"And here are the Gryffindors! Potter, Bell, Johnson, Dursley, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few year —" Lee said before getting cut off by loud boos from the Slytherin side.
"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill —" Again he was booed, as the teams got onto the field.
"Captain's shake hands." Madam Hooch said, Flint and Oliver shook or more like squeezed each other's hands, trying to break each other's fingers. Madam Hooch told them to mount their brooms.
"Three...two...one!" She shouted, before blowing her whistle and then 14 brooms were up in the air, the quaffle was thrown into the air, Diana lunged for it, and managed to catch it, she flew towards the Slytherin goal post, it was surrounded by Slytherin's. Angelina was on the other side, Diana threw the quaffle deciding that was the best decision, but Warrington caught it.
He flew towards the other side, before a bludger was shot towards him by George. It knocked the quaffle out of his hands, before Angelina catch it, she flew to the Slytherin goal post and scored.
"– SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
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It was the dirtiest game Diana had ever played, most of the team had been attacked.
"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING —" Lee shouted,
"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way —"
"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!" Lee shouted, as Diana grabbed the quaffle, she flew fast trying to get to the goal. She threw it to Katie, before she decided to fly under the Slytherin's blocking her and get to the other side.
"Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle — Flint alongside her — poke him in the eye, Angelina! — it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke — oh no — Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save-fuck you Flint!" Professor McGonagall tried to tug the megaphone away from Lee, after Flint scored.
"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession —" Diana had the quaffle in her hand, when suddenly she felt a club hitting her on the side of her stomach. She gasped in the sudden pain, clutching at her stomach, with the quaffle still in hand.
"Foul!" Madam Hooch shouted, as George flew towards Bole, the boy who had hit her, and elbowed him in the face.
"Penalty shot for both teams." Madam Hooch shouted, since Diana still had the quaffle in hand, she flew to the Slytherin goal post.
"Miss, I thought she was a bludger!" Bole shouted, as he whipped his bloody nose.
"Penalty for both!" She repeated, as Diana threw the quaffle and scored a point. Wood managed to save the Slytherin's penalty shot, making the score fifty-ten. Fred and George fly around Diana, bludger's in hand trying to protect her, leaving an opportunity for the Slytherin beaters, Bole and Derrick to attack Oliver. They aimed both bludger's at him, both hitting him in the stomach. He almost fell off his broom, the air completely knocked out of him.
"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA! Gryffindor penalty!" Madam Hooch shouted, Angelina went and scored, the score was now, sixty ten, and then seconds later, Fred shot the bludger at Warrington letting Diana catch the quaffle, and score another goal.
Then everyone froze as they watched Harry tried to dive for the snitch, but then Malfoy had grabbed the end of his firebolt, and pulled back, stopping Harry from moving.
"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics." Madam Hooch shouted, she had probably shouted herself hoarse today, Diana thought.
"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was screaming into the megaphone, staying out of Professor McGonagall's reach.
"YOU FILTHY, CHEATING BITCH!" Katie took the penalty shot, but she was so angry she missed by several feet.
"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal — Montague scores —Seventy-twenty to Gryffindor..." Diana grabbed hold of the quaffle, before she turned and saw now that every single Slytherin player, even the goalie, not including Malfoy was now racing towards her.
She stared at them shocked before deciding the best option was to try to fly through them. She flew straight ahead, until Harry came charging towards all of them, they scattered like little bugs, and Diana's way was clear. She flew to the empty goal post and scored.
"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty Points to twenty!" Everyone in the stands started screaming, as Malfoy, who was miles ahead of Harry flew towards the snitch. Harry shot after him, he gained on Malfoy quickly, they were now head-to-head, everyone felt like they had stopped breathing that moment, as Harry threw himself forward, let both hands off the broom, knocking Malfoy's hand away.
"YES!" He shouted, as he held up his arm, showing the golden snitch. The stadium exploded in cheers, as everyone ran down to the stadium once again. Wood sped towards Harry, throwing his arms around Harry's neck, and crying into his shoulder. Fred and George Hugged Harry and Oliver, as the girls joined them, shouting.
"We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!"
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Beloved- George Weasley
FanfictionDiana Dursley turned 12 and her whole life flipped as she knew it once that Hogwarts letter arrived at her parent's doorsteps. After her family was forced to send her to Hogwarts, she finds some comfort in the Weasley Twins, especially the one that...
