The War Hammer of Hogwarts - Harry Potter

Harry's First Match

Madam Hooch: Mount your brooms, please.

I watched as Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.  Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.  Fifteen brooms rose up high into the air.  They were off.

Lee: And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor!  What an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-

McGonagall: JORDAN!

Lee: Sorry, Professor.

Ron, Pieck, and I were laughing hysterically.  The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

Lee: And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve, back to Johnson and... no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes!  Flint flying like an eagle up there, he's going to... no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle.  That's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and OUCH, that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger. Quaffle taken by the Slytherins, that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger, sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which.  Nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes!  She's really flying, dodges a speeding Bludger, the goal posts are ahead.  Come on, now, Angelina... Keeper Bletchley dives... misses, GRYFFINDORS SCORE!

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

Hagrid: Budge up there, move along.

Ron: Hagrid!

Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join us.

Hagrid: Been watchin' from me hut.

He patted a large pair of binoculars around his neck.

Hagrid: But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd.  No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?

YN: Nope.  Harry hasn't had much to do yet.

Hagrid: Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'.

He raised his binoculars and peered skyward at the speck that was Harry.  Way up above us, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting and looking around for some sign of the Snitch.  This was part of his and Wood's game plan.  When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loops to let off his feelings.  Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch.  Once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred came chasing after it.

Fred: All right there, Harry?

He beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint.

Lee: Wait a moment, was that the Snitch?

A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.  Harry saw it.  In a great rush of excitement he dove downward after the streak of gold.  Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too.  Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch.  All the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.  Harry was faster than Higgs, he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead.  He put on an extra spurt of speed... WHAM!  A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below.  Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.