Quidditch
Scene: Inside a Quidditch tower. The Gryffindor team is marching towards the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed double door.
OIiver: Scared, Harry?
Harry: A little bit.
“Nerves sometimes increase performance though I’ve always found them to be an annoyance,” Calla muttered aloud
Oliver: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Harry: What happened?
Oliver: Er, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head 2 minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.
“How encouraging,” Briar rolled her eyes fondly.
“I’m so excited to watch your first game!” James bounced up and down along with Sirius. The two are practically fanboying.
Harry gulps and looks straight ahead as the doors open. They mount their brooms and zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. The commentator, LEE JORDAN, is talking from a tower.
Lee: Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!
{Cheering. Close-up of Gryffindor students. They are cheering. Neville: Gryffindor!}
The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst. He looks down.
Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game.
Hooch: Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you. {looks at Slytherin. She kicks the trunk, and the bludgers zoom out.}
“Ha,” a prejudiced Gryffindor exclaimed, getting sharp glares from the Slytherin table and Calla.
Lee: The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.
The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Hooch grabs the Quaffle.
Lee: The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!
Gryffindor takes possession of the ball and a chaser, ANGELINA JOHNSON, zooms past Slytherins towards their goal, and throws the ball, and scores! There is a ding.
Lee: Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor! {He presses a button and a 10 shows up beside a plaque with Gryffindors name.}
Harry, in the air, claps.
Harry: Yes! {a bludger zooms by him.} Whoa!
In the stands, Gryffindor and CALLA cheer.
Hagrid: Well done!
Lee: Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.
Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver appears and whacks the ball away with his broom. He smirks at Flint, who glares. Johnson and KATIE BELL pass the Quaffle back and forth as they strategize to score. Johnson takes it, throws, and once again scores!
Ron and Seamus: Yay!
Harry: Yes!
Lee: Another 10 points to Gryffindor! {ding.}
James and Sirius have so far let out a loud whoop at every goal getting either fond looks or annoyed ones.
Gryffindors: Yay!
The Slytherins decide to get messy. They dodge, kick, and try to score. Once again, Oliver blocks.
Flint: Give me that! {he grabs a beaters bat from one and whacks a bludger right at Oliver. It hits Oliver in the stomach and he falls to the ground.}
Crowd: {Booing}
James and Sirius joined in.
Harry is visibly upset.
Slytherin laughs.
The Slytherin members head off. One jumps over George (or Fred) and scores. Harry is upset again. Slytherin cheers.
Flint: {to other members} Take that side!
They box Johnson in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She falls down in and is out. The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again. Suddenly, Harry sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then his broom starts bucking and turning.
Harry: Whoa! Whooa!
Hagrid: What's going on with Harry's broomstick?
Briar: it looks a little like a jinx
Hermione looks through binoculars at Harry, then at Snape, who is muttering something.
Hermione: It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!
“Severus,” Lily cut off any remark James and Sirius were about to make.
“It wasn’t me,” Snape raised his hands in defense.
“Sure,” Sirius snorted
“Innocent until proven guilty,” Briar and Calla say simultaneously as if this is something they heard before. (they were quoting a particularly long rant from Bruce).
Calla: If Harry dies his killer goes to
“You can’t just keep threatening to kill people,” Lily sighed at her daughter who pointedly ignored her.
Ron: Jinxing the broom? What do we do?
Hermione: Leave it to me. {She hands Ron her binoculars and leaves.}
Briar: go get him Hermione
Harry is knocked around, then falls, dangling by one arm from the broom.
Ron: Come on, Hermione!
Hermione is hurrying up a tower. She appears underneath Snape and touches his cloak with her wand.
Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamarae.
A spark ignites and Snape's cloak catches fire. Hermione leaves.
“You,” Snape's glare sent shivers down Hermione's spine but she held her head up high anyway.
Man: Fire! You're on fire!
Snape: What? Oh! {knocks the man back, who falls into Quirrell, who then also falls. Snape bats out the fire and acts as though nothing happened. The broom stops bucking, and Harry climbs back on. The Slytherin seeker is after the Snitch. Harry takes off.}
Ron: Go!
Hagrid: Go go go!
Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and lurches.
The younger students who don’t know what happened wrinkled their noses in disgust.
The crowd gasps. Hermione appears beside a tower to see.
Hagrid: Looks like he's gonna be sick!
Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands.
Lee: He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!
Hooch: {Blows whistle} Gryffindor wins!
All: YAY!
Draco: No!
Hagrid: Yes!
Hermione: Whoo-hoo!
McGonagall: {Giggles happily}
Harry raises the Snitch into the air and the crowd, and his team, cheers.
Crowd: Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!
Scene:
Harry, Hermione, Calla and Ron are walking along a path with Hagrid, talking.
Hagrid: Nonsense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?
Harry: Who knows. Why was he trying to get past that 3 headed dog on Halloween?
Hagrid: Who told you 'bout Fluffy?
“I’m sorry Fluffy?” Marlene blinked like she just received whiplash.
“Yeah he's the sweetest little puppers,” Calla gushed in a very un-Calla way.
Ron: Fluffy?
Hermione: That thing has a name?
Calla: that's such a sweet name
Hagrid: Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the
Harry: Yes?
“Why’d you inta rupt he was ‘bout ta tell ya,” Briar huffed her accent seeping through. Harry just shrugged, having no answer.
Hagrid: Shouldn'ta said that. Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is.
Harry: But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it!
Hagrid: Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.
Hermione: Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a curse when I see one. I've read all about them. You have to keep eye contact. And Snape wasn't blinking.
Harry: Exactly.
Hagrid: {sighs} Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddlin' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.
Harry: Nicholas Flamel?
“Hagrid,” McGonnogall scolded. Hagrid just blushed a little.
Hagrid: I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. I should not have said that. {Exit.}
Harry: Nicholas Flamel...Who's Nicholas Flamel?
Hermione: I don't know.
Calla furrowed her eyebrows not knowing either.
“Then were truly doomed,” Ron sighed
“Between the two of them I think Hermione and Calla know everything,” Harry explained to the people looking confused at Ron.