Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Girls Can Play Quidditch ❯ Prologue, and Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any characters therein. They belong to Warner Brother's as well as JK Rowling.

 

-A/N-

Let me start off by saying, this is an Alternate Universe. Some situations from the books have occurred (such as the killing of the Potters, blah blah blah all that mess still happened) and some others may or may not find their way here. With that out of the way here is a bit o' personal background info on our original character, and heroine.

 

Sarra (pronounced like Sarah) Evans isn't Lily's sister, she is in fact her daughter. When Voldemort was growing in power (long ago) Lily sent Sarra as well as her muggle parents (hence the surname Evans) to live in France…in order to protect them. Sarra went to school at Beauxbatons until Harry's first year, when she convinced her grandparents to let her transfer to Hogwarts, saying that Harry needed looking after. Upon arrival at Hogwarts, Sarra received news that her grandparents had died in a metro derailment. Everyone who knew exactly who she was was certain that she would be placed in Gryffindor. Well, not only was she NOT placed in Gryffindor, she was placed in Slytherin. How? No one really knows, maybe she was so upset by her grandparents and would do anything within her power to have them back that the Sorting Hat was convinced of her powerful emotions and brute cunning, and therefore saw it fitting that Sarra should be placed where she had. And it is quite possible she should have been a Gryffindor, but before she had time to utter word otherwise the Hat had spoken.

 

 

 

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Sarra Evans wasn't one for jokes. She certainly didn't like it if they were played on her, and if they involved paint falling all down her front. Closing the door to the mop closet, she quickly walked back down the hall from whence she had come, dripping canary yellow paint along the way. Rounding the corner she met face to face the boy who had given her the directions to the closet in the first place.

 

“How was the meeting Evans? Make the Hufflepuff team did you?” Marcus Flint, was without a doubt the biggest git Sarra had ever had the displeasure to know, and unluckily for her he had just succeeded in making her feel like a fool. Taking out her wand she pointed it at herself muttering, “Scourgify”

 

“No, Flint. They told me that you did, and to congratulate you they wanted me to give you this, Fulvus taxus!” A yellow badger erupted from her wand, and given its confusion at being removed from whatever habitat it had previously been a part of, the badger turned quite angry and thus began attacking Flint's face and neck. The rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team, who had assembled behind Flint, quickly dispersed, though a few stayed to help rid their captain of the pesky creature.

 

Turning on her heel, Sarra's face connected with the chest of her head of house. “Miss Evans,” drawled out Professor Snape. “It seems to me that you are attempting to sabotage your own house team. Am I correct?”

 

“If by sabotage you mean, exact my revenge then…yes, you are correct.”

 

“Revenge, Miss Evans?” Snape cocked and eyebrow, disbelievingly.

 

“Professor Snape, I do not appreciate being lied to and covered in paint, merely because I have expressed an interest in my House's Quidditch team.” Sarra pointed at the boy who was now out of breath, tightly holding a badger no bigger than a small guinea pig in his hands. “They tricked me!”

 

Snape chortled, “Now, Miss Evans, you and I both know that Mr. Flint and the rest of the team are incapable of such profound ideas. But you on the other hand are quite capable of producing a very large and very angry badger and setting it loose onto a student. For that I must deduct 15 points from Slytherin and give you detention.”

 

“WHAT?!” Sarra was appalled! “Detention? Professor, I was mentally and emotionally bullied by these, these…imbeciles! Certainly you aren't going to punish me?! Look! There is yellow paint on the floor! Right there!”

 

“Miss Evans, your attack on Mr. Flint was all that I witnessed. Therefore the only act that I can punish, you are to report to my classroom at 8:30 this evening, understood?” Snape didn't even wait for the girl to respond, he turned around twirling his cloak expertly and left towards the dungeons. Noticing Flint's smug look, Sarra rounded on him. “Don't think this is over yet Flint. I will be on the Quidditch team whether you like it or not.” Flint let out a guffaw that made him sound even more ridiculous than his normal voice, “You'll never be on the team Evans, you are a girl. Every knows girls can't play good Quidditch, that's why there are no girls in the pro's!”

