Lillian Evans: Harry Potter's Sister(Sort Of)

The Quidditch Cup

The day of the match finally arrived. Three-quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion on them or brandishing banners with slogans such as, "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP!" Behind the Slytherin goalposts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green (which ironically is a colour that he hates) like everyone else and a very grim smile.
"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as the commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best side Hogwarts has seen in a good few years-"
Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of boos' from the Slytherin end.
"And here comes the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint," Lee continued. "He's made some changes in the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill-"
More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Lee did have a point. Draco was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team; the rest of them were enormous.
"Captains, shake hands!" Madam Hooch, the referee of the game, said.
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.
"Mount your brooms!" Madam Hooch said. "Three... two... one..."
The sound of the whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.
"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 pitch- WHAM!- nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by Johnson, Angelina- nice swerve around Montague- duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!- SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
The roar from the Gryffindors around me was deafening.
I looked up and saw Flint fly straight into Angelina. She was nearly knocked off. The next moment, Fred Weasley had chucked his Beaters' 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 to Gryffindor for an- unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"
Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.
"Come on, Alicia!" Lee yelled into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Flint flew forward to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goal posts, his jaw clenched.
"Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd, as Flint waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Suburb! Very difficult to pass, very difficult indeed- YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"
"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession-no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the pitch- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Lee continued.
Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle, had grabbed her head. Katie cartwheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom but dropped the Quaffle.
Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper.
"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-" Lee yelled.
"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-" Professor McGonagall cut in.
"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!" Lee defended.
I watched as the two Slytherin beaters tried to box Harry in using themselves and the Bludgers. At the last second, Harry flew upwards and they collided with a sickening crunch.
"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan, as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle- Flint alongside her- poke him in the eye, Angelina!- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke- oh, no, Flint in possession, Flint flying towards the Gryffindor goal posts, come on, now, Wood, save-!"
But Flint had scored, there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical microphone away from him.
"Sorry, Professor, sorry!" Lee apologized. "Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession-"
It was turning ugly fast. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a bludger. George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor. Katie scored. Fifty-ten. Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.
Madam Hooch was beside herself.
"You do not attack the Keeper unless the Quaffle is within the scoring area!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"
And Angelina scored. Sixty-ten. Moments later, Fred pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal: seventy-ten.
The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming themselves hoarse- Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs. Suddenly Harry put on a huge burst of speed, stretching out his hand when Draco reached out and grabbed hold of Harry's broomstick.
"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch screeched, shouting up to where Draco was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One.
"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B-" Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her fist in Draco's direction; her hat had fallen off, and she, too, was shouting furiously.
Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Draco's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.
"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal- Montague scores-" Lee groaned. "Seventy-twenty to Gryffindor..."
Harry was now marking Draco so closely that their knees kept hitting each other.
"Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for the Gryffindor, come on, Angelina; COME ON!" Lee shouted.
Unfortunately, every single Slytherin player apart from Draco was streaking up the pitch towards Angelina- they were all going to block her. Harry wheeled his Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle and kicked it forwards. Like a bullet, he shot towards the Slytherins.
"AAAAAAARRRGH!"
They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed towards them; Angelina's way was clear.
"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor lead by eighty points to twenty!" Lee yelled gleefully.
Draco was diving, a look of triumph on his face- he had probably seen the Snitch. Harry noticed and urged his Firebolt downwards.
Harry was level with Draco. Harry knocked Draco's arm out of the way and-"YES!" Harry shouted.
Harry pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded.