Dylan Potter; the not so famous cousin.

first match

Gosh I'm so nervous. Today is the day. My first Quidditch match. Of course it has to be against Slytherin. Ew. Anyway, at the moment I'm sitting in the Great Hall with Ron, Hermione and Harry (Ron has stopped being a toe-rag so I actually kind of like him now) eating, well staring at, my breakfast.

"Come on you two, you have to eat! You've got to get your energy up!" Hermione says in a chirpy voice.

I make eye contact with Harry who looks just as nervous as I feel. I take a bite of my toast and chew on it slowly. "Better?" I ask Hermione. "Much" she replies.

"Come on lets go, we've got to get there early to get good seats Hermione. Also, Dylan and Harry have to get there early for Wood's famous pre-match pep-talk!" Ron says cheerily. 

He's practically bouncing up and down from excitement. I roll my eyes then get up. 

"Okay lets go." As I say that, two huge packages are dropped in front of Harry and I from above. I gasp. The shape of the packages look like... "A Nimbus 2000!" Ron exclaims. 

I quickly rip my package open and stare at the content with awe. It is a Nimbus 2000! I look over at Harry who's holding his broom up with the biggest grin on his face that I have ever seen. We both have Nimbus 2000's!

"This is amazing! We have to get out of here, go and show your team the brooms!" Ron says excitedly.

I nod in agreement. As we near the exit from the Great Hall I see a streak of blonde come from somewhere to my right. Ew, it's Malfoy. He's glaring at our brooms.

"Goodluck Potter's. Don't strain yourselves too much during the game, you both might spontaneously combust. " I glare at him. "I'd rather enjoy that actually" he and his gang of gorilla's snigger.

"Malfoy, stop being a moron. Jealousy isn't attractive." Now it's his turn to glare and my turn to snigger.

"Whatever Potter. Or should I say, the un-interesting Potter" Malfoy snarles.

I sigh. "Although that is rather insulting to me, you just unintentionally gave Harry a compliment."

Malfoy laughs, which is not what I was expecting. "Sometimes, being called interesting isn't a compliment."

After that comment Malfoy and his gorilla's strut off. I glare after them then turn to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Lets go" I say shortly. We walk away.

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"Are you two nervous?" Oliver asks Harry and I.

We both shrug, too scared to open our mouths in case we vomit everywhere. 

"Hmm... my first Quidditch match, I took a quaffle to the head. I don't remember much after that" Oliver tells us.

I gulp. "Yeah, great pep-talk Wood. I appreciate it" I say sarcastically. He smirks at me.

"Just get out there, and do your best. And by best I mean you have to make us win" Oliver says.

I roll my eyes. "Okay let's get out there!" Wood exclaims to the whole team.

We all get on our brooms and fly out onto the pitch. The Gryffindor's errupt into cheers. Actually, so does everyone else except the Slytherin's who are booing us. 

"And the two newest members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team Harry and Dylan Potter! Both first years which I say is extremely amazing!" Lee Jordan, the commentator says enthusiastically.

That gives me a confidence boost. I fly around the pitch, giving everyone who wants one a high five and then I inconspicuously flip off the Slytherin's who yell in annoyance. I get to the middle of the ground and hover at my starting point. I look at the opposition who are all guys. They all look like they've been sucking on a bag of lemons. The whistle blows. To my surprise I'm the one who ends up with the quaffle. I zig zag through two snarling Slytherin players, and zoom towards the goals. I look to my left and see Angelina open. I throw the quaffle to her and she catches it with ease. Two Slytherin's are right on her tail so I qucikly speed infront of her. She see's I'm open so she quickly throws me back the quaffle. I'm in shooting distance now but just as I'm about to throw the quaffle towards the goals, I hear Fred Weasley call out a warning. "DUCK!" he shouts.

I do as I'm told and am narrowly missed by a bludger. I quickly recover but I'm now getting attacked by a Slytherin chaser. I throw the quaffle to Katie Bell who as soon as she gets it, throws it towards the goals.

"10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!" Lee yells over the roar of the crowd.

I grin widely and shake my fist up in the air in triumph. 

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It's now 50-40 Gryffindor's way. I've scored three of those goals, not trying to gloat or anything. The ball is now in Slytherin's possesion. I bump into Flint who has the ball, surprisingly I manage to bump him off balance which is a surprise considering I'm three quarters of his size. This allows Katie to snatch the ball out of his hands. He yells in frustration as he chases after Katie. Shockingly, he grabs the end of Katie's ponytail and yanks it back. Katie screams and drops the quaffle. 

Madame Hooch approaches, blowing her whistle angrily. "Penalty to Gryffindor!" she yells.

Of course, Katie scores. I look over at Harry to see his reaction and notice that he's dangling from his broom. "Harry!" I yell. 

I want to help him but I know Oliver would kill me so I play on. Flint's got the quaffle again. He shoots towards goal but luckily Oliver saves it with style. Oliver then throws the quaffle to Angelina. I turn towards our goal end when all of a sudden I hear the crowd errupt into an angry outburst. I spin back around just in time to see Oliver hit the ground. "What?!" I exclaim.

I notice Flint handing the beaters bat back to him. I growl. That's it I'm going to kick some ass.

It's all a bit of a blur from there. I remember giving two Slytherin's a blood nose with my shoulder when they tried to stop me, I also remember biting one of them. I don't think anyone noticed. Now I'm down on the ground tackling Harry into a hug, who has just caught (swallowed) the snitch and won us the game! "DOUBLE TROUBLE YOU POTTER'S ARE!" George yells.

I'm grinning so wide that my face is hurting. 

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After the celebration in the Gryffindor tower, I trudge my way up to my dormitory to find Hermione laying on her bed already. "HERMY!" I yell.

Hermione rolls her eyes. "Did Ron tell you?" she asks.

"Tell me what?"

"That I set Snape's robes on fire" she says innocently.

I stare at her in shock then I start to laugh hysterically. "OH HERMS! That just made my already perfect day."

Hermione laughs. "It looked like Snape was cursing Harry's broom so I took action" she explains.

This makes me laugh even more. "Herms, I admire you."

I then jump onto my bed and fall asleep straight away, not even bothering to change into my pyjamas.