LoonyRavenclaw
Nargle Believer
Floo Ferret
Freckled Spells“Another Ten Points to Slytherin! Slytherin is leading 110 to 70.”
The Gryffindor section groaned. This was by far the worst Quidditch game that Gryffindor had had to play all year. On the opposite end of the field, Slytherin was going wild over their sure win, they were going to slaughter Gryffindor.
“Bloody Hell! That was a foul! Call it!” Ronald screamed at the top of his lungs at Madam Hooch.
“Ron, screaming doesn’t help, all we can do is hope that Harry gets his act together,” Hermione lectured not appreciating his dreamy eyes.
Ronald rolled his eyes at the know-it-all twit and proceeded to scream at the ref. Ronald was not the only one shouting! All of Gryffindor was contributing to the noise. Soon, it had gotten so overwhelming that Professor McGonagall had to come over to prevent a few of the Gryffindors from throwing rocks and cups at the Slytherin players, just like the peasants in the village of Gormanac did when the Charging Unicorns over-ran their fields in 1721.
“Ah!” Ronald screamed in frustration, “I can’t just sit here and watch Malfoy cream Harry!”
“Harry is fine, Ron. We can’t do anything, if we could I’d know,” Hermione replied in her typical overconfident way.
He just couldn’t stand it anymore; Ronald whipped out his wand and aimed it at Malfoy.
“Ron, NO!” Hermione pushed Ronald’s wand down, “If you do that, Slytherin could win due to unlawful interference from the stands.”
“Oh, really?” Ronald began to concoct a plan in his head, “Listen to me Hermione, how about we start hexing OUR team members? That way it would look like Slytherin did it, and Gryffindor would win!”
“Oh, come on! That’s cheating. I won’t help.” With that, Hermione stuck up her nose and continued watching the game.
“Ten more points to Slytherin!” Lee Jordan announced.
Ronald scrunched up his cute freckled nose in disgust that Slytherin MIGHT have a chance at beating Gryffindor. He wedged his way out of the throng of screaming red and gold fans, running down the steps until he reached the walkway between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor stands.
The adorable red-head took out his wand once again and muttered, “Fifoleria Shimrianus.”
A mist blossomed out of his wand which Harry flew right into. The Spell created formed fog that, when stepped upon, or in this case when flown into, reverses directions and throws the unwary individual upside down, making up down and down up. This affect is almost that of a bite from a Blibbering Humdinger, they only bite when they are teased about their bulbus head.
As fast as Ronald’s legs could carry him, he ran up the steps, pushed his way back into the Gryffindor crowd, and resumed his position next to the frizzy haired know-it-all where he'd been before.
Once he'd caught his breath, Ronald looked up to see Harry flying erradically, as though he'd forgotten how to fly a broom!
Hermione turned to Ronald, “What did you do?”
He just grinned and replied, “I had to go to the bathroom.”
Madame Hooch blew her whistle VERY loudly and claimed, “This match has been canceled due to SOMEONE, “ she glared at the Slytherins, “trying to sabotage the game.”
The crowd didn't know how to react to this news. The Slytherins were dumbfounded, as usual, and the Gryffindors didn’t know whether to cheer or shout for joy, or boo the Slytherins for attempting to harm Harry.
McGonagall started to shoo the students out of the stands. After Ronald and Hermione passed her, Ronald whispered, “We were suppose to win, not have the game canceled.”
Hermione just scowled at him (in fact she looked just like McGonagall).
“Well, hey, at least we weren’t smoked!” Ronald rejoiced as everyone headed towards the castle, everyone except Harry. Harry was now flying hazardously around the students who are trying to retreat from the stands.
Draco pointed at Harry and began laughing, “You finally got the lead in The Nutcracker, Potter!”
Suddenly Harry crashed directly into Draco, which sent the arrogant Slytherin sprawling onto his arse on the grass.
Harry did finally get un-jinxed. Everyone nearby swore they heard him laughing as he flew diagonally away after hitting Draco. Harry denies it was on purpose, of course, but he has to admit, " It was really quite amusing.”
Two weeks later the game was re-scheduled, Gryffindor won. The Slytherins weren't happy at all, the final score: Gryffindor 250, Slytherin 40.
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Round Four - The Quidditch Match, Short Story Challenge
evlpez Round Four - The Quidditch Match Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Oct 23 2004, 01:45 AM
Unlike Round 3 (The Magic Box Challenge), the submissions for this challenge do not make a continuing story. Each submission must stand alone as a short story.
Note to ferrets: Remember that you are writing fan fiction as though you are the Floo-Between user you've chosen. This means that if you've chosen Snape, you are writing as though Snape is writing fan fiction, not as though he is a part of the story. Each character may write as many submissions as they wish for this challenge, as long as each submission is significantly different from their others. The deadline for submissions is Wednesday December 1st.
