People believe that history always finds a way to repeat itself
Perhaps, not entirely
But it still does.
Where the past watches their future
OR
Where the past is attacked by the train of deja-vu's
* I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. *
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The screen shifts to show Harry and the rest of the team changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes.
" We get to see you playyyyyy" Squealed an excited James, earning chuckles from people around him.
Harry beamed at his father as he recieved an awkward side hug.
This was the first time he had been hugged by them and was relishing each moment he could spend with them.
Wood cleared his throat for silence. "Okay, men," he said.
"And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson,
"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."
"The big one," said Fred Weasley.
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
"We Know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." He glared at them all as if to say, "or else."
"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."
Harry Followed Fred and George out of the locker room, walked onto the Field to loud cheers.
Madam Hooch stood in the middle of the Field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice Fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her.
Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him.
"Mount your brooms, please."
Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.
Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.
Sixteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air.
"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."
Many chuckled at the boy while McGonacall just sighed in defeat.
And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Katie Bell -- 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 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!"
