Before Harry and I part ways, I grab a hold of both of his shoulders whilst facing him my way and bend down to his level. His piercing emerald eyes looked lost; wondering and looking in all places but my eyes. A few meters away stood the rest of the Quidditch team. All with brooms in hand. At the moment the team was getting an pre-game prep talk from Oliver. His eyes gaze up and meet mine and his eyebrows raise with a hint of confusion: he then questers to Harry.
" Just nervous," I mouth to him. Oliver, seeming satisfied by my answer, turns back to the team and continues with his previous conversation.
"What if we don't win?"
I turn and look back at Harry and that's when I see the sudden hesitation on his face. "No way! Haz, you need to do this. You're Gryffindor's seeker, they need you out there. What use are you to them from here?"
"I mean I can support them from over here." Harry fidgets with his broom. With a slight squeeze to his shoulders, he stops his movements with the broom and looks myself in the eye. " I'm just nervous, I don't want to let anyone down. You know?"
" Harry, you'll get nowhere in life if you don't make mistakes. By making them you get further, you improve. Don't be so hard on yourself it your first match!"
"You don't mean that."
"Of course, I do! Everyone makes mistakes in their life, more than once. You do what you brain and," I point my finger over his heart, "What your heart tells you to do."
"You're right," he says in defeat.
" I always am. Now come on, you have a match you win." I gently push Harry towards the rest of the team. Oliver soon notices and raises his right arm and lowers it down over Harry's shoulders when he is close enough. The captain lowers his head and places his lips a few inches from Harry's ear before mumbling something inaudible for my own ears. Whatever the words were seemed to boost Harry's confidence and he ran off with the rest of the team; Oliver following not far behind. Before Harry is out of sight, I raise my hands to the side of my mouth to project my voice. " You can do this Harry! Mum and Dad will be proud!"
~ 000~
Myself, Ron, Hermione and the girls were standing up in the Gryffindor's stand with the rest of our house. I place my hands onto the railing in front of me and lean forward and look down towards the doors where we all know Gryffindor's Quidditch team is behind. Where Harry was behind. Suddenly, the doors opened and soon revealed the team. Myself and others in the stand erupted into cheers as we watched the team enter the pitch with their individual brooms in hand. From another stand a young boy stepped forward towards a microphone.
" Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!" The cheers erupted once more along with many of us clapping.
" GO ON GRYFFINDOR!"
" GO ON SLYTHERIN"
Both opposing houses were cheering for their teams, it almost seemed it was a challenge to see who could cheer the loudest. Let's just say Gryffindor did not fail.
" Come on Harry!" Myself and Tesha scream from the tower. Laid tightly around my neck was the scarf made by Avery, definitely came in handy for this tortuous weather. Both teams take their positions on the pitch.
"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game!" The young boy announces. I clap my hands and look at Tesha, " Who's that?"
"That boy other there is Lee, he's in charge of keeping track of scores and he is also the Quidditch commentator." She informs me. Down below on the pitch, Professor Hooch kicks open a black trunk and a blungers zoom out into the air.
" The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game." Lee declares to the audience.
" So, all Harry has to do is catch the Golden Snitch?" Ron questions from beside me. Hermione fills in for Ron, "That is correct, if Harry catches the Snitch, then we win."
The Golden Snitch flies around each Seekers' head before disappearing. Professor Hooch then reaches down into the trunk and reveals the Quaffle. " The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!" Lee announces.
Both teams play their brooms under them and mount them before flying above the ground. A young black girl on a broom goes flying past a ton of Slytherins, with the possession of the ball. She manages to get to the goals and throws the ball that she had possession of inside of it.
DING!
" YESS!" Tesha shouts from beside me. " That's my little sister!"
" Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!" Lee turns to his side and presses a button which then causes a 10 to show up beside a plaque with Gryffindors name. Harry quickly manages to dodge the Quaffle that would've hit his head.
