Gred and Forge?

13 ~ Gryffindor VS Slytherin

Two weeks had now passed and Fred and I were going as strong as ever, we were inseperable.

The Quidditch season also had finally begun. It was now Saturday, the day of our first match.

After many weeks of hard work and training, I was so excited. Gryffindor Vs Slytherin. If we won this match then we would move up into second place in the House Championship, and I was determined to help us win.

We we're all sitting at breakfast the next morning in our red and yellow quidditch robes, the whole team, including Hermione and Ron were all gathered together for some last minute tactics.

Why Ron and Hermione you ask? I forgot to tell you! Our new seeker is the one and only Harry Potter.

"Okay guys, you know what to do, I'll see you down on the field" Oliver said to us all be for getting up and heading out of the doors of the great hall.

My hands were shaking, something bad was going to happen. I couldn't tell what, but I could feel it, I could feel it on my stomach.

"Hey, you okay" Fred asked me concern covering his face. I shook my head rapidly.

Fred grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the doors, down a deserted corridor.

"What wrong, are you okay?" He looked deep into my eyes.

"Somethings wrong, I can feel it" I whispered. Visions flashing rapidly through my brain. I felt sick, my stomach ached and I could feel my breakfast coming back up.

I bolted towards the nearest bathroom, Fred following close behind me.

I launched myself at the sink and emptied the contents of my stomach into it. I felt Fred hold my hair back and rub my back soothingly.

After I was done chucking up. I took a dizzy turn falling back into Fred's arms.

"Woah, easy there" he said as he helped me sit on the floor,while I clutched my head. "Come on, we'll go get some sickness tablets from Madam Pomfrey" he told me before lifting me up gently and supporting me towards the hospital wing.

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Within the hour, I was back on my feet, my stomach was settled and my dizziness had disappeared.

We were standing in the middle of the quidditch field. I looked at Fred, who gave me a wink in response, such a cheeky boy.

The weather had went from bitterly cold to a nice warm sunny day in mere hours.

I looked upwards from where I was standing on the pitch to see the whole school out in the stands around us. Everyone cheered and flashes of red, gold and green, silver could be seen.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle if the pitch, waiting for the two teams, her broom in hand.

"Now I want a nice clean game, from all of you" she told as we all gathered round. What I couldn't help but notice was that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint. Who in my opinion looked to have some troll blood running through his veins.

Madam Hooch's broom rose up into the sky, as we all followed suit. I clambered on to my nimbus 2000.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast of her silver whistle and fourteen different brooms, rose up, high into the air and we were off.

The next thing i knew i had the quaffle in my hand and Lee Jordan, who was bring watched carefully by Professor McGonagall was saying... "And Sky Flynn is really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet -- back to Flynn -- and straight through the hoops. 10 points to Gryffindor.

The game was going smoothly other than a few miner hitches... Including the Fact that Alicia AND Woods are all down and Harry's broom is currently going Haywire.

I on the other hand was trying ever so hard to play Keeper and Chaser all at the one time... All we needed was for Harry to find that Snitch.

I looked around to see if Harry had escaped from his strange and possessed broom to see him speeding towards the ground.

Immediately Harry clapped his hand to his mouth as thought he was about to be sick -- he hit the field on all fours as i landed down behind him. That when i saw something gold fall from his mouth and into his outstretched hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" He yelled, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

Gryffindor had one by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.

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After a hit shower and some fresh clothes I headed back to the Gryffindor tower to were Fred and George were waiting to celebrate.

Although I couldn't help but notice that the sick feeling had come back. I ignored it the best I could and put a smile on my face as I entered the common room.

Everyone was there all with bottles of butterbeer in their hands. The table had been pushed into the muddle of the room and mountains of pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs were in the middle, surrounded by cream cakes and chocolate éclairs.

I immediately launched myself at the cream cakes before i felt hand being wrapped around my waist.

"Well, We did it, you were amazing out there" Fred said pulling me closer to him.

"Me? No you and George were brilliant I've never seen you play like that before" i said leaning my head on Fred's shoulder as we sat infront of the fire place.

We were deep in conversationg when all of a sudden the doors to the common room burst open and a saddened looking McGonagall walked in.

"Quieten down, now, I wish to see Miss Flynn" she said looking round trying not to panic. I stood up and looked deep into her eyes, i could see worry and panic floating around but couldn't see what the source of these emotions was.

"Miss Flynn, follow me please" she said giving me a weak smile. "Oh and you Weasley twins, you had better come too" she said.

Fred and George stood up. Immediately Freds handed grabbed mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze but i didn't help at all.

We exited the common room and walked down the corridor in an uncomfortable silence. I wanted to scream and ask her what was wrong but I didn't have the nerves to.

That's when we arrived at the familiar Gargoyle and I knew that this wasn't going to be good news and judging by Fred and George's face, they were thinking the exact same thing because we were standing.....

Outside Dumbledore's office