The Rise of White : From Ash to Magic

Quidditch

TINA'S POV:

The Quidditch season had begun. We would be playing our first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If our house won, we would move up into second place in the House Championship.

I was nervous. Moe nervous than I'd like to show. All the possibilities of me messing up seemed more likely the closer I got to playing my first-ever game.

Snape walked by, getting my attention.

"Good luck White, Potter" he said.

"Thank you, Professor" I said trying to smile through my nerves. Harry was glaring at Snape's head.

"Did you see he was limping?" asked Ron once Snape was out of earshot.

"That's it. He let the troll in on Halloween. It was a distraction so he could try and get past the three-headed dog" said Harry all excited that he had got dirt on Snape.

*FLASHBACK*

[The night Tina and Harry made the Quidditch Team]

Malfoy, being the prat that he is, challenged Harry to a duel, which Ron accepted for him, and we were currently outside, sneaking out of bed. I was obviously going too. Like I was gonna give up a chance to see Fluffy.

We got caught by Hermione, who lectured us all the way out of the portrait hole. It was so difficult to not burst out laughing at the cutsie pink dressing-gown. She looked like a puppy trying to bark. We met Neville outside the portrait, the poor boy had forgotten the password as usual.

And of course we all got locked out since the Fat Lady had gone on a night-time visit, then all five of us went to the trophy room to duel Malfoy.

After a while of walking, we reached the Trophy Room. The crystal trophy cases glimmered where the moonlight caught them. Cups, shields, plates and statues winked silver and gold in the darkness. The others kept looking at the doors at either end of the room, I walked around, looking at the trophies. I was looking through a case at the very end, when I saw one that caught my attention.

It was shiny trophy the size of my forearm, with the words: "Award for Special Service to the School: June 1943" engraved on it.

'Oh, look! It's Voldy's trophy. Can I break it?'

'NO! As much as I love destroying things, and as much as he deserves it, you need to focus. I can sense something coming towards us.'

I snapped back to reality and looked at my friends, then at the door on the right. It wasn't Malfoy and Crabbe, they obviously weren't coming cuz they were the ones who planned to get us in trouble in the first place. So it's either Filch and his devil cat or someone else. I'm going with the former.

I walked towards where the others were standing in the middle of the room, still keeping an eye on the door.

"He's late, maybe he's chickened out" Ron whispered.

Then a noise from outside the door on the right, making them jump and me stare harder. Harry started to raise his wand, when we heard someone speak- and it wasn't Malfoy.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner." It was Filch, speaking to that damned cat of his. I waved madly at the other four, who had gone still with fear, to follow me as quickly as possible; we scurried silently towards the door on the left.