The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Ten

          It was five till six, and I was heading to the dungeons for my detention. I arrived in the dungeons at six sharp, and Snape was sitting at his desk.

          "Now, I hope you understand that just because you collapsed in the hallway, it doesn't mean I will be going easy on you," Snape sneered.

          "Yes sir," I said.

          "For your detention you will be cleaning up the mess the Weasley twins made with their potions earlier." I heard the Weasley twins, and I automatically thought of last night. How George held my hand for an hour.

          "And you are to use no magic. Is that understood?"

          "Yes, sir," I said, muttering some choice words under my breath afterwards. I got started, scrubbing the floor with a sponge. At times like these, I can't help but thinking how lucky I was to grow up with muggles.

          After I scrubbed the floor beneath the Weasley twins' table, I had to scrub their table, as well as the other tables they caught.

           "I'm going to have to have a word with the twins after this," I thought. After Snape ensured that I had cleaned every inch of their mess, he held me back.

           "So you have seen informed I am teaching you Occulmency again?" he asked.

          "Yes sir," I replied.

          "Your lessons will be on Thursdays. Your first one is next week at seven."

          "Yes sir."

          Snape sneered at me. "You are free to go."

           By the time I got out of the dungeon, it was 8:30. I sulked up back to the Fat Lady, where I gave her the password (Mimbulus mimbletonia), and I entered the Common Room.

           The only ones in the Common Room were Ron, Harry, Fred, and George. I snuck over to Fred and George, where they were playing a game of Exploding Snap!, and knocked their card tower down, which made a huge crack.

           "Gwen!" shouted Fred. "What the bloody hell was that for!"

           "Yeah!" shouted George. "We were just about to beat Ron's record! Couldn't you have waited for us to build you a tower if you wanted something to knock over?!" By then I had stormed off to the dorm.

           "Okay, what did Fred and George do to piss you off?" asked Ginny. She met me at the door to our dorm.

           "How did you know?" I asked in return.

           "Simple. Heard their deck collapse. You, all angry and storming up here followed by their shouts, all had to be connected. Now answer my question!"

           "During my detention, I had to scrub the mess they made with their potion. It wasn't fun. I spent the first 45 minutes just scrubbing the floor!"

           "Oy, that sounds bad. I'll have a word with them later, don't you worry. You need sleep Gwen, it's a big day tomorrow. First Quidditch match."

           "Thanks Gin. You're right. Let's get some sleep."

            I awoke the next morning with sleep still on my mind. I needed more of it. This was my first match as a Captain, and we needed to pull it off. I needed a Keeper, which is what the tryouts were for two weeks ago. I got Ron, he was the best, saving all five shots. He does horridly when there's a crowd though.

            I knew that Hermione confounded Ron's competition, but I don't care. I gave her hell for it after the tryouts.

            After my horrible breakfast, which Ron and I both ate nothing, I was walking down to the Quidditch pitch with my Firebolt in hand. I was the first one into the locker rooms, and I was changed into my Quidditch robes before the rest of the team had even gotten in.

           This year was going to be the hardest year yet. It took me weeks to convince Umbridge to allow the Gryfindor Quidditch team to play again, and if I hadn't gone to Dumbledore, I don't know if I would be standing in these locker rooms right now. Snape also booked the Quidditch pitch so often, it was hard to get the team to play.

           I started Quidditch the year after Harry did. I replaced Angelina, who had an injury that stopped her from playing forever.

            When everyone had arrived at the Quidditch pitch, I decided it must be the time to give the pregame speech. I wouldn't go crazy, like Oliver used to, but I wouldn't forget to speak.

            "Okay guys, listen up," I said. "I just found out the new lineup for the Slytherin team. Their Beaters graduated last year, so their replacements are," I scowled before saying the names. "Crabbe and Goyle."

             Every fifth year on the team booed at the mention of the Beater's names. Even Fred and George booed. Before I could finish my speech, I heard an announcement from the pitch.

              "It's time guys." We all walked out onto the pitch, to see the crowd, hear their cheers, and the faint sound of singing.

              "Oh no," I thought. "This can't be good."