My uncle had once given me a challenge to write a fanfiction story about a Quidditch Match between my team and Draco Malfoy's team. For those of you who don't know Quidditch is a sport played in the world of Harry Potter. Simple rules...! There are three balls.
1. The Quaffle- There are three Chasers whose job is to score points by throwing the Quaffle through the opponent's hoops. The Keeper of a team defends the hoops.
2. The Bludgers- These are two nasty balls that fly around knocking players off their brooms. Each team has two Beaters who defend their team-mates and hit the Bludgers to aim at opponents.
3. The Golden Snitch- This is the most important ball. It is very small and wicked fast. The Seeker catches the Snitch and earns his team 150 points. A game can end only if the Snitch is caught.
So here is my story....
1. The Quaffle- There are three Chasers whose job is to score points by throwing the Quaffle through the opponent's hoops. The Keeper of a team defends the hoops.
2. The Bludgers- These are two nasty balls that fly around knocking players off their brooms. Each team has two Beaters who defend their team-mates and hit the Bludgers to aim at opponents.
3. The Golden Snitch- This is the most important ball. It is very small and wicked fast. The Seeker catches the Snitch and earns his team 150 points. A game can end only if the Snitch is caught.
So here is my story....
A
Quidditch Match Between Gryffindor and Slytherin
The day of the Quidditch Finals finally
arrived- Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. All the training had made the team quite
confident. Just as we were heading towards the stands, Hermione came running
towards us.
“There is a change
of plans.Snape is refereeing today’s match”
“He should go and
play with his potions set”, said Fred loudly.
I was quite tensed about Snape’s refereeing.
I looked at Harry. He gave me an encouraging look. Harry gave us a small pep
talk (unlike Wood who could make anybody sleep!).
Our team was quite a strong one. Our seven
players were Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley,
Angelina Johnson and me. The Slytherin team consisted of Marcus Flint, Draco
Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe and
Adrian Pucey. As we flew out of the stands to our positions, the crowd roared.
Snape blew his whistle and launched the balls into the air and Lee Jordan
started his commentary,”Gryffindor in possession of the quaffle....Angelina
throws the ball into the hoops, Slytherin keeper Parkinson dives and misses.
GRYFFINDOR SCORES! 10 – 0"
There was loud cheering. I flew towards Marcus
Flint who was in the possession of the quaffle. Ginny had come with the same intention.
She winked at me and we dived at Flint. He was totally confused! In this confusion
I seized the quaffle and headed to the hoops.
“Arundhati throws
the quaffle.....Gryffindor scores!! 20-0”
“She is MUDBLOOD. Can’t
you stop her from scoring?” ,Malfoy shouted at the top of his voice.
Ron looked
considerably angry but I calmed him down. Slytherin was now in the possession again.
As I was about to fly towards Adrian Pucey, a bludger nearly knocked me off the
broom. Pucey threw the quaffle at one of the unguarded hoops. Ron flew as fast
as possible. But he was late. He missed the quaffle by inches.
“Slytherin
scores...........Oh curse you, you-“
“Jordan!”
Professor McGonagall warned him.
“Ok...fine sorry.
20-10.”
We were still
leading but not for long. Before we could realise Slytherin had scored again.
Ron got very restless now. Harry went to calm
Ron. Millicent Bulstrode had the quaffle. Angelina dived but missed it. Millicent neared the hoops and aimed. She threw the quaffle. Everyone had their
eyes on Ron. This time he was quick. He blocked the quaffle and threw it at me.
As Flint dived at me, I passed the quaffle to Ginny, who passed it back to me.
This went on and we dodged Flint. Finally, Ginny scored. We took lead again.
Meanwhile, Harry had to keep a lookout for the
Snitch. Malfoy was also alert. The Slytherins were singing their favourite
“Weasley is our king!” and distracting Ron from keeping. Ron tried his level
best to turn a deaf ear on them. We all realised that it was very important
that Harry caught the Snitch. Just then, a golden, shiny object flew by me and
Harry and Draco raced behind it. George hit a bludger at Malfoy but it missed
him.
Angelina scored again. Then to our dismay,
Bulstrode scored. The score was 40-30. Harry and Draco were trying to knock
each other off their broom and at the same time keeping up a wild chase after
the Golden Snitch. At this moment the rest of us had virtually stopped playing.
They were ten feet above us. Suddenly the Snitch headed down. Harry was quick
and he and his Firebolt dived from 60 feet above the ground. The Snitch was
almost about to hit the ground when it turned. Harry pulled out of the dive, Draco was
following him. Harry extended his arms. The crowd had gone crazy. He bent
forward and within seconds the Snitch was in his hands.
“Harry Potter has
caught the Snitch! GRYFFINDOR WINS!! Aha! There you go Slytherin! I knew it!
You loathsome, foul gits, you-”
“Jordan! You
better shut that mouth of yours!”
But even she
couldn’t help it—she had to smile! We landed immediately. Hermione came
running.
“Blimey Harry!
That was brilliant!” Ron said enthusiastically.
“Excellent”
“Great dive”
“Well played,”
said a cold,unmistakable voice from behind,”Gryffindor. ” Snape then turned to
Harry. “Ah! Mr. Potter, looks like you’ve saved the day.”
Snape was
(obviously) not a bit happy. But who cared! We were champions and that was what
mattered then. Students of all the houses (except Slytherin) wished us. Luna also
wished us.
After dinner
(which was marvellous as usual), Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and I played
dozens of rounds of exploding snap.
“You still have
homework to do!” Hermione exclaimed, very concerned.
“C’mon it’s not every
day that we win the Quidditch Cup”, Ginny and I said.
Hermione frowned.
But even she couldn’t resist enjoying Fred and George’s Filibuster’s fireworks.
Professor McGonagall
came to the common-room and wished all of us in the team.
“This makes me
feel proud to be the head of Gryffindor house”, she said.
We felt very
important on hearing this. All Gryffindors celebrated that night. We missed
Oliver Wood and decided to write to him and tell him about the victory (The
reply said that he was very proud of all of us-he meant all of us and not only
Harry. There were blots on the parchment which as per Fred were because of Wood’s tears!)
So, this was how
we won the Quidditch finals.
I really enjoyed writing this story and making myself a part of the wizardkind. Even you can write creative stuff and share it with your friends..! So for now goodbye and I hope you enjoyed the match..!
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