the peskly bludger onto better targets. As Oliver missed a goal scored by Bletchy Hermione suddenly noticed Harry seemed to be riding a bucking broom.

"Whats he doing?" She asked pointing.

"it's like the brooms tryna ruddy buck him off." Hagrid mumbled in concern.

"HANG ON!" Ron yelled concerned.

Looking around Hermione scanned the bleches. It was like Harrys broom was being bewitched. Scanning the slytherin portion she noticed that Snape was making unwavering eye contact and mumbling under his breath.

"It's proffessor snape we got to stop him." Hermione mumbled to Ron and Hagrid.

"What do you mean. He's a proffessor he would never." Hagrid replied offended.

"Hagrid I know a jinx when I see one. He's not blinking and he's mumbling under his breath. Why wouldn't he be blinking if he wasn't?" Hermione replied dragging Ron with her as she hastily made her way to the stands.

Several students screamed as Harry almost lost his grip.

"wher-what M'ione?" Ron asked.

"shhh." She hushed as she lead them under the teachers in the stands. Crawling towards the greese black robes she carefully aimed herself in a position she could make a quick escape. "Incendio." She hissed.

A small lick of fire quickly spread across Snapes robes easily igniting on whatever left over potions his robes must have billowed through.

Smirking slightly Hermione grabbed Rons hand and pulled him back towards the stands to see if her plan had suceed.

-Harry-

Harry was confused and also completely shit scared. He was sure he had signed of for quidditch and not broom buckeroo. Right now he was definetly playing buckeroo and badly at that. If he were a cowboy well he would be a shit cowboy he thought wondering if he should have a better metaphor coming to mind.

Grimacing Harry attempted to swing a flailing leg more securely around the bronching broom. The broom then decided to jerk forward causing a shrill high pitched shriek (which probably broke at least 2 windows) to fall out his mouth. He now only had one flimsy hand gripping onto his broom.

Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down. Fuck why did I look down. Harry thought frantically gulping as he realised how far from him the ground was. I can't die. Not like this surely, I still had things to do, I still have bertie botts every flavoured beans to finish eating. Theres still flavours out there to try. Imagine the satisfaction Uncle Vernon would have not having to deal with his magical ass again. Harry reach up grab that broom handle. Yeah me your doing it. Grab it that's it. That's both hand hell fucking yeah. Right next time the broom dips down to the left I'll swing my left leg over. Fuck fuck fuck don't be dip like that. Keep holding on Harry that's it ...right now a leg over it...I'm on thank fuckedy fuck..it's stopped. It's stopped bucking. Harry took a deep breath of relieve in.

Glancing to the right he spotted a splash or gold out if the corner his eye. Smirking in relief he lent forwards to pick up speed as he mannoueved his broom to after it. Adjusting his broom to pick up height he followed it around the tall part of the Ravenclaw stands barely avoid kicking some 6th or 7th years in the head as he flew over head. Glancing behind him he spotted the slytherin seeker was right behind him with an annoyed expression on his face.

The snitch then took a trip inside the green cladding of the slytherin stand. Bracing themselves Harry and Slytherin seeker followed. It was not easy getting through the stand having to dodge and dart over support beams without catching themselves or their brooms. The precious golden ball finally emerged from beneath the hufflepuff followed by some dusty looking seekers with cobwebs draped across their faces like cursed veils for an undead wedding. Following the snitch the boys flew barely a couple feet from the ground neck in.

Gulping Harry realised he need an advantage to be able to reach it first. Making a slightly reckless decision Harry carefully stood reaching forwards in anticipation when all of a sudden his broom lurched forward propelling himself face first into the snitch as he tumbled to the ground.

Gasping for breathe Harry tried to cough. But he couldn't. He felt like their was a cold metal object stuck in his throat. He could hear the stands mumuring anxiously. Retching on his knees Harrys eyes streamed as he finally managed to release the saliva covered snitch from the oesphagus it had been inprisioned. Equally bewildered as the now cheering crowd he got to his feet and lifted his small shinygolden trophy.

"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH AWARDING GRYFFINDOR 150 POINTS AND CAUSING THE GAME TO END 170 - 60." Lee Jordan announced excitedly from the commentators box.

Rubbing the snitch clean on his shirt Harry was suprised to be embraced by Wood.

"you did you did you did. We won? WE WON!" Oliver said happily as he squeezed Harry perhaps a little to tightly.

"Surely eating the snitch doesn't count as catching it." Flint, the slytherin captain interupted angrily.

"A catch is a catch Mr Flint." Madame Hooch said landing between them. "Even if it was a little unorthodox in method."

"Surely theres a difference between eating and catching. Theres got to be something in the rules to say he doesn't count." Flint replied angrily shaking slightly.

"The rules don't stipulate what part of the body is used for a catch and theres nothing mentioned about partially digesting the snitch either. Probably because nobodys decided to snack on it before. Now shake hands Wood, Flint and the rest of you." Madame Hooch replied firmly.

Reluctantly Harry and the few remaining members of the gryffindor team (who hadn't taken an impromptu trip to the hospital wing due to Slytherins aggressive playing style) shook hands. They then headed towards the shower to freshen up. After a quick but necessary shower Harry atop Georges shoulders, Fred, Oliver and Alicia stopped af the hospital wing. Katie and Angelina had been knocked off their brooms by the Slytherins bullshit so as they stopped by the shared the good news of the win as well as their well wishes before heading towards the Gryffindor common room for an epic party. Weeks later they would still be finding magical red pixie glitter in their scalps and belongings as well as the reminants of all the streamers. Needless to say was a party for history books!