Avalon was clapping loudly along with all the other Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, when the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall on the day of the final match, which was to be held between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
None of the Gryffindor teams was touching anything on their plates, so Avalon took it upon herself to make them feed. She had practically hand-feed Fred, who was looking significantly paler and a little nervous (something she didn't think he could ever be).
"I believe in you, Harry." Avalon gave him a quick hug, knowing he would need it.
Harry smiled at her.
"Yes, Potter, show them that we Gryffindor are the best." said Melora, a look of determination in her eyes.
After the Gryffindor and Slytherin team left the Great hall, the rest of the students headed toward Quidditch stadium. For the first time, Avalon was feeling queasy and excited both, even though she already knew the outcome of the match. Maybe it was because this match was her favourite among all the other matches Harry ever played (including the future).
She glanced around toward other. Three quarters of the crowd was wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP." Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.
There was a tidal wave of noise as the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field.
"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years —"
Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end.
"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill —"
More boos from the Slytherin crowd. However, Lee had a point. Malfoy was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team; the rest of them were enormous.
"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.
"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one..."
The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Hermione clasped Avalon's arm, looking quite worried.
"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no — Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field — WHAM! — nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by — Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina — nice swerve around Montague — duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! – SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight. Avalon was crazily jumping up and down, hooting along with it.
"OUCH!"
Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her. A moment later, Fred chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.
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TWO FATES || hp
Fanfiction[A story in which two girls transports in their favourite book.] Avalon and Melora Beaumont were Harry Potter fans among the million potterheads on this planet. The two twins were in love with the book series to such extent that they even sometimes...
