The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Eleven

         It was the Slytherins. They were chanting a song about Ron. It sounded something like "Weasley is our King," which would match the pins they all were wearing earlier. I looked back at Ron, and I could see his ears turning red.

        "Ignore them Ron," I said. "You'll do just fine." Ron had began to turn a vibrant shade of green.

       As the Gryfindor team took the field, the Slytherins came out to join us. I tried to suppress a glare to the team, who all had Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. I was already angry, which would help me shove through the Slytherin Chasers.

       "Captains shake hands," ordered Madame Hooch. I shook hands with Montague, who was clearly trying to break my fingers. I could hear the Slytherins chanting, and pretty much every other house cheering for the Gryfindors. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had as much of a grudge against Slytherin as we did.

       "Mount your brooms,' said Madame Hooch.

      Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and the balls, as well as us, were off. Ron was in front of the goal posts, Harry up above the game, searching for the Snitch, Fred and George chasing the Bludgers, and Katie, Alicia, and I trying to get the Quaffle.

         Ron wasn't doing very well. The Slytherins were obviously getting to him, because they were singing that stupid song. Pansy Parkinson was conducting the group, with the entire House chanting.

        Ron let in four goals before I scored. We were 40-10, with Slytherin about to score, when I heard a roar coming from the stands. Harry had caught the Snitch.

         I threw my arm in the air, whooping as I dismounted my broom. I walked over to my brother to congratulate him, when he got hit by a Bludger from Crabbe.

        Thank God it only hit Harry in the back this time. He only fell about 5 feet, which is the height of Emily. It still worried me, because he wasn't getting up. I ran over and started smacking him in the face.

        "Gwenyth!" Harry shouted. "God, what are you doing! I'm fine!"

        "I was just checking," I said. I pulled Harry up, and he went over to the team to celebrate.

        "Hello Potters," Malfoy said, with the usual sneer. "How did you like my lyrics? I was going to add a few more verses, but I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with fat and ugly, for his mother."

        "That bastard!" I muttered.

        "We couldn't fit in useless loser either, for his father."

        Fred and George realized who they were talking about. They stiffened halfway through shaking Harry's hand.

        "Leave it George!" I shouted. "Same goes for you Fred, Harry! Leave it alone!"

        Fred had started to run at Malfoy. It took Katie, Alicia, and I to hold him back.

        "Maybe you remember what your house stank like Potters, and the Weasleys' reminds you?"

        Harry, who was holding back George, and George were charging at Malfoy. If it hadn't been for Fred, I could have stopped them.

        George and Harry started to beat the living daylights out of Malfoy. Harry punched him in the stomach, while George aimed for his nose. Madame Hooch finally broke it up about two minutes later, with George sporting a swollen lip, and Malfoy with a bloody nose.

         "What are are doing?!" Madame Hooch screamed. "I have never seen such behavior! Report to your Head of House's office immediately!"

          Harry and George stomped out of the pitch, and back to the castle, where McGonagall was waiting for them. Malfoy was carried to the Hospital Wing. When he was gone, we were finally allowed to release Fred. I was ready to kill him.

          I walked back to the Common Room after changing, to find George and Harry sitting in the cozy chairs. Harry looked petrified, while George still looked angry.

          "You just lost your Beaters and Seeker," said George.

          "I what?!"