The Next Generation - Harry Potter

Chasers And Keepers

Rose

It was the first Quidditch game of the season: Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. The team had changed into their scarlet and gold robes and shouldered their brooms. Dad had bought a nimbus to replace my outdated cleansweep after hearing that I had made the house team (he was very enthusiastic as he had played when he was at school). We were greeted by tumultuous cheers as we entered the packed stadium. The stands were tightly packed blocks of red and blue. I quickly scanned around but didn't have time to spot anyone I knew as the captains shook hands and Madam Hooch blew her whistle sharply to signal the start of the match. I was first to seize the quaffle and threw it to the nearest chaser. We were so quick it was like watching a game of ping pong. The game carried on like this for a while and we were ahead by fifty points so if we caught the snitch now, we would win. 

Lorcan and Lysander Scamander were also chasers on the Ravenclaw team. They were fair flyers but looked nervous and occasionally forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Lorcan narrowly avoided a vicious attack from his own bludger. I followed the quaffle down the pitch and heard familiar voices shouting from the stands. I glanced across to see Albus and Scorpius clad in Gryffindor robes, their hands cupped around their mouths. I grinned despite myself. The next few moments felt like a blur of colour and sound. I whipped around to see a bludger pelting towards me, but the beaters were down the other end of the pitch and there wasn't enough time to duck. I felt the stinging pain in my cheeck and overbalanced on my broom. I plummeted to the ground and was knocked unconscious.