"Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley is our King."
You saw from the corner of your eye Harry abandoning his search for the Snitch, his face red from anger, he wheeled around to watch Ron, a lone figure at the far end of the pitch, hovering before the three goal hoops while the
massive Warrington pelted towards him.
"What is this idiot doing?" You said to Ginny, pointing at Harry.
"He's probably trying to calm Ron down—"
"COME ON RONYOU CAN DO THIS!" Shouted Hermione, only for her shouts to be drowned by Lee.
"— and it’s Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he’s out of Bludger range
with just the Keeper ahead -"
A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below:
"Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring…"
"- so it’s the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team - come on, Ron!" But the scream of delight came from the Slytherins’: Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them straight through Ron’s central hoop.
"Slytherin score!" came Lee’s voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below, "so that’s ten-nil to Slytherin - bad luck, Ron."
The Slytherins sang even louder:
"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN…"
"- and Gryffindor back in possession and it’s Katie Bell tanking up the pitch -" cried Lee valiantly, though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it.
"WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN WEASLEY IS OUR KING…"
"Harry, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" screamed Angelina, soaring past him to keep up with Katie. "GET GOING!"
You realized he had been stationary in midair for over a minute, watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought for the whereabouts of the Snitch; horrified, he went into a dive and started circling the pitch again, staring around, trying to ignore the chorus now thundering through the stadium:
"WEASLEY IS OUR KING, WEASLEY IS OUR KING…"
There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere you looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium just as Harry was. They passed one another midway around the pitch, going in opposite directions, and heard Malfoy singing loudly:
"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN…"
"—and it’s Warrington again," bellowed Lee, "who passes to Pucey, Pucey’s off past Spinnet, come on now, Angelina, you can take him - turns out you can’t - but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh, who cares, one of them, anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell — er - drops it, too - so that’s Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle and he’s off up the pitch, come on now, Gryffindor, block
him!"
In the meantime, Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal hoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Ron’s end. As he sped past the Slytherin Keeper, you heard Bletchley singing along with the crowd below:
"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING…"
"- and Pucey’s dodged Alicia again and he’s heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"
You did not have to look to see what had happened: there was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins. Looking to your left, you saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring:
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One Of A Kind ||A Fred Weasley Fanfiction||
Fanfiction(Y/n) Black, the daughter of Sirius Black, was nurtured by the Weasley family, forming strong bonds with all of its members. However, her affection ran particularly deep for Fred Weasley, the older twin. As time went on and their lives became intert...
28. Gryffindor VS Slytherin
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