Cursed Child | H.P. {Discontinued}

Chapter 4

Over the next few weeks, nothing interesting was going on. The first Quidditch game of the season was later that day, Gryffindor VS. Slytherin. Everyone was pretty hyped, and although nobody really wanted Slytherin to win, it was rare for anyone to beat them since Harry was an amazing Seeker and Captain. 

"I got news of who the Gryffindor Captain is," said Draco, who was wearing his Chaser robes already. "Ginny Weasley. Could they pick anyone worse?"

"Yes. Ron Weasley. God, he's a horrible Keeper," Harry said truthfully, walking out into the snow-coated landscape, drawing his Slytherin scarf up to his face. They had recently gotten a powerful snowstorm, which was unusual since it was the middle of November. 

Harry and Draco walked to the broom shed, and got their brooms. Harry's was a Firebolt, and Draco's a Nimbus 2001. They walked back to the locker rooms, and Harry quickly put on his Seeker robes. Harry and the team, which contained of Draco, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle, and Clyde Parkinson. 

They all mounted their brooms before kicking off into the air, all of them flying towards the middle of the pitch, where Madam Hooch was standing. The Gryffindor team was already here, on the other side of Madam Hooch. 

Harry stopped in front of Ginny Weasley, and smirked. He had a feeling they would win this match as usual. 

"Now, I want a nice clean game. All of you." Madam Hooch looked at Harry as she said this, knowing that he usually shoved the other team players. 

"Captains, shake hands," the coach instructed, and Harry and Ginny reluctantly shook hands. She had a surprisingly firm grip, and Harry felt a tingling sensation in his palm when they released. (That just sounds wrong for me...) 

After that, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and all fourteen players rose into the air. Harry and Ginny both went higher than the others, and started to circle the pitch, in search of the Golden Snitch. After about 10 minutes, Slytherin was in the lead, 80-50. 

Harry looked around the vast pitch, searching for any sign of the Snitch. After a moment, he saw something small flutter in the snowy air, which was beginning to pelt down. Harry urged his Firebolt upwards, disappearing into the clouds, the rival Seeker doing the same soon after. 

The sky was getting darker, and it was almost impossible to see. Harry stretched out his right arm, keeping a firm grip on the broom's handle with his left. Weasley was catching up to him, though her broom was no match for his. 

"Hey, Potter!" she yelled in an attempt to distract him, but Harry's fingers had already closed around the Snitch. Harry wheeled his broom around, and stopped when he was by the gingers side. 

"Nice try, Weaselette. You really stand no chance on that. . . . Enchanted log you call a broom," Harry sneered, and pelted towards the ground at top speed before she could reply. He raised the hand that held the precious golden ball, and the Slytherin side of the pitch erupted in cheers. The others, meanwhile, booed and shouted protests. 

"And Slytherin wins, 300 - 230," sighed Luna Lovegood, seeming thoroughly disappointed. Harry hopped off his broom once he was a few inches from the ground, and was engulfed by Pansy, who was shrieking in delight. 

"Hey, how about you give your brother a hug?" Clyde said jokingly, and Pansy gave him a hug too. (Random brother.) 

Harry chanced a glance toward the Gryffindors, and saw the other Seeker looking at him with narrowed eyes, her ginger hair flowing behind her in the wind. He then was lead back into the locker rooms by his team, which was beaming with delight.