Not 's.I love Oliver Wood. So I just borrowed him for some fun, Enjoy…
I had this triumphant feeling in my mind when I walked towards the Quidditch pitch this Potter was having his first ever flying session, since he joined the team.
When I reached the pitch, with the big crate in my arms, I could see that he couldn't resist having a test fly.
"Hey Potter." I called. "Come down!"
He landed beside me. I felt so happy, that I could burst.
"Very nice." I said. "I see what McGonagall meant…you really are a natural. I am just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."
I could see the eagerness in his face.
I opened the crate and could feel his eyes in them.
", Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers." I said.
"Three Chasers." he repeated.
I took out the Quaffle from the crate.
"This ball's called the Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score." he recited. "So-that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"
Basketball? Is that something they play in the muggle world? I have heard they play weird games.
"What's basketball?" I asked curiously
"Never mind." he said quickly.
Well, back to business.
"NOW, there's another player on each side who's called the Keeper-I'm Keeper for Gryffindor, I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring."
"Three Chasers, one Keeper. And they play with Quaffle.O.K, got that, so what are they for?" Harry said, pointing at the bludgers.
That, I wanted to say, is your worst nightmare in a Quidditch match. But I didn't say , I handed him the beater's bat and said.
"I'll show you now. Take this."
"I am going to show you what the Bludgers do, these two are the Bludgers."I said pointing at the jet black ball. They were straining against their straps.
"Stand back." I warned him. I do not want to lose my Seeker, even before he starts training.
I slowly bend down and freed one of the once; the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harry's face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it breaking his nose and sent it zigzagging away into the air-it zoomed around our head and then shot at me. I dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.
"See." I was panting from the effort of forcing the ruddy bludger back into the crate.
"The Bludgers rocket around trying to knock players off their brooms. That's why you have two Beaters on each team. The Weasley twins are ours-it's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them towards the other team. So-think you've got all that?"
"Three Chaser try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their."
He is good.
"Very good." I congratulated him.
"Er-have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" Harry asked me. He asked it casually, but
I could hear the worry behind that question.
I could see that he was really nervous. I didn't want my Seeker to be nervous during a match; I have to make sure he is comfortable while playing." Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than ; the last member of the team is the seeker. That's you. And you don't have to worry about Quaffle or the Bludger-"
"-unless they crack my head open."
I almost laughed out at this. I said.
Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers-I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves."
I reached into the crate and pulled out the Snitch. I had always been so gentle with the Snitch. It had always been fascinated by it.
"This." I said. "Is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot. It's very difficult to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages-I think the record is three months, they had to bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep."
"Well, that's it-any questions?"
As expected, he didn't have ; I told you Quidditch was easy to understand.
"We won't practice with the Snitch yet." I said, carefully shutting it back in the crate. "It's too dark,we might lose 's try you out with a few of these."
I pulled a bag of balls from my pocket, which was given to me by Uncle Raymond. According to him, these balls are called golf use this ball to play a game of theirs, called golf.
In a few minutes, we were up in the air and I was throwing the balls as hard as I can in all directions. And he didn't miss a single one. I was more than happy.
But we couldn't continue anymore. Darkness had already fallen.
"That Quidditch Cup'll have our name on it this year." I said, as I walked, or rather, bounced back to the castle, with Harry behind me. "I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn't gone off chasing dragons"
Harry Potter was a gem to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was the winning formula. He was better then Charlie the other members of the team beamed at me him, at him, and he beamed back
God, no matter how many times I play Quidditch, the day before a match makes me nervous. I don't know which is worse, people telling me that Gryffindor would win the match, or, people keep telling me that there is Bludger heading my way.
Today was no better than any other day before the match. I saw Harry sitting near his window, with his friends, The Weasley twins' brother, Ron and a girl, whom I have heard, is the smartest in the first year. I wonder how she ended up in Gryffindor. She should have been in Ravenclaw.
I yawned. I guess getting early to practice was finally getting to me.
The next morning was perfect. The chatter in the Great Hall was enough to take anyone's mind of the game. I looked at Harry, sitting a couple of seats away from me. I saw a sandy haired boy, who looked as if he is in first year, lean in and say something to him and Harry looked stricken.
By eleveno'clock, the whole school was out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, as usual.
As we were changing into our robes, I heard a distant roar of a lion. I stopped.
What in the name of Merlin was that?
Anyway, I turned to see that all of them had changed.
I cleared my throat for silence.
"And women" said Angelina, glaring at me.
"And women." I said quickly. "This is it."
"The big one." said Fred or George, I don't know which one.
"The one we've all been waiting for." said the other twin.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart." Fred told Harry. "We were in the team last year."
I shot an irritated glance at them.
"Shut up, you two." I said. "This is the best team Gryffindor had in years. We're going to win. I know it."
I glared at them all. I have practiced so hard and produced a perfect team. They have got to win the game.
"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."
I grabbed my broom and walked out of the changing room.
