Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR -

The King

It was the day of the first Qudditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Emmie was sat in the stands with the rest of the school. She was holding a large red banner which said:

GRYFFINDOR!

In large gold letters which she had made the night before.

The two teams stepped into the pitch and the captains shook hands before they all mounted their brooms. When Madame Hooch blew her whistle the balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards.
"And it's Johnson - Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me -"
"JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
"- just a fun fact Professor, adds a bit of interest - and she's ducked Warrington, she passed Montague, she's - ouch - been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and - nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse-passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away - dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger - close call, Alicia - and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"
And as Lee paused to listen, the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands:

"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin
He always let's the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King."

"And Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, trying to drown out the words of the song, "come on now Angelina - looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! - SHE SHOOTS - SHE - aaaah."
Bletchley, the Slitherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it; the singing from below grew louder and louder.

"Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley is our King."

"- and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead -"

"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring..."

"- so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley, brother of Beaters Fred and George and a promising new talent on the team - come on Ron!"
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherins' end: Ron had dived wildly and the Quaffle had soared between his arms and right through his central hoop.
"Slytherin score! That's ten-nil to Slytherin - bad luck Ron."
The Slytherins' sang even louder:

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN..."

"- and Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch -"

"WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN
WEASLEY IS OUR KING..."

"- and it's Warrington again who passed to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now, Angelina, you can take him - turns out you can't - but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell drops it too - so that's Montague with the Quaffle and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!"

"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING..."

"- and Pucey's dodged Angelina again and he's heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"
There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins.

"THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING
WEASLEY IS OUR KING."

"- and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for the goal, come on now - GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's forty-ten to Slytherin and Pucey had the Quaffle..."
Next to Emmie, Luna's ludicrous lion hat roared loudly.
"- Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey - Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell - Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it's Pucey in possession again..."

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN
WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN..."

In the stands there were a few gasps and whispers, Emmie looked to where people were pointing to see Harry, he had found the Snitch but Draco had also and they were fighting for it.
Suddenly a Bludger hit Harry in the back and he flew forwards off his broom. Luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground and as he fell he caught the Snitch making Gryffindor the winners.

Emmie watched as the Gryffindor team ran to Harry to make sure he was alright but she could see Malfoy walking towards them. He said something as Harry stood up which, of course, Emmie couldn't hear and Fred and George suddenly turned to look at him, their fists clenched. Harry grabbed hold of George, and Angelina, Alicia and Katie grabbed Fred as Malfoy continued to talk. Suddenly George broke from Harry's grip and ran at Malfoy and Harry followed, Emmie cheered with the rest of the Gryffindor crowd as the boys leapt at him but it wasn't long before Madam Hooch was marching them off the pitch sporting swollen lips and bloody noses.

Emmie entered the Gryffindor common room not long after the match, the whole team were sat in there and none of them looked happy. "What's going on?" She asked them looking around, "we have no Seeker and no Beaters!" Angelina yelled, "what? Why?"
"Umbridge banned us from Quidditch," George replied glumly, "it's just so unfair," said Alicia numbly, "I mean what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"
"No," said Ginny miserably; she and Hermione were sitting on either side of Harry, "he just got lines."
"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!" Said Alicia furiously.
"What?" Emmie asked looking at Fred, "she can't ban you, that's bullshit!"
"I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if those three hadn't been holding me back," Fred replied.

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