The Potter Twins (3rd Year)

LAST QUIDDITCH GAME

Harry pov
"She has gone mental! She wasn't always mental.but now-"Ron says as we walked out of Trelawneys class.

"Hold on."

I grab the crystal ball, "we should take this back."

"I don't want to go back." Ron says.

"Fine then, see you later." Me and Amelia walk in her class. I set the ball down, it starts whispering our names. Then the professor pops up out of no where saying, "He will return tonight, he who betrayed his friends."

Then starts speaking faster. I couldn't really understand. Now she choking and gasping for air.

"professor?"
"are you okay?"

"Oh, Harry, Amelia. So sorry did you say something?"

"No,nothing." Amelia says. We both walk out quickly.

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Amelia Pov:
After all our classes, we found Ron and Hermione walking next to the fountain, arguing.

"I can't believe this!" Hermione yelled angrily,
"Oh, Amelia, Harry!" She starts walking again and we see Malfoy and his two pathetic friends laughing

"and the day just got worse.."

Hermione starts walking up to them.We run after her.

"Look who's here." Malfoy laughs. "Come to see the show?"

"You! you foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!"
She puts her wand to his neck.

"Hermione no! Hes not worth it!" She takes her wand down and they start laughing. She walks turns around and walks a little then turns back around and punches him. Crabbe and Goyle ran away with him following.

"That felt good."

"Not good, brilliant." Harry says.
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Amelia Pov:
The sound of Madam Hooches whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.

I glanced around, saw Malfoy on Harrys tail, and sped off in search of the Snitch.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no — Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field — WHAM! — nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by — Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina — nice swerve around Montague — duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! — SHE SCORES! TEN–ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight — "OUCH!" Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.

"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!" A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"Come off it, miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty. "

"Come on, Alicia!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY–ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!" Harry turned the Firebolt sharply to watch Flint, still bleeding freely, fly forward to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goalposts, his jaw clenched.