Angelina's P.O.V
"Do you think she's going to be alright?" A stated a dreamy voice.
"Yeah, hopefully. That was quite the fall she had taken."
"She better be in good health, we still do need her for more Quidditch matches-"
"WOOD!" A number of familiar voices chorused, taken aback.
Everything seemed so blurry... it was honestly giving me a headache trying to figure out who is who, all I could see was a clad of red, with a dot of blue standing out.
I tried blinking rapidly to get rid my blurry vision, coming into view was the Gryffindor team, Longbottom, Granger, Weasley and Lovegood. I took a good look around to recognise the room, and soon recognised it to be the school's infirmary.
"W-what happened?" I asked as the rooms occupants turned towards me in panic and worry etched upon their faces. Before anyone could answer, Madam Pomfrey came bustling in the room with numerous potions with a frantic expression on her face, as she shooed out the team and the remaining four.
I gulped as she turned on me with her wand out and at least three to four potions in her hands as she slowly approached me. Her smile looked stained and promised death if I did one thing out of line, and to make things worse, there was a bit of ketchup that look liked stained blood.
I think I'm going to get nightmares.
Nobody's P.O.V
Madam Pomfrey insisted to keep Angelina in there for at least a week, and the Gryffindor team had visited her over a few times. Her broom as still intact due to Professor Flitwick's quick reflex of slowing it down with a 'Aressto Momentum', a charm that could slow down time on a particular object that is inanimate.
The Hogsmeade weekend was coming close and Ron, Hermione and Harry were chilling near the fire place as it was starting to move onto chilling season of Winter, with heavy bundles of snow that reached up to your knees resulting in wet socks. Neville was off to, well god knows where, most probably in the Greenhouse, which he still had an natural infinity for.
Fred and George had passed Harry and gave him a wink, both parties thinking about the same thing with all the conversations coming up about Hogsmeade.
The Marauders Map.
Although it would be useless for sneaking into Hogsmeade, there was still a reason why the twins had let Harry keep the map.
[flashback to chapter 11 ]
"It's pretty obvious by now that you are not going to tell us, dear Harrikins-" said Fred.
"So instead, how about we make a deal, huh?" Smirked George.
"How about-"
"We start-"
They both grew identical shit-eating grins and whisper-yelled, "PRANK WARS?!"
Now who was Salazar to let such a nonplus offer go to waste? Especially if it meant that he could go all out and create the most chaos the wizarding world has ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
"I'm in," said Harry, giving one of his personalised baby-eating smile that meant nothing good.
This moment will be recorded down to fucking generations!
I'm so sorry for not posting in like a eternity, but I'll try to post more and think of more things to write about! Thanks for all the love and support Potterheads!
-Marauders05
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The Return
Fanfiction"OBLIVIATE!" Lockheart bellowed, pointing the taped up wand at the one Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. A flash of memories sped through Harry's eye's. His memories of his past life, his life as Salazar Slytherin. What if in Harry's past life, he was S...
