Quidditch Trial 11 by RayeofsuMikella sat on her broom, her fingers clutching the handle, her eyes set. She watched the referee, and watched the Quaffle hungrily.
Mikella was not used to this sport. Not only was she a Mudblood girl, and played soccer and football, but she was American. She was used to Quadpot for the few years she was at an American Wizardry school, until her muggle parents met a recording publisher out in England, and decided that they want their daughter somewhere near them, even if she was in a castle that they could not see.
But in America, Wizards played quad pot. It was similar to Quidditch, except they had 22 people in the air, 11 for each team. But, instead of three goal hoops, they had one big pot on each side. And instead of a Quaffle, they had a smaller ball called a Quad. This quad was different, because it could explode in your face at any moment. Whoever's hands it was in when it exploded, that player was out of the game. Well, it would be fine if M
SPEW by Coqui-chan and starfloarry and Ron ran down the corridor, late for Divination once again. "I don't see why you couldn't have just gotten a new quill, Ron." Harry said irritably as he tossed a glare at Ron.
"It's my favorite one, Harry!" Ron grumbled, trying to wipe the boogies off of the tip of his quill with the corner of his robes. He wrinkled his freckled nose in disgust.
"You should have left it, it won't be any good with all of that all over it."
Ron grimaced, "Maybe you're right. he mumbled.
A strange banging was echoing down the corridor they were running through. "What's that?"
As they rounded the corner toward the stairs to Divination, they spotted Dobby, the house-elf that Harry freed from the Malfoys in year two, banging his head on the suit-of-amour while yelling, Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!
Whoa, Dobby, whats the matter? asked Harry, putting a hand on the small elfs shoulder.
Dobby was a bad, bad elf, kind sir, Dobby said, sniffling, Dobby w
DH Spoilers: Ponder by Coqui-cGinny did not seek out another private conversation with Harry after Ron and Hermione had walked in on the two of them. Harry really could not blame her, he could not promise her a thing. He hated to see her look so blue, her eyes downcast. She had never been a perky girl, but he had never seen her cry the way she did when she had slipped out of the room after the interruption. He would have given all of his gold in Gringotts to have been able to run after her, to wrap his arms around her and dry her tears. But, alas, that would have only complicated the situation, Ron was already baring his fangs.
He did not kiss her to get her hopes up, why couldn't Ron understand that? If Ron had been listening in with a pair of Fred and George's extendable ears he would have known that. Though, he doubted that it would have made much of a difference. Harry knew better than anyone what awaited him, he knew that a future with Ginny could be totally non-existent. The only thing that he knew for sure w