Harry Potter: The Slytherin Mud-Blood

🏏Quidditch Chaser🏏

Professor McGonagall had been leading us down the halls and stopped at Professor Quirrel's class.

"Wait here." She stuck her head in the room. "Professor Quirrel, if you excuse me, can I borrow Wood and Flint for a moment?"

"Y-yes, of course!" He allowed.

She came back with two male students. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. She introduced us to them.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. And Lockery, this is Marcus Flint." We awkwardly smiled at them. "Boys, I have found you a seeker and a chaser!" She gleamed.

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"Really, a chaser?!" Exclaimed Rihanna,"but first year never make the house teams! That's incredible!"

"According to McGonagall, Harry and I are the youngest Quidditch players in a century."

"Don't let it get to your head, Lockery!"

My friends and I turn our heads, to see the one and only, Malfoy. Draco, with a devilish smirk said,

"Quidditch will be the death of you! One knock out and you'll be sent to the Hospital Wing in a heartbeat. Better watch out~"

"Whatever, Hair Gel , at least I made the team! Unlike you.." I snapped back.

All Malfoy did was grunt and stormed off, muttering curses under his breath. I smile at my triumph with my friends patting my back. But my smile fades. What if he's right?

I sat in the empty courtyard, thinking. Should I even try? What if I embarrass myself? What if I'm kicked off the team?! I'm in deep slutch now...

"Hey, you alright?" I look up and see the twins in front of me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked them.

"Could ask the same about you." Said George.

"Touché," I sighed. "Just needed to clear my head is all."

"From what?" The ask in unison, sitting each beside me.

"I'm the new Slytherin chaser and I'm...kinda scared. I know nothing about Quidditch. Who knows, I'll probably be dead on the spot! I should just tell Flint that I can't do it." I hid my face in my hands.

The twins looked at each other before dragging my by the arms. I tried prying myself off but I couldn't budge. They led me to a crystal container with trophies and medals I look in and saw my uncle's name. Slytherin Chaser; Marco Lockery.

"My uncle..was a...Chaser?"

"He never told you?" Fred raised a brow.

I laughed. "Like I said, muggle-born." I pointed at myself. "But, thank you, guys. I needed to see this..."

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The next day, I was walking with Harry, Wood, and Flint to an open field. Harry and Wood were carrying  a case and they plopped it down.

"Quidditch, is easy enough to understand." Said Wood. "Each team has 7 players. 3 chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and a seeker. That you, Harry."

"And you're a chaser, Naomi, like me." Flint said proudly. He unlocked the case, pulled out a brown ball and tossed it to me. "There are 3 types of balls. That's called a quaffle. The chasers, handle the quaffle, and try to put it through on of those three hoops." He pointed at the Quidditch field, directly at the hoops at the end.

"And the keeper, that's me." Wood mentioned himself. "Defends the hoops. With us so far?"

Harry and I gave a small nod. "What are those?" Harry points at the to moving balls, like they were savage animals.

Wood handed him what looked like a bat and unclipped one of the chains, containing the ball. It flew high in the air, but came back at maximum speed. Harry took a swing and sent flying through a small space in a statue.

"Not bad, Potter." Wood admitted. "You'd make a fair beater. Uh-oh–"

The flying ball came straight back Oliver trying to restrain it. He was struggling but, manage to put it back.

"What was that?" I stare in awe.

"That, young lady, was a bludger. Those things can give a concussion. Be careful."

"Come on, Flint, quit scaring her!" Wood defended. "She's just a first year. Now, Harry. Since your a seeker, the only ball you need to worry about is this one." He handed him a small, golden ball. "The Golden Snitch."

"I like this ball." Harry chuckled.

"Ah, you like it now, just you wait. It's wicked fast and damn impossible to see."

"What do I do with it?"

"You catch it, before the other team's seeker. You catch this the game is over. You catch this Potter, and we win." 

The snitch sprouts out wings and zipped out of my vision. But I think Harry was the only one who could spot it. This game is going to be tough....