Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Girls Can Play Quidditch ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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A/N - Not much to say here

 

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“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Oliver was nose to nose with Flint, while the rest of the Gryffindor team was circled around George Weasley who had his brother's head cradled in his lap; he had been hit in the head with a Bludger.

 

“Just trying to get my point across, since you clearly weren't listening. Maybe you'll listen now. Get off the Pitch, Wood.” Flint was a twirling a bat in his hand while the other was lazily wrapped around the handle of his broom.

 

“Flint, we were fucking here first! YOU get off the Pitch.” Oliver wasn't one for cursing unless absolutely necessary, and at this point…it was getting rather necessary.

 

The other captain reached into his robes and pulled out a note signed by Professor Snape, “We have permission to be here to practice right now? See?”

 

Oliver held a similar note in his hand signed by Professor McGonagall, “We do, too! So, bugger off and let us practice!”

 

Sarra could see that this was getting nowhere fast, so she decided to take some kind of initiative. “I have a proposal gentleman!” She quickly stepped between the two of them, “Why don't we have scrimmage, right now?”

 

“I have only one Beater!” Oliver was a bit irritated, he didn't want to confront the Slytherins with a match, or he would have suggested it before Fred had gotten injured.

 

Flint shrugged, “S'not my problem. You should have listened!”

 

Oliver balked, “The hell it isn't your problem! You wanker, you hit him!” Angelina and Katie had to literally hold Oliver back.

 

“We'll play with only one Beater as well!” Sarra turned to Flint, and narrowed her eyes saying, “Won't we, Marcus?”

 

“Like hell we will! I don't have to do anything for those…losers.” Flint's gaze swept over the Gryffindor team.

 

“Who are you calling losers?” Harry had been standing behind Oliver during the entire altercation. Seeming to have gotten the courage to say something to the quarreling fifth years, he stepped forward and tried his best to look menacing. Sarra couldn't help but think that he looked like their father pretending to be Nessie, she couldn't help the giggle that erupted from her.

 

Harry snapped his face towards Sarra, “And why are you laughing? You think it's funny, that we have an injured player?! You Slytherins are just a bunch of cold heartless brutes!” Sarra's expression did a complete 180. She went from laughing and smiling, to nearly being on the verge of boxing her brother's ears.

 

“Excuse me? I'm the one trying to keep your captain from getting you lot injured any further! I thought that would be the primary objective here, but clearly you want your team to end up in the hospital wing, causing a forfeit in our favor for the match this weekend. Right?” She turned back towards her teammates then decided to add, “Oh and by the way, don't let McGonagall find out about your Potions grades, or she pull you off the team in a heartbeat. Let's get out of here Flint. We'll still win if they practice now or not, so let it go.”

 

Flint looked down at Sarra for a long time before finally muttering “Fine,” and gathering up their team.

 

“I'm not finished here!”

 

“Harry, hush.” Oliver understood that Sarra was trying to help them out, but Harry was determined to take a stand for his captain and for his fallen teammate.

 

“How do you know about my grades?”

 

Sarra narrowed her eyes, it was getting harder and harder every second not to just tell him, but it would be a tad awkward to just come out and say, “Oh hello, my name isn't Sarra Evans it is in fact Sarra Potter, and I'm your sister! What's that? No one told you that you had a sister? Oh, yes, well that's because Dumbledore said it would be safer for everyone involved, if I went to live with our grandparents in France, while the Dark Lord, went to the house and murdered our folks.” No, it wouldn't be right. If Harry needed to know, someone would have told him by now, so for the moment Sarra would have to settle on saying, “Professor Snape has asked me to tutor you. That's how I know. I'd suggest you listen to your captain. He has a good head on his shoulders, keep your mouth shut and it will stay there.”

 

“Are you threatening him?!” Harry bowed up. He wasn't going to let any sort of harm befall Oliver, because he was sort of like the older brother the young boy had never had.

 

“No Harry, she isn't threatening me. Now go help everyone get Fred to the hospital wing.” Oliver turned to Sarra, his had outstretched.

 

Sarra looked down at it, and slowly raised her own hand to shake his.

 

“I want to get to know you better, Sarra.” Oliver looked up from their hands to her face; she had a mildly amused expression on her face.

 

“Evans!!”

 

She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Flint urging her to hurry up, so that they could go over plays in the Great Hall over dinner. Sarra withdrew her hand, and left giving Oliver a quick wink.

 

While he watched her walk up the slope towards the school, Oliver knew that he did indeed have feelings for a certain girl, who was sure to give him hell this coming weekend.

 

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Harry Potter couldn't believe he stood up to a fifth year! He had felt so very manly and grown-up, but Angelina and Katie had to go and ruin it by saying, “You really shouldn't have done that Harry.” “Oliver can take care of himself.” “You nearly caused a fight, Harry.” He was just trying to help. It wasn't like it was entirely his fault anyway, that fifth year girl was as just as much to blame as he was! Where did she get off treating him like some little kid! Yeah, he's only eleven, but still! It's not like she's his mother or anything.

 

As he walked towards the Gryffindor common room from the hospital wing, Harry was hardly looking where he was going and bumped into someone who clearly couldn't see over the enormous stack of books they had. Harry got up and started stacking the books that had fallen to the floor, along with their keeper. “Jeez, Hermione! What do you need all these books for anyway? We don't have any big assignments due, do we?”

 

The bushy-haired girl got up and started straightening the books, “No, I was just doing some outside research. Oh, Harry! You aren't going to believe what I discovered!”

 

“And what is that?” He asked as he handed Hermione the rest of her books.

 

“Not everyone in your family is dead.”

 

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End Ch. 5

 

A/N - So I hope this was a better written chapter, ummm…..let me know if there is a problem! Thanks for reading, please feel free to review! (it is much appreciated!)

 

Itou - Tythe