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Chapter 12 (v.1)

Submitted: December 05, 2010

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Chapter 12

A Quidditch Game

It was a Saturday morning. The birds were singing and the sky was cloudless. Perfect weather for a game of Quidditch.
James woke early. At that moment he relised he was more nervous than he thought. How could he be so stupid the night before?
"I'm not nervous." He said. "What is there to be nervous about?"
But he was wrong. It was his first game and he had to show he was a good choice to make. The team and Gryffindor house depended on him. They wanted to win.
"Don't worry James." River said last night. "You'll show everyone how great you are."
James got up. Sleeping didn't feel like the right thing to do so he got dressed and went downstairs with his broomstick. It was too early for breakfast so he sat next at the window and looked over to the distant Quidditch field.
"You can do it." He told himself.
He thought back to The Trophy Room.
"Your parents were good. It's in your blood." He said.
Suddenly the commen room seemed to be the wrong place to be aswell. He grabbed his broomstick and walked out.
The corridors were silent and James wondered what time it was. He didn't have a watch because he broke it last Summer. From outisde it looked around seven o'clock.
Finally he got to The Trophy Room. It seemed colder than the rest of the castle. He shivered as he opened the door. It was dark. He walked in and looked at the Quidditch Trophies. He had known his mother had played for a team. Which one he did not know and how good she was, he didn't have a clue. It all started to seem weird that they had never told him about their school life achievments.
James wondered how many achievments they had done.
His nerves seemed to go down and anger took it's place. He threw the broom on the floor and heard a crack.
"Uh..."
They last thing James needed was for River to shout at him for breaking the fastest broom of their time. James fell to the ground but there didn't seem to be any damage. That was weird.
"James? Are you alright?"
He looked up and saw Lily standing at the door. That book
"What are you doing here?" He asked her.
She shuffled her feet and rubbed her nose.
"Oh, I was just...um...on a walk. I thought I would come and see the trophies you were on about."
She's lying James thought to himself.
"Come on. Let's get some brekafast." He picked up the broom and followed Lily out of the room and down to the Great Hall. How long had he been there?
"James, are you feeling well?" River asked. "You look at bit white."
The nerves had come back. Th food on the table looked sickening.
"I'll be alright."
James wasn't exactly alright. He didn't notice when people came and sat down next to him. He didn't notice the point where he left with the team to the Quidditch Pitch and he didn't notice getting into his Quidditch robes until River said it was on backwards.
"You don't want to look like that on the first game." River said, sitting next to him.
"Yeah. 'And here today is James Poter the new Gryffindor Keeper who looks like a pratt!' Perfect!" River sighed.
"James, you have to remember it's not just you who's new to this.Tom and Jessica have as much experience as you do."
James looked at the rest of the team. Tom was talking to Kenny, a Beater from his year, and Jessica was with the other Beater and Chaser, Henry and Dana.
"Don't worry, you'll do great."
They all stood up and took out their brooms, getting ready at the door. The noise outside was unbelievable and suddenly the studant list of Hogwarts this year seemed alot bigger.
The doors opened and brilliant surronded them. The noise was suddenly louder and james was surrprised that could even happen.
The walked onto the pitch and River went to meet the Slytherin Caption, Toby White.
"Now, I don't want any violence. Just a nice, friendly game. No cheating or anything." Said Madam Spinnet, the Quidditch instructor. "Get ready!"
James clammbered onto his broom.
"Three."
He looked round and saw the goals he would be up at. So far away. He had to get there quickly.
"Two."
He looked back and saw the Slytherin Chasers smiling at him. Don't let them get to you, James.
"One."
James bent his legs.
"Go!"
Everyone zoomed up, a mass of colours. Red, Green, Gold, Silver. James turned and headed towards the goal. He got there surprisingly quickly.
"And we have new faces in the Gryffindor Quidditch team..." Called the commentater, Eric Salmon from Hufflepuff. "...and look at James Potter. He's the new Keeper and has a Firebolt 3000! Well I wouldn't be surprised with his family history."
James looked towards the stands and didn't relise one of the Chasers zooming towards him. The Slytherins cheers was what brought him back to reality.
"Well, James isn't off to a great start." Called Eric.
James became more focused. He watched the Quaffle get flung between Chasers. Bludgers getting hit by the Beaters. A hint of gold flew past him at one point.
Jessica had the Quaffle.
"Come on Jessica. Show them you are better than me." James whispered to himself. She passed the last Chaser in her way and flew at the Keeper-
"Gryffindor score!"
There was a triumphint roar from the red crowd. Boo's from the green. James punched the air. The Quaffle jumped throught the air. James' eyes glued to it. Something moved on the ground and James looked. A figure of something was moving around outside the pitch. James frowned.
"Focus!" He mumbled and looked up in time to dodge a Bludger.
By the time he gained control he was a bit far from the goals. A Slyhterin Chaser had the Quaffle and there was no one to stop it going in.
James sped up and flew straight towards the goals. Pushing forward for more speed.
Everything seemed to slow down. Suddenly nothing was happening apart from the Quaffle and James moving. Faster and faster. The Quaffle closer and closer...
James held out his hand and smashed the Quaffle away. He was out of breath for some reason and looked over at everyone.
"That's not possible." Eric's voice boomed over the pitch. "That was an impossible save."
James smiled.
For the rest of the day everyone saw the most amazing saves. At the end of the game it was 270 to Gryffinsor and 90 to Slytherin.
"You showed them!" River said in the commen room that night, celebrating like the rest of Gryffindor house. Tom had an arm around James and was laughing at nothing. James was smiling uncontrolaby.
"Tom, that catch was amazing!" James said. "Don't give me all the credit for the amazing tricks."
James moved away and found Lily in a corner of the room.
"Hey Lily." James said, sitting next to her.
"I don't feel like talking." She said, standing up. "I think I'll...just go...to-"
She didn't manage to finish her sentence. Lily fell to the floor.
"Lily!" James shouted. He fell to his knees and felt her temprature. It was hotter than he had ever thought a humans temprature could go. He pulled his hand away quickly.
"James?" Rose asked. James looked and saw everyone watching them.
"Rose, go get someone!" She didn't move. "Please!" She was going to move but then Lily started to scream, which fixed her in place.
"Not Harry, please no don't kill him, take me, kill me instead -"
No one moved.
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Please -I'll do anything..."
"Rose! Go get someone!" James shouted again. This time she ran out of the room as quickly as she could.
"It's going to be fine,Lily." James whispered as his younger sister thrashed around on the floor, screamed her heart out. "It will be fine."
But how could a fourteen year old boy know that?


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