A Step Into the Future: A Marauders Fanfiction (completed)

Eleven: What Do You Do When Your Idol Turns Out to Be a Drunk? Help Me.

JAMES: They were right, Harry was phenomenal on a broom.

HARRY: They were right, Dominic was extraordinary.

JAMES: I could barely even see him he flew so fast!

HARRY: I had nearly lost track of how many points he scored!

JAMES: too bad we lost.

HARRY: we were lucky to win.

JAMES: If I would have scored one more goal we would've won, even with Harry catching the snitch, but Harry was too quick. It was a spectacular sight to see. He was faster than a hippogriff.

I guess I sort of ruined the mood.

Here's how it happened. Fred, George, and Harry were celebrating their win. Ginny landed and glared at them, while Ron sighed and told them good game.

George and Fred got a bit too into their celebrating. George picked up the quaffle, and threw it at poor Harry who wasn't paying any attention.

"HARRY, LOOK OUT!" I guess I screamed it a bit louder than I thought I did. Harry turned with no problem and deflected the quaffle.

Everyone was staring at me in a perplexed state, probably wondering why I was so concerned for the life of I kid I had just met. I was screwed in explaining this.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I thought you were going to fall off your broom." Harry, Fred, and George smirked knowingly.

"He's a pro at not falling off of his broom...besides that time in second year-" Fred started.

"In my defense, a hexed bludger was kind of trying to kill me!" Harry said.

"And that time in third year-" George began.

"In my defense once more, a dementor was trying to kill me!" He pleaded.

"Are things always trying to kill you?" I pointed out. They exchanged glances and laughed, saying nothing further.

"Do you know who he is?" George exclaimed.

"Not this again." Harry murmured, bringing his palm to his face.

"He's Harry Potter!" The twins chanted.

"The boy who lived!" Fred announced.

"The chosen one!" George exclaimed.

"What?" I asked. Every one of them turned their heads.

"You mean, you don't know who he is!?" Ron exclaimed.

"Drop it guys, really," Harry mumbled and no one spoke another word.

"I'm going to go put my broom away," Harry said. Ginny shit a glare at the others and followed him. [I HAD A TYPO I MEANT TO PUT SHOT AND I PUT SHIT BUT I DECIDED TO KEEP IT AS IT MADE ME LAUGH]

We all landed our brooms and Hermione, Fred, George, and Ron eyed me suspiciously.

"You're a pure-blood, aren't you Dominic?" Asked George. I nodded.