Madam Hooch was referring, as usual. I saw Flink sneer at , if this wasn't the Quidditch pitch, I would have hit that guy.
We both walked forward to shake his hands.
"Hoping to win those match with those girls, Wood?" Flint asked, his hands crushing mine.
I flinched and said.
"Well, my team is made of talent, unlike your team, who looks as if they were selected by their physique. They look as if they have no brains at all, let alone talent."
Flint glared at me. I shrugged and waked back to my team.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you." It seemed as if Madam Hooch was speaking especially to Flint. I still remembered the last game. It was Flint who told Walter and Richardson to aim for me. As we moved to mount our brooms, I edged nearer to Fred and George.
"If you get a chance, hit a Bludger at Flint, okay?"I told them, trying to be as casual as I can.
They looked at each other in disbelief and grinned at me.
"Mount your brooms, please."
We all mounted our brooms, and on Madam Hooch's whistle, we rose up.
I quickly flew into my position near the hoops. I could hear Lee Jordan's voice over the roaring crowd.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor-what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-"
And the Professor McGonagall's voice.
I grinned. Trust McGonagall to fry Lee Jordan.
I midst of the crowd, I caught sight of a large banner flashing in scarlet and gold with a Gryffindor lion and the words, 'Potter for President' written on it.
"And she's really belting along up there," I turned my attention back to the commentary "a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve-back to Johnson and-no,Slytherin have taken the Quaffle,Slytherin captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes-Flint if flying like an eagle up there."
I saw Flint flying towards me, Quaffle in his hands and a malicious grin on his face. He threw the Quaffle into the hoop, but I caught it just in time.
"no, stopped by an excellent move by the Gryffindor Keeper Wood and Gryffindor takes the Quaffle-that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and-OUCH-that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger-Quaffle taken by Slytherin-that's Adrian Pucey speeding off towards the goalposts,-"I looked to see Pucey hurrying towards me. I got ready to stop his throw, but I didn't have to worry, because a Bludger shot towards him, making him drop the Quaffle.-"but he's blocked by a second Bludger-sent his way by Fred or George Weasley,can't tell which-nice play by the Gryffindor Beater,anyway,and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle,a clear field ahead and off she goes-she's really flying-dodges a speeding Bludger-the goalposts are ahead-come on,now,Angelina."-I looked as Angelina sped towards the Slytherin goalposts. And then…
"-Keeper Bletchley dives-misses-GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
I HEARD THE Gryffindors below me roar. Angelina came my way and she gave me a high five.
I looked over at Harry. He was gliding over the game. I was pleased that he was following instructions.
A BLudger went pelting towards his way. I was about to yell at him to move away, just as Fred Weasley went after it.
He hit it towards Flint.
Wow, it looked like the Weasley twins took my words to heart.
"Slytherin in possession." Lee Jordan's voice came through the megaphone.
now had the Quaffle.
"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers,two Weasleys and Chaser Bell and speeds towards the-wait a moment-was that the Snitch?"
Pucey dropped the Quaffle.
Good news-Harry was chasing after the Snitch. Bad news-Slytherin Seeker Higgs was following him closely.
Neck to neck now.
Suddenly, Flint was in front of Harry. He crashed onto Flint and his broom span off course.
The Gryffindors roared in anger.
"Foul!" They screamed
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint. Fred aimed to hit a Bludger at Flint, but I glared at him and shook my head. We don't want to give them a penalty.
Obviously, Lee Jordan was showing that he was a true Gryffindor. He was finding it difficult to do a proper commentary.
"So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"
"Jordan." growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"
"Jordan, I am warning you."
Despite of the situation, I found myself grinning.
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I am sure." I laughed at this. "So a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
Then suddenly, I saw it.
Harry was zigzagging through the air and every now and then making violent swishing movements which almost unseated him.
I was going to tell him to quit showing-off, when I saw Flint speed towards me.
"Slytherin in possession-Flint with the Quaffle-passes Spinnet-passes Bell-hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose-only joking, Professor."Flingtrecahed near me and pretended to move to the other side. I moved with him. I saw him shoot me an evil grin and throw the Quaffle into the hoop.
"-Slytherin score-oh no…"
Slytherins were cheering.
And Harry's broom was still behaving strangely.
His broom began to roll over, with him just managing to hold on.
And then, Harry clambered back to his broom.
HE was speeding towards the ground.
What is he doing? Shouldn't he look for the Snitch?
Then suddenly, he clapped his hands to his mouth, as if he was going to be sick. He hit the pitch in all fours. I was flying down to him.
I saw him cough and something gold fell in his hands.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head.
The team landed beside him, as Madam Hooch blew her whistle.
Lee Jordan was shouting happily through the megaphone.
"After their Seeker catches the Snitch, Gryffindor won the match one hundred and seventy to sixty."
We cheered and beamed at Harry.
For a kid who has never played, seen, or even heard about Qudditch, he was awesome…
Whew, finally done. Now I can have some peace. Sorry this is such a long chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.