The Weasley of Slytherin: The Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 14: The First Match

"You've got to eat some breakfast." Ron urged Harry.

"I don't want anything." Harry replied looking awfully pale.

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

"An egg?" I asked, Harry just shook his head.

"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."

"Yeah that's really reassuring Seamus." I told him with a slight glare.

"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry,

By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

Ron Hermione and I joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. We had painted a banner for Harry, that read Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath.

Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colors. It was a bit strange for me to be there in a crowd of Gryffindors, my emerald green tie standing out.

We sat making small talk for a while before Ron nudged me, pointing to a squad of people clad in red uniforms that were walking out of the changing room.

They were met with loud cheers from the crowd around us. As they were walking out the Slytherin team, glad fully in green, walked out from the other side, the two team meeting in the middle.

They stood in front of Madam Hooch, who was refereeing this match, broom in her hand.

The two teams then mounted their brooms, and I could see Harry clamber onto his Nimbus Two Thousand, and Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

In an instant fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —"

"JORDAN!" "Sorry, Professor."

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"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!"

I joined in on the Gryffindor cheers filled that cold air, countered by howls and moans from the Slytherins.

"Budge up there, move along."