Joining Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in her fifth year, Avalon quickly learns that the wizarding world is submerging into a darkness that once shrouded it before. Along with the help of her fellow Gryffindors, she sets out to put thing...
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The wind sliced through my hair which was pulled into a ponytail, as I flew towards the Slytherin player who had the Quaffle tucked under his arm. A curse left my lips as I swiftly ducked my head to avoid the Bludger hit my way, the Slytherin beaters Crabbe and Goyle smirking at me.
I watched in disgust as the Quaffle soared through one of our hoops, meaning Slytherin had scored, again. "That's 50-10 to Slytherin! Let's see if Harry Potter can find the snitch before the Slytherin Seeker, so we can steal the game back from those slimey- Jordan!"
I laughed as Mcgonagall ripped the mic from Lee's hands, telling him off. I soon concentrated back on the game, just in time to fly up and catch the Quaffle in my hand. I centred my gaze on the Slytherin goals and zoomed towards them.
I weaved and dodged my way past the Slytherin players before firing the Quaffle into the highest hoop, and watched with satisfaction as it sailed through. Flying past Harry, I clapped my hand against his as he reached out to give me a high five.
"And that's 50-20! With Slytherin still in the lead by 30 points and the game drawing to a close, things are looking very bleak for our loveable Gryffindors- oh wait! Harry Potter has spotted the Snitch!" Lee cried.
I flicked my head back at Harry to see him speeding after the Golden Snitch, Malfoy hot on his trails. "Come on Harry!" I cried, watching as his arm stretched out to grab the Snitch, diving down.
Time seemed to slow down as I watched Crabbe beat the Bludger towards Harry, knocking him forward and causing him to fall off his broom. "That's a foul!" I heard Angelina roar, as I sped towards Harry.
"Are you okay?" I cried, jumping off my broom and running towards him. "Better than ok," He smiled, holding up his hand, the Snitch held proudly between his fingers. "Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee yelled into the mic, as the arena erupted in cheers.
I let whoop of joy as I threw my hands around Harry, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed me back, before being pulled away by Fred and George, who put him on their shoulders.
"Saint Potter always coming to save the day," Draco seethed, stalking over to us. "Suppose you stupid Gryffindors need someone like him on the team, what with your rubbish chasers and idiotic beaters," he continued smirking slyly. "Shut your mouth Malfoy," George said, glaring at him.
"Or what? You'll get your dad to do another raid at my house? Newsflash Weaselby, you and your dirt poor family don't scare me," he sneered, earning a round of laughs from the Slytherin players.
I quickly grabbed onto Harry who had started to lunge toward Draco, as Fred pulled his twin back at the same time.
"I do feel sorry for you mother. Being married to a nosy traitor must be exhausting, not to mention looking after all you urchins. There's what, 20 of you?" Draco sneered, only feeling encouraged by the way his team were egging him on.
