Chapter 32 - 32. Quidditch (1/2)

[A/N: Alot of this chapter will be pasted my story hasnt changed enough to butterfly effect the quidditch game ill try to avoid this more in the future but there will be a rare chapter like this there are many original parts mixed in tho to give it a little flavor.] The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. Luna was making some kind of gingerbread house out of waffles and made little sausage animals it looked pretty good she had a nice little home going. Ryan and Tonks were having an eating competition and stealing off each others plates to try and cheat. Hermione was by the side looking at them in disgust. Ron was looking on in worship and Daphne was wondering where in life she went wrong to have such odd friends. Harry sat to the side with the usual pregame jitters pushing his food around til it was unrecognizable. The rest of the gryffindor team was trying to get him to eat but failing. the halls were buzzing with chatter about the upcoming game 3/4 tables were dressed in crimson as not many people liked the slytherins winning so many years in a row. By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. we see our heroes posted up in the top row for a good view of the Quidditch pitch the first game of the year. Ryan had passed put popcorn and sodas from the shop. ready for a good game. he already knew the whole game was gunna go like he has zero effect on the team so it's a basic play by play until quirrel starts his shit then he's gunna have Luna go stop him. we'll swap to a Harry point of view and be right back with a word from out sponsors shadow raid legends.... no no no just pass to Harry.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green).

Wood cleared his throat for silence.

”Okay, men,” he said.

”And women,” said Chaser Angelina Johnson.

”And women,” Wood agreed. ”This is it.”

”The big one,” said Fred Weasley.

”The one we've all been waiting for,” said George.

”We know Oliver's speech by heart,” Fred told Harry, ”we were on the team last year.”

”Shut up, you two,” said Wood. ”This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it.”

He glared at them all as if to say, ”Or else.”

”Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you.”

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren't going to give way, walked onto the field to loud cheers.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.

”Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you,” she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing POTTER FANCLUB CONTACT RYAN His heart skipped. Dammit Ryan.

”Mount your brooms, please.”

Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

”And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too--”

”JORDAN!”

”Sorry, Professor.”

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

”And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc -- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take 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 the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, 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 goal posts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!”