Short Story

Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, “Hagrid, what’s Quidditch?” “Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin’ how little yeh know — not knowin’ about Quidditch!” “Don’t make me feel worse,” said Harry. He told Hagrid about the pale boy in Madam Malkin’s. “— and he said people from Muggle families shouldn’t even be allowed in —” “Yer not from a Muggle family. If he’d known who yeh were — he’s grown up knowin’ yer name if his parents are wizardin’ folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o’ the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in ‘em in a long line o’ Muggles — look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!” “So what is Quidditch?” “It’s our sport. Wizard sport. It’s like — like soccer in the Muggle world — everyone follows Quidditch — played up in the air on broomsticks and there’s four balls — sorta hard ter explain the rules.” “And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?” “School houses. There’s four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o’ duffers, but —” “I bet I’m in Hufflepuff,” said Harry gloomily. “Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin,” said Hagrid darkly. “There’s not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one.” “Vol-, sorry —You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?” “Years an’ years ago,” said Hagrid. They bought Harry’s school books in a shop called

“I know it wasn’t Jeen or any other Reds. They don’t know what I look like good enough, not like you…or Felix,” I continue and Jagger stiffens even more, hands clenched into fists. “Two can play at this game, Jagger. So, it was Felix?”

“No! I’m going to try out to-,” Lionel tried to say, but the coach interrupted him. The coach was a man in his 30s, with dark blue eyes and brown hair. He had been working with Mystic Genie High School’s football team for 7 years, and with him, the win every

“They probably will,” Ryan said. He looked at Zack for a few moments. “You love her don’t you?” Zack looked down at his hands, looked back up at him, and nodded his head. “It’s not part of the job is it cause I’ll kick your ass.”

This was suspicious and Harry suspected that whatever was in that package was very important. Harry also meets a boy named Neville who is very clumsy and always gets into tight situations. This boy ends up falling off his broom during flying lessons and grievously injuring his arm. While the teacher takes him to the nurse, Malfoy finds a ball that the boy dropped and teases Harry with it. He goes up on his broom and tells Harry to come and get him. Harry, mounting his broom, realizes that he is a superb flyer and impresses all of the first years, even though he’s never seen a broom before this. Harry ends up meeting Malfoy in the sky, so Malfoy throws the ball. Harry goes into a fifty foot dive, pulling up just in time to lightly skim across the grass and pull up, catching the ball. Unfortunately, as the other students were congratulating Harry, the strict teacher Professor McGonagall came out and told Harry to follow her. Harry was sure she was going to expel him, but when Professor McGonagall came to ask for Wood, Wood turned out to be a person. And a Quidditch Captain at that. Quidditch was a game in the air played on broomsticks. And Professor McGonagall was asking Wood if she could admit Harry onto the Hogwarts Gryffindor Quidditch team, as a seeker. Wood said that Harry must’ve been the best seeker he had ever seen, light and speedy, and with good aim. Harry was shown the rules of Quidditch. There were four balls, the quaffle, which was thrown and caught and which the chasers tried to throw through the other team’s three hoops. The seeker blocked the balls, like a goalie with the 3 hoops. Two other balls were called the bludgers. Bludgers pelted themselves at players in order to knock the player off their brooms. There were also two beaters on each team, which carried large clubs to

"Well, I've got to go watch over my bunch. They are ferocious today," someone said.

"I 'm Jackie. I 'll be your instructor for you and your team," she said.

He is selected based how the quidditch player his father was. As Harry gains all this fames he still stays humble. "I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. "Me! " said Hermione. "Books!

Hagrid tell Harry over and over again that Snape has no reason to dislike or not to care for him. During their first flying lesson on broomsticks, the students are told to stay grounded while the teacher takes Neville to the hospital because he accidentally hurt himself. Draco Malfoy is an enemy to Harry and part of the a Slytherin house hold,he bullies Neville and snatches his prized toy and flies off with it to the top of a tree. Harry flies after him because he knew he was the only person to do so. Malfoy throws the ball in the air, and Harry speeds in a downward motion , making the most best catch that anybody has ever seen c . Professor McGonagall witnesses this incident. Instead of punishing Harry, she recommends that he play Quidditch, a much-loved game that resembles soccer played on broomsticks, for Gryffindor. Later that day, Malfoy challenges Harry to a wizard’s duel at midnight. Malfoy doesn’t show at the appointed place,because he knew that he made a mistake challenging him, and Harry almost gets in trouble. While trying to find the Sorcerer's Stone because he knows that the evil Voldemort is after the stone to finish the job with

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

“Perhaps,” Sigrid acknowledged, still watching the tournament. “But I would not be so quick to cast doubt upon the skill of the

joins the team and gets first win in the Quiddtich game helping to Harry builds his

Brisk footsteps through the hallway led to her locker. Pleated knee-length skirts and letter jackets filled the space. Spray Net laid heavy in the air, along with lingering smoke of cigarettes. Girls smacked Wrigley’s with fire-engine red lips as boys stared into mirrors, slicking back their comb-overs. Flashy posters for the upcoming winter formal scatter the beige walls while paper snowflakes decorated the towering ceiling.

Some very rich children have miniature versions of cars specially built for them. Joe wasn’t one of those children. Joe needed his Formula One car made a bit bigger. He was quite fat, you see. Well, you would be, wouldn’t you? If you could buy all the chocolate in the world.

“Oh were not, you two just seem to get away with anything prank wise” George said.