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#010 :: First Gift
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"Just when you know, you know something, you have to look at it in another way"
- Dead Poets' society
"The book's is in Third person pov"
Third person pov
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Ron, Adalyn, Arilene and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath.
"Finally quidditch, God I've missed quidditch," James said sitting up straight his knees bouncing in excitement. "Lily you gotta fight for the first position in his life" Sirius joked. "As much as I love quidditch nothing can beat lily flower's place in my life" James said grinning at lily who blushed ten shades of red. "Shut up potter" She whispered hiding behind her hair.
"And me?" Sirius asked peeking at James face. "You? Hmm let me see, Lily flower, quidditch,Mum and dad, Remus, peter, Briony, Minnie, then there's that little pixie with hagrid-" James laughed when Sirius pouted at him and turned around to hug Briony and cry in her shoulders.
"No one loves me, am I that unlovable, My best mate just said he value that pixie more than me, C-can you believe it?" Sirius pulled out looking at Briony with big eyes and small pout. The brunette looked at him with a done face and pushed his face away.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. "Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year.
Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He smiled waving at his friends who waved back at him.
"Mount your brooms, please." Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
Gryffindor's cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins. By the time hagrid had also joint the students. Slytherin scores a point. The Slytherins were cheering.
"Oh no" James sighed bouncing up his knees up and down in nervousness.
No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went."Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled.
"Is his broom jinxed?" Adalyn mumbled squinting his eyes.
"His broom is what?" Lily asked her eyes widen.
He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have..." Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it.
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The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)
Fanfiction"The seats are empty, the theatre is dark... Why are you still acting?" ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ "Maybe you weren't a terrible person, maybe you were just fifteen" ✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩ It's the year 1978, and the students of Hogwarts are...
