“Here comes the Slytherin Team of: Nott, Avery,
Jackson, Williams, Abbott, Caldwell and Felton. Again Jackson is going for
muscle, as every one of these guys looks fierce,” I say, as the burly green and
silver team comes out of the locker rooms.
It is the last Quidditch match of
the season and the last one that I will ever be announcer for. I know that I am
pumped to see a great game, while my best friend, James Potter, is about to
crawl out of his skin with nerves. I swear Lily was the only one keeping him
sane this last week.
“And here is the Gryffindor Team:
Potter, Blake, Marks, Peters, Marks, Tormey, AND Dunemore. This is one of the
better teams that Gryffindor has put together in a while. It is looking like it
will be a great game today. Here’s hoping that the Slytherins can keep
Professor McGonagall shoots a warning look at me. I
don’t care though; it is the last time I get to do this. In the stands, I can
see Lily, Peter and Remus. They are sitting together, right in the center section
of Gryffindor; ready to cheer their loudest for James.
“The players mount their brooms, and there is the
whistle from Madam Hooch. THEY ARE OFF! With the players in the air, Madam
Hooch opens the chest, and the balls are out. Felton and Dunemore can get a
quick look at the Snitch before it is off and there are the Bludgers ready for
action. The Quaffle is tossed AND THE GAME BEGINS!”
I can see the fans screaming, but
don’t really hear anything. There would be too much feed back, so each game I
sit in a magical box to cut off all noise.
“Potter takes the Quaffle and is around Avery before
he even knows what has happened. Ducking a Bludger shot by Abbott, Potter
passes the Quaffle to Liam Blake. For a third-year student and first year on
the team, Blake has really been an asset to the team. You will have try better
next time, Abbott, no one can take out Potter and his amazing Chasers.”
“Sirius, do try to stay unbiased,” Professor
McGonagall cuts in.
I almost wish I could be out there
shouting with the rest of the fans, but after four years of being the
announcer, I can’t quit right before my last game. There are times I think that
if they wanted unbiased they should get a Hufflepuff, but that wouldn’t be as
“Blake passes the Quaffle off to
Logan Marks, who heads for a goal. She shoots, and SHE SCORES! Ten points to
Gryffindor and the first goal of the game is made. Caldwell needs to be a
little faster to stop Logan.”
The Slytherin fans look mad, but
the rest of the stadium is going wild. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are always good
about cheering for Gryffindor when it comes to the match against Slytherin.
“Avery has the Quaffle with Nott
and Jackson at his sides like bodyguards.” McGonagall shots me a look.
“He must be afraid of Kellan Peters and her lethal bat.” McGonagall warns me
about my choice of words, but they are all true.
“And a Bludger is sent their way by Dolan Marks. His
cousin, Logan gets the Quaffle that Avery dropped. Falling into a Hawkshead,
the Gryffindor Chasers head towards Caldwell. Passing the Quaffle back and
forth, there is almost no blocking the Chasers.
“It looks like Abbott and Williams are trying to
separate the Chasers. Oh, and that is too bad boys, you need to do better to
beat Gryffindor at Quidditch. The Chasers are unharmed and continue to fly
towards the goals. Blake is going for the goal, and what is this? He drops the
Quaffle with complete accuracy to Potter who puts it though the hoop without
Caldwell even knowing what is going on. GRYFFINDOR SCORES! Caldwell needs to
wake up and smell the broom wax to keep up with our Chasers.”
I see the fans go wild, while Kellan and Dolan stick
close to the Chasers to keep them from being injured. Avis Dunemore is out of
everyone’s way while she looks for the Snitch and Brina Tormey never stops her
figure eight around the Gryffindor goal posts.
After a few more goals, the game
grows even more intense. The Slytherins were growing even more forceful and
resorting to every tactic that they knew. This included fouls of all kinds.
Both Nott and Avery had stooged and Williams had bumphed the Bludger. Caldwell
had flacked on James and Felton had blagged Dunemore.
“And another penalty shot given to Gryffindor. This
time Abbott is called for cobbing. Potter takes the shot and scores with ease.
That puts the score ninety to ten. Slytherins take possession of the Quaffle
and head down the pitch. They are heading straight for Tormey, and what was
that? There goes Felton in a nearly perfect dive; Dunemore’s Silver Arrow
shortens the distance between them quickly. It looks like they are going to
crash, and BLOODY BRILLIANT! Sorry Professor.”
“SIRIUS BLACK, WATCH YOUR
LANGUAGE!” Professor McGonagall shouts at me while trying to take away the
“Dunemore pulls in front and cuts
off Felton. She called his feint. THAT’S OUR GIRL!”
The Gryffindor section goes wild,
as Avis climbs higher and Felton works to gain control of his broom and get
back to his spot.
“Tormey stops another goal by the
Slytherins. Passing the Quaffle off to Blake, the Gryffindor Chasers fall into
formation. Tormey goes for a shot, and WOAH! Marks now has the Quaffle and
makes a great score. Great teamwork. OI! There goes Dunemore in an awesome
dive, I think she has seen the Snitch.”
As I say this, the game pauses
while everyone watches Dunemore. Felton had been looking the other way, and is
way behind on the chase. Sensing another player coming after it, the Snitch
changes direction. This throws off Felton, who was still adjusting to the first
“Dunemore closes in on the Snitch,
and YES! She got the little bugger. GRYFFINDOR WINS! TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY! To
ten. What an amazing game folks.”
Madam Hooch blows her whistle,
signaling the end of the game. The Slytherins land and start trudging towards
the locker room. They shoot dirty looks at the Gryffindor team as they slump
away. In contrast, the Gryffindors are huddled in one big hug, before flying
over to get the cup from Dumbledore.
I can see the grin on James’ face,
after shaking hands with Dumbledore. They head for the ground where the whole
Gryffindor house is waiting.
Returning the magical microphone to
Professor McGonagall, I smile. “You will have to get a new announcer next year,
“I know, and it will take a little bit of time to
get used to the new announcer, like it always does,” She replies, taking the
microphone from me.
I head down the stairs to join my
house in our celebration. By now they have moved off the pitch and are heading
up the lawn to Hogwarts. Standing near the back, I see Remus waiting for me.
As we make our way through the
castle, I realize, ‘this is the last Hogwarts Quidditch celebration we get.’
With a detour, we head to the kitchens for extra food; this party is going to
go on till the sun comes up.
AN. I don’t own James, Sirius,
Lily, Remus, Peter, Quidditch, Gryffindor, Hogwarts or anything else that is
familiar. I created most of the team members, since we don’t really know much
about the teams. James is a Chaser, in accordance with an interview with J. K.
Rowlings. Thanks to Silver Phoenix for beta reading and potions gurl for