Youngest professional quidditch player in a century

Chapter 14

Before they knew it it was the game they had been waiting for. Harry was nervous about this one. He was new and Victor wasn't. Everyone was counting on him to win this game. All the Weasley's, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, all the Zabini, Nott, Malfoy's, Greengrass, John and his parents were there. Sarah had surprised him about this because she had said she was going to invite a few more people from Harry's school and family to the game as a surprise.

When the game was over Daphne had a surprise for him. One that she hoped he'll like.

"Well ladies and gentleman this is the moment we've all been waiting for. The Puddlemere United verses the Bulgarians! Harry Potter verses Victor Krum what a match this will be." the caller said.

Back at the locker room,

"Alright guys, this is the moment we've all been waiting for. We've been waiting for this for years, the game we have to beat the Bulgarians! It won't be easy but it's worth a shot!" Tom said.

"Yeah!" they all said together.

"Let's show them what we're made of now that we have a great seeker!" Alex said.

"I'll do the best I can." Harry said.

Then they headed to the field.

Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-third Quidditch World Cup!" Fudge said.

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message (Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans - A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, Puddlemere: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce...the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat.

"Aaah!"

He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes.

"Veela!"

Then a hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field.

The veela had started to dance, and John's mind had gone completely and blissfully blank. All that mattered in the world was that he kept watching the veela, because if they stopped dancing, terrible things would happen.

And as the veela danced faster and faster, wild, half-formed thoughts started chasing through John's dazed mind. He wanted to do something very impressive, right now. Jumping from the box into the stadium seemed a good idea...but would it be good enough?

"John, what are you doing?" said Hermione's voice from a long way off.

The music stopped. John blinked. He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard.

Angry yells were filling the stadium. The crowd didn't want the veela to go.

John was with them; he would, of course, be supporting The Puddlemere since his brother was a member now.

"Here comes Max! Tom! Matt! Sam! Alex! Jack! And their newest member, Harry!"

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you -Dimitrov!"

A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.