 

“What about the French team then, huh?” Sarra crossed her arms, knew she had won now. The French team was phenomenal, not to mention entirely female. Flint just smiled, “Like I said, girls can't play Quidditch.” He turned and left, with the badger tucked into his breast pocket, towards the Great Hall, leaving her in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, deflated but not defeated. `I will be on that team. Even if I have to disguise myself…I'll be on that team.'

 

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`8:15'

 

“Bugger.” Looking at her watch, Sarra couldn't help it. She really needed to finish this paper on `Mundane Plants, and their Magical Uses,' and she definitely did not want to go to…detention. The word made her bristle. “Damn it all!”

 

“What's wrong?” Sarra had met Amanda Pruitt (a Ravenclaw) during Herbology when they had been partnered up to re-pot mandrakes, they were immediately best friends.

 

“I have detention in fifteen minutes with Snape. I neglected to tell you, sorry.” Sarra stretched and picked up her books and parchment.

 

“You will be having a chat with me at breakfast about it alright? Don't worry about this paper, I'll finish, and you can look at my notes, ok?” Amanda stood to hug her friend, before she watched her trudge out of the library and towards the dungeons.

 

`Stupid Flint, and his stupid team. Stupid Snape! Stupid detention! Argh! Stupid life!!!' Sarra glared at the black door that signified her doom for the next hour. She raised her hand to knock but found that the door was opening due to the Boy-Who-Lived and his redheaded friend exiting, followed by Snape calling after them, “So, keep your sass at the door Potter!” Seeing Sarra at the door he stepped aside allowing her entrance. “So what did they do?” She set her book bag down taking a seat at one of the black topped tables. Snape walked to his desk straightening papers, “They, Miss Evans decided to backtalk me during class, so I had them clean all the tables. Topsides, and undersides…no magic.”

 

“That's not such a big deal. If that's all detention is then I won't have any problem!” Sarra rolled up her sleeves and made to get towels out of the closet, when Snape stopped her. “Who said you were going to be cleaning? Get your belongings and follow me.” The two of then left the dungeons, left the school, and out to the Pitch. “Do you have a broom?” He asked.

 

“What? No, why? What kind of detention is this?”

 

“Go get one from the locker room.” Sarra was beyond confused. She thought she was going to have detention, not `Fly-about-the-Pitch' time, so she repeated her question, “What kind of detention is this?”

 

“You said you wanted to be on the Quidditch team right? Well, I have to see what you can do before I invest my time in helping you. Now, got get a broom.” Snape walked out onto the Pitch where the ball chest, some extra Quaffles as well as an extra broom were placed. When Sarra returned with a broom of her own in hand he asked her, “What position?” When he didn't receive an answer he looked up at the young girl with a flaming red face and a quite embarrassed expression on it. “Christ, Evans! What position do you play?!”

 

“Wh-what?” relieved to hear that Professor Snape did not in fact intend to lay her, she stammered, “Ch-chaser. I play chaser.”

 

“What did you think he was asking? Huh, girlie?” an older woman was walking up to the two.

 

“Ah, Madam Hooch. This is Miss Sarra Evans. She wishes to try out for Slytherin chaser. Do you think you'd be able to test her a bit as I evaluate?” Snape looked at Madam Hooch, who picked up a Quaffle and threw it at Sarra who clearly wasn't paying attention, but caught it solidly nonetheless.

 

“I think I can do that.” Said Hooch, as she picked up her broom and kicked off into the air.

 

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End ch. 1

 

-A/N-

A bit short for my liking, but I really wanted it posted to see what you all thought. Is it worth continuing? Are there any logistical problems that are too huge to be ignored? Please please please let me know!

 

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