"Come on Gryffindor!" Hagrid bellows from the stand. Sadly, Slytherin get possession of the Quaffle. A young boy takes a chance and throws the ball over to his captain who is Marcus Flint. The captain goes flying on his broom, dodging all of the Gryffindor players that tried to block him. As he gets to the goals, Oliver manages to fly up on his broom and block the ball from entering. After that, Tesha's little sister grabs a hold of the Quaffle and quickly makes her way to Gryffindor's goal. Her and another young girl pass the Quaffle back and forth a few times; when the ball is back in Angelia's hands, she takes the opportunity and throws the ball into the goal.
" YES ANGELIA!" Tesha and I scream and high five one another.
"Another 10 points to Gryffindor!" Lee announces before adding another 10 points to the score. Slytherin suddenly become angry and decide to play dirty. They dodge and kick the Gryffindor's, some even loose balance but quickly regain it. Marcus attempts to score again but is welcomed with the same result as before. Oliver smiles to himself as he can clearly tell that he has made the Slytherin captain angry. Marcus reaches for a beaters bat and swings it towards Oliver. It hits him directly in the stomach and due to the impact, he falls off his broom and plumages towards the ground.
" Oliver!" I scream out, I point to his unconscious body " somebody do something! He's hurt!" Tesha and Lillian, both grab me and remove me from the railing.
" He'll be okay, Iris. This has happened before don't worry." Tesha tries to comfort me whilst trying to stop me from getting to the railing to look at Oliver.
" Iris? "I turn my head to my right and see George on his broom, I escape Tesha's grasp and run to George. He lifts his left arm and allows me to embrace his side. "Shh it's okay, he'll be okay."
"She alright?!" I hear Fred from beside him so I look up and stare at him. " It's not me that you should be worried about, are you sure Oliver will be okay?"
Fred sends a smile my way, " I promise, he always is." Fred nods towards George and makes his way back onto the pitch but is too late. Marcus scored.
" HA! TAKE THAT WOOD!" Marcus looks down and shouts down at Oliver's unconscious form. A buzzing sound makes me turn my head towards Harry. In front of him is the Golden Snitch.
" Harry! in front of you!"
Harry looks up and his eyes widen as soon as he sees the Snitch; he reaches his hand forward and tries to grab a hold of the golden ball. However, just before his hands met the ball it started flying away from him. Harry places both hands on his broom and leans forward and makes a chase after the Golden Snitch. Suddenly, Harry's broom starts acting weird. It keeps moving side to side and turning around.
" Guys! Harry's broom!" I point in the direction of Harry. Hagrid stands from his seat and looks over at my younger brother, " His broom, what's going on with it?"
I look over at the Slytherin stands and spot Professor Snape mumbling to himself, " It's Snape! He's trying to jinx Harry's broomstick."
"What do we do?" Ron worriedly looks over at his friend. Hermione grabs her wand and starts making her way down the stairs of the Gryffindor stand. " Leave it to me I can handle this!"
My eyes stay peeled on Harry the whole time not once trying to remove them. His broom harshly moves the side which causes him to fall off and hang onto the broom with one hand. "Iris!"
" Harry hang on!" I demand him.
" Hurry up Hermione!" Ron leans over the railing and shouts to his friend. Lillian and Avery stand next to Ron whilst Cherry and Tesha stick with me. " George! Fred! Help him!"
" Already on it, Buttercup!" Fred makes his way to Harry and helps him back on his broom, the two of them speak back and forth before Fred points the Golden Snitch that just appeared. Harry looks at Fred and nods before continuing his previous mission and chases the Snitch. Everyone from the Gryffindor stand cheers on Harry as he closely follows the snitch. Harry's hand desperately reaches for the snitch, after several attempts of failure Harry stands up and places both feet on his broom and reaches for the snitch once more. Leaning a bit too far forward, Harry falls off his broom with a yelp and makes his way to the ground. Lucky enough Harry was only about fifty- feet high so the impact hopefully wouldn't have affected him much.
Harry sits up and starts having a small coughing fit, after a few coughs a golden ball comes out of his mouth. The whole arena goes silence. Harry grabs the ball and shows it to his large audience, earning loud gasps.
" Oh my gosh he got the Golden Snitch!" I jump up and down with excitement.
"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!" Lee looks down at Professor Hooch who then shouts "Gryffindor win!"