Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [94]
Harry had to find the Snitch, and quickly. The Quaffle was speeding up, about to collide with Harry again.
“Having a bit of ball trouble there Potter?” came Malfoy’s voice. He was right next to Harry.
“I don’t have time for you Malfoy,” said Harry, quickly swerving to the side, getting away from him.
“Well, we have a rather dull game of Quidditch going on here,” came Lee Jordan’s voice. “Since no one is able to get the Quaffle, all eyes are on the Seekers, and- watch out Harry!”
The Quaffle shot forward and hit Harry on the side. He felt as though he was hit by a car. He could feel his ribs breaking, and blood spilling out inside him. It was far too painful to even yell. He clutched his side, trying to keep it intact, when the Quaffle came back for another hit.
Harry managed to avoid this one, but the pain from the previous one was still excruciating. Harry did, however, manage to yell, “Time out!”
Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and the two teams came to the ground. Harry wobbled over to his team, wincing with every step.
“Harry!” yelled Katie. “Are you okay?”
“No, not really,” said Harry.
“You should go to Madam Pomfrey, Harry,” said George. “We should forfeit the match.”
“No way!” said Harry. “I’m not losing my first match against Slytherin as team captain just because of a little internal bleeding. All I need is a temporary fix.” Harry took his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at his side.
“Osteo Repairo,” he said through gritted teeth. He could feel his bones rearranging themselves inside him, and the pain subsided.
“That should keep the bones okay, Harry,” said Alicia, “but you’ll need some help for the internal bleeding.”
“After the match,” said Harry quickly, he didn’t want to show any sign of weakness. He mounted his broom, and flew back up. The rest of his team and the Slytherins did the same.
“After a short time-out, the teams are back in the air,” said Lee. “Madam Hooch has replaced all the balls as well, that last Quaffle was a little insane.”
Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief at this announcement, the crazy Quaffle would no longer be in the arena. The game could hopefully continue as normal.
“And the Quaffle is in the air with… Slytherin in possession,” groaned Lee as the Slytherin crowd cheered. All Harry could do now was look out for the Snitch.
“The Slytherin team is nearing the Gryffindor goal posts, hurry up Angelina, steal the ball! Oh no! It’s too late! Ten to nothing, Slytherin.” The Slytherin stands cheered while Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff groaned.
Just then, by the Slytherin goal posts, Harry saw the familiar shimmer of gold, the Snitch. But, he was distracted by Lee’s announcement:
“What’s going on? The Quaffle is going in and out of the Gryffindor goal posts! Twenty to nothing, thirty… what’s going on?”
Harry looked over at the opposition of the field. The Quaffle was going in and out of the same Gryffindor goal, scoring Slytherin ten points each time.
“Forty to nothing, fifty!” came Lee Jordan’s voice again. Harry had to catch the Snitch quickly, before Slytherin got too many points. He turned back to the Slytherin goal posts, and saw that the Snitch was still there, hovering in the same spot, as if watching the match.
“Sixty to nothing!”
Harry shot towards the Snitch, it was pretty far away, would he get there in time?
“Seventy to nothing!”
Harry was getting closer…
“Eighty to nothing!”
The Slytherin Keeper had just noticed Harry coming in.
“Ninety to nothing!”
The Keeper flew towards Harry, trying to block him.
“One hundred to nothing!”
Harry made a quick direction change to avoid the Keeper.
“One hundred ten to nothing!”
He shot past the Keeper, and could almost reach the Snitch.
“One hundred twenty to nothing! Do something Gryffindor!”
Just as Harry was about to grab the Snitch, it moved slightly to the side.
“One hundred thirty to nothing!”
Harry turned to the right,