Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

Explanations

"Quidditch," began Oliver as he and Liz were lugging the box of Quidditch balls onto the empty Quidditch field. Harry trailed behind, attempting to keep up.

"It's easy to understand," jumped in Liz, who got a glare from Oliver and mouthed 'sorry'

"It's got seven players, one Keeper, two Beaters, three Chasers, and one Seeker, that's you." He said as they set the box down on the ground. He knelt down and opened the box up, revealing the two Bludgers, the Golden Snitch, and the Quaffle.

"There's three kinds of balls," Oliver said, grabbing the Quaffle and throwing in to Harry who caught the ball easily, "That there's the Quaffle."

"The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put into one of those three hoops." Liz said, pointing to the three Quidditch hoops, on tall, one short, and one medium sized, at the far end of the stadium.

"The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. You with us so far?" Oliver asked, making sure Harry understood everything.

"I think so..." Harry said, tossing the Quaffle to Liz who stuck it back into the box. "What are those?" he asked matter-of-factly.

Oliver looked down at the box then grabbed the bat and handed it to Harry, "You might need this." He knelt down and unlatched the Bludger and it hurled up into the air. the three of them watched as it went up, and it soon began to descend

"Careful now, it's coming back," Liz said, still watching. Harry raised the bat and swat at the Bludger which went flying through a gap in a statue on the side of the tower. She grinned.

"Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater!" He said, watching for the Bludger to come back. He glanced back up in time to see the Bludger coming back, "Uh oh," he said and he reached out and caught the flying Bludger. He was knocked to the ground and he began to crawl towards the box, and with the help of Liz, they latched the Bludger back into the box.

"What was that!?' Harry asked, still in awe.

"A Bludger." Oliver replied, with a grin.

"Nasty little buggers," Liz said, shaking her head.

"But you, Harry, are the Seeker." Oliver said. He turned and reached into the box and grabbed the Golden Snitch. "The only thing I want you to worry about, is this," Oliver said, showing the tiny golden ball to Harry.

"The Golden Snitch." Liz said.

"I like this one." Harry said immediately.

Liz shook her head, "No, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and downright impossible for you to see."

"What do I do with it?" Harry asked, holding it gingerly in between his thumb and index finger.

"You catch it." Oliver said. "Before the other team's Seeker. You catch it, and the game's over. You catch this, and we win." He said, his eyes shining with the prospect of winning.

At that moment, the Golden Snitch unfurled its wings and took off from Harry's open palm. Harry followed it, his mouth open wide, in surprise as it flittered about quickly.

"Whoa." He said as Oliver reached out his hand and it landed and he stuck it back into the box.

"And that, Harry, is Quidditch." Liz said.