Emma's POV
"Why am I going again?" I ask Hermione as we walk to the quidditch pitch with Coal and Ron.
"Because Ron wants us to and it's Harry's first game" she tells me.
"Which I can't watch as I am blind" I remind her grumbling.
"Don't worry, there'll be a commentator and we can help fill in any blanks" Ron tells me.
"He's right, besides we'll be there the whole time" Hermione tells me. I sigh and we soon reach the pitch. We go to the front lowest row and take our seats. Coal lays down in front of us and rests his head on my feet.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you" a woman says.
"That's Madame Hooch, our flying teacher" Hermione tells me.
"She's also refereeing the match" Ron adds and I nod my head in understanding. Suddenly a whistle is blown and I cover my eyes. Ron chuckles beside me and I elbow him in the ribs.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too" a guy says.
"Jordan!" McGonagall shouts.
"That's Lee Jordan, he is a friend of Fred and George. He is the commentator" Ron tells me. I nod my head in thanks.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc -- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goal posts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" Lee announces.
I cheer with my fellow gryffindors and Coal barks happily. The match continues on. "Budge up there, move along" a man says.
"Hagrid" Hermione and Ron say. Hermione moves closer to me making me move closer to Ron.
"Bin watchin' from me hut. But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?" Hagrid asks them.
"Nope, Harry hasn't had much to do yet" Ron tells him.
"By the way Hagrid, this is our friend Emma and her dog Coal" Hermione tells him.
"Pleasure to meet you sir" I say.
"No need to call me sir, Hagrid is fine" Hagrid tells me. "I have a dog called Fang" he states.
"I hope I can meet him soon" I tell him with a smile. We turn our attention back to the match.
"Slytherin in possession. Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?" Lee asks over the speaker. A murmur ran through the crowd.
"Is it the snitch?" I ask the others excited.
"Looks like it" Hermione tells me happily.
"Harry and the Slytherin seeker are neck & neck" Ron adds. Suddenly I hear a loud wham. "Foul!" Ron shouts with several other gryffindors.
"What happened?" I ask them worried.
"Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course. But Harry managed to hang on" Hermione assures me.
"Send him off, ref! Red card!" a boy shouts and I frown in confusion. This is not soccer. Must be a muggleborn saying that or a half-blood. The boy I learn is called Dean explains what he means to Ron. The match continues on.
"Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone. I'm sure. So a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession" Lee commentates. "Slytherin in possession -- Flint with the Quaffle -- passes Spinnet -- passes Bell -- hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose -- only joking, Professor -- Slytherins score -- A no" he says.
"Slytherin just scored" Hermione tells me and I groan. Suddenly everyone in the crowd gasps.
"What's happening?" I ask the others.
"There's something wrong with Harry's broomstick" Hagrid tells me.
"It's Snape, he's jinxing the broom" I hear Hermione whisper to Ron.
"Jinxing the broom? What do we do!?" Ron asks her.
"Leave it to me" Hermione says and I feel her leave.
"Please hurry Hermione" I say.
"Come on, Hermione" Ron say desperately. "Neville, you can look!" he shouts. "He's going after the snitch" he tells me. I smile and soon hear a thud.
"Looks like he's going to be sick" Hagrid says.
"I've got the Snitch!" Harry shouts. Us gryffindors cheer roaring our approval. Hermione rejoins us and we go see Harry with Hagrid. The other two explain about what they saw.
"Rubbish. Why would Snape do somethin' like that?" Hagrid asks them.
"Who knows" I tell him shrugging.
"Why did he try to get past that three headed dog on Halloween?" Harry asks.
"Who told you about Fluffy?" Hagrid asks us.
"Fluffy?" I say confused.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione asks Hagrid.
"Of course, he's got a name. He's mine, bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..." Hagrid stops talking.
"Yes?" Harry and I say eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore. That's top secret, that is" Hagrid tells us firmly.
"But Snape's trying to steal it" Harry tells him.
"Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort" Hagrid tells us.
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" Hermione asks him. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him" she explains.
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong" Hagrid tells her hotly.
"I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh -- yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel" he tells us.
"So there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?" I ask him smiling.
"I shouldn't of said that, I should not of said that" Hagrid grumbles as I hear him walk away.
"So who is Nicolas Flamel?" Ron asks us.
"No idea" Hermione and I tell him. We decide to go to the library to try figure out who Nicolas Flamel is. If we figure out who he is, we maybe able to find out what Fluffy is guarding.
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Picture above of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and on the external link of Emma's outfit.
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