Miss Primrose Potter (HP FANFIC/HP SIS)

The Game of Life and Death

Hi!! Shubh Deepawali and Happy Halloween! Thank you for sticking with me and one more thing- the match has been written in third person pov. Don't forget to vote and comment!!

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 As November arrived, the weather became icy. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit-fur gloves and enormous beaverskin boots. The Quidditch season had begun! On Saturday, Harry and I would be playing in our first match after weeks of training.

Somehow the news of Harry and I being on the team had leaked out. Some people told us we'd be great, while others joked that they'd have a mattress under us just in case.  It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd have got through all his homework without her and at times, even I had needed help with homework, with all the last-minute Quidditch practice Wood was making us do. Mione had also lent us Quidditch Through the Ages.

Harry learnt that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert. He had been ranting to me about them while I tried to stiffle my laughs which came out as soft coughs. It had taken him 15minutes to notice that. 

Now......

 "You know what this means?" Harry finished breathlessly. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him – he's after whatever it's guarding! And I'd bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to create a diversion!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been in the courtyard when Professor Snape had caught Harry with Quidditch Through the Ages. Professor had taken it with 5 points from Gryffindor. Harry being Harry and feeling restless had left to ask Professor for the book after a while and saw Professor with a bloody leg and Filch with bandages.

The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. 

Ron and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for us, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potters for President and Dean, who was good at drawing, had drawn a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours. Meanwhile, in the changing rooms, we were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green). Wood cleared his throat for silence. 

"OK, men," he said. 

"And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson. 

"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."

"The big one," said Fred. 

"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told us. "We were in the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," said Wood. 

"This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." He glared at us all as if to say, 'Or else.' "Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."