Graciela Dursley: Harry Potter Cousin Fanfic

Quidditch Final

Grace's POV

Hagrid lost the case and Buckbeak is going to be executed. On a happier note Ron and Hermione are talking again. And Hermione slapped Malfoy, man I'm proud to have her as a friend. Hermione also walked out on Divination quitting the class.

Winter is still playing with the black dog and I've seen Crookshanks with them. Today is the day of the Quidditch Final, Slytherin vs Gryffindor. I sit with Ron and Hermione as the match starts. Winter is with the black dog in an empty stand. I noticed it seemed to come to every match, but thought nothing of it. It was probably the best time to get food. Even then is remains mainly out of sight.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" Lee yells as they come on the pitch. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years" he states. Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end. "And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill --" More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Lee has a point, Malfoy is the smallest on the team compared to the other players.

Oliver shakes Flint's hand and rejoin their teams. Hooch blows her whistle and they take off. She releases the balls before mounting her broom and taking off. I notice Malfoy on Harry's tail, as he sped off in search of the Snitch.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no -- Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field -- WHAM! -- nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by -- Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina -- nice swerve around Montague -- duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!¨C SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!" Lee shouts. I cheer with the other Gryffindors as Angelina punches the air in triumph.

"Ouch!" she shouts when Flint rams into her, nearly knocking her off her broom.

"Sorry, didn't see her!" Flint shouts as the crowd boos. A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

"That will do!" Madame Hooch shouts as she zooms in between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!" she states.

"Come off it, Miss" Fred whines. But Madame Hooch blows her whistle and Alicia flies forward to take Gryffindor's penalty shot. She scored and Flint flies forward to take Slytherin's penalty shot. Even though he's still bleeding. Oliver blocked the goal and it's now twenty-zero to Gryffindor.

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Lee roars. Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle had grabbed her head. Katie cart-wheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle.

Harry pulled his Firebolt around and sped off toward the Slytherin end. Malfoy went haring after him, clearly thinking Harry had seen the Snitch there. I frown in confusion, Harry is only suppose to catch the snitch when Gryffindor is fifty points ahead. Unless he's faking it.

Suddenly one of the Bludgers came streaking past Harry's right ear, hit by the gigantic Slytherin Beater, Derrick. Then the second Bludger grazed Harry's elbow. The other Beater, Bole, was closing in. He turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch.

"Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts" Lee announces. Flint scores a goal and the Slytherins cheer.

Fred and George Weasley were swooping around Katie after she scored. Clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood. They caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.

"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" Madame Hooch shrieks. Angelia took a penalty for Gryffindor and scored. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal -- seventy-ten.

Harry put on a huge burst of speed; his hand out stretched. When suddenly, the Firebolt was slowing down. I look to see Malfoy had thrown himself forward, grabbed hold of the Firebolt's tail, and was pulling it back. He had achieved what he'd wanted to do -- the Snitch had disappeared again. "Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics" Madame Hooch screeched.

Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.Slytherin scored another goal making it seventy - twenty to Gryffindor. Angelia scores another goal making it eighty - twenty to Gryffindor.

Malfoy was diving, a look of triumph on his face. There, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer. Harry urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead. He was gaining on Malfoy -- Harry flattened himself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him -- he was at Malfoy's ankles -- he was level -- Harry threw himself forward, took both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and caught the snitch. He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears.

We'd won the Quidditch the for the first time in eight years. The team all hug Harry tightly as a crying McGonagall accepts the cup from Dumbledore. Us Gryffindors run onto the pitch. We hoist the team onto the shoulders of the crowd. Well the older students did. There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. A sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air.

A/N

Picture above Harry holding the Quidditch cup and on the external link of Grace's outfit.

I won't update this story again until the new year.