By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars to get better glimpses of the game. Also that the seats were raised high, but some of the action was somewhat difficult to see. Canada and Romano joined Hermione, Ron, three male Gryffindor students named Seamus, Neville, Dean fan up. As a surprise for Harry and America, they painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and America for Vice President, also Dean, who was good at drawing, and Romano, who was good at the fine detail, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione had preformed a tricky little charm so that the paint would flash varieties of reds and yellows.

~•~•~•~•~•Magical Teleportation~•~•~•~•~•

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry, America, and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes.

Harry's POV
Oliver cleaned his voice for silence.
"Okay, men," he said
"And women," said Angelica Johnson.
"And women," Oliver agreed." This is it."
"The big one," said Fred.
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Alfred and I," we were on the team last year."
"Shut up, you two," said Oliver, slightly annoyed," This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."
He glared at all of us, as if to say,' Or else.'
"Right, it's time. Good luck to all of ya."
Alfred and I followed the twins out of the locker room and, hoping that his knees wouldn't be crushed under his rising anxiety, walked into a wooden booth, waiting for the gate to be open.
"Scared Harry and Alfred?"
"A little."
"Ditto."
"It's alright. I felt the same way before my first game," Oliver said.
Alfred and I looked at him shocked and relieved.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I don't really remember," Oliver replied," I took a bludger to the head two minutes in and, woke up in the hospital a week later."
Alfred and I's breath hitched a bit faster hearing his first game, Alfred gave me a sympathetic look that he was scared.

Then the gate started to go down, and here I go.

America's POV

Holy s*** and, he's a Keeper, I was scared but, Harry felt the same and I felt a little better, the the gate started to drop down.
'Whelp! Here's go nothin'.'

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•Start game~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Harry, America, and the team mounted on their brooms and followed each other one by one, into the field. Harry and America went to their positions and awaited for the ref.
"Hello! Welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season!"
"Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" Commentator Jordan Lee said excitedly, who was closely watched by professor Mcgonagal. The stands where full of cheering students and teachers. Madam Hooch was refereeing. She was walking towards the middle of the field where there was this large trunk, that seemed to be shaking. All the players gathered up into a circle, as madam Hooch stands before the trunk.

Out of the corner of there eyes they saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President, and Jones for Vice President over the crowd. Both of there hearts skipped. Both felt braver.

"As Madam Hooch steps out on the field, the players take there positions to begin the game!"

Madam Hooch made a stern, dignified face and said," I want a nice clean game, all of you," as the remaining players gather around her. Harry seemed to noticed that she was particulary speaking towards the Slytherin captin, Marcus Flint, a fifth year. Harry and America thought Flint looked like he had troll's blood in him, then turned to them and glared. America gladlly returned a stink eye at him.

" The Bludgers erupted, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember the Snitch is worth a'hunderd-fifty points, the Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game", Jordan commetated." The Quaffle is released and the game begins!"

The Quaffle was swiftly taken by Gryffindor Chaser, Angelina Johnson, after it was released.

"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gyffindor ― what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and Rather attractive, too ―

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

"And she's really belting it up there, a neat pass to Alfred Jones, a good find of Professor Mcgonagall's, in his first year of Hogwarts playing Quidditch, and doing quite well ― back to Johnson and ― no, the Slytherin captin Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes ― he's going to sc ― nope, stopped by a excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and Gryffindor take the Quaffle ― that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and ― OUCH ― that must've hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger.''

The Gryffindor side groaned and wince by Bell's hit by the Bludger." I hope that she's ok", Canada said." Yeah, and if it-a was me I would've been-a cussing", Romano commented. Hermione was quite confused by this," Don't you already curse a lot"? Ron, Dean, Seamus, Neville and Canada snickered at the remark, and Romano's cheeks flared light red," I-I don't a-know what are you talking about, bella ."

"Quaffle taken by the Slytherins ― that's Adrian Pucey speeding off towards the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger ― sent his way Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which ― nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Jones back in possession of the quaffle, a clear field ahead and off he goes ― he's really flying ― dodges a speeding Bludger ― the goal posts are ahead ― come on, now, Alfred ― Keeper Bletchley dives ― misses ― GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans ( Except the fabulous Bad Touch Trio ) from Slytherins, and claps and whistles of approval from both side unparticipating.

"Well done!"

"Whoo! Way too go Alfie!"

"Go Alfredo! Go and-a kick Slytherin ASS!"

The game roared on, and the gameplay became more intense.

"Keeper Bletchley passes the Quaffle to Flint ― passes it to Pucey ― he's flying swiftly towards the Gryffindor post ― dodges a bludger ― OH ― elbows Jones ― dodges Johnson ― he's going to score ― but, way to short on the throw and Keeper Wood catches it."

Wood threw the ball towards Johnson, Flint snarled at him like an angry dragon," Give me that!", as he grabbed it out of the Slytherin Beater's club out of his hands. As the Bludger came hurdling towards him, he gave a mighty swing of the club and directed it to Oliver. Bludger went and rammed into Oliver's chest. Oliver fell back through the hoop, and landed on his broom, drifting toward the ground and fell on the sands below, unconscious. The crowd groan in sympathy with the Slytherins laughed at the misfortune. Flint gave the club back to the Slytherin Beater. America on the other hand wasn't going to have any of that. So he aimed himself at Flint and almost knocked him off his broom.

"Penalty to Gryffindor for direct Bludger strike from Slytherin ― WHAM ― Jones rams himself at Flint ― way to go Alfred ― just kidding professor ― Penalty to Slytherin for nearly knocking Chaser off of broom ― Jones goes for the penalty shot ― and clears it."

Whoops and cheers rang through the air on the Gryffindor stands.

"Flint goes for the penalty shot ― and narrowly misses the hoop ― thank the Queen ― anyways, back to the game ― Johnson has the quaffle ― Captain Flint and Chaser Pucey move in closer towards Johnson ― Oh! They got her in a pinch ― OUCH ― right into the stands, penalty to Gryffindor !"

The crowd moan and howled as Johnson tumbled down the stands of Ravenclaw, while the Slytherins laughed and hollered at the misfortune, except the Fabulous Trio, who sympathetic for Johnson worried for her safety.

"Haha... Why aren't you laughing", a Slytherin girl asked inquisitively. The Trio didn't Answer her." I said Why aren't you laughing", she repeated again." Because ve're good friends vith zhe seeker and zhe Chaser of zhe Gryffindor house, und ve don't like laughing at friends", Prussia said. The girl seemed shocked at this," Well you're bloody traitors". France retorted," Ve don't care, especially with zhat 'ideous 'airdo". The Slytherin girl gasped in horror," Then go somewhere else. You're not welcomed here". The Fabulous Trio left towards the Gryffindor stands.

Harry's POV

As I saw Angelica tumble down the Ravenclaw stands, and fell unconscious. I was very crossed by the Slytherin team by now, and with Oliver also unconscious, we where goning to have a rough game. Right now I'm waiting for the Snitch and keeping out of the game. It's apart of Wood's plan. For a while now I've done nothing exciting, and did a few flips. Out of nowhere a Bludger came hurdling towards me, with a Weasley trailing behind it." All right there, Harry", Fred asked while pelting a Bludger at Marcus Flint.

"Captain Flint is going full throttle ― Jumps over a Weasley ― Back tossed the Quaffle ― he scores ― ten points to Slytherin ― Jones has the quaffle ― passes it to Bell ― she dodges a Bludger ― passes it back to Jones ― Jones goes in for the posts ― he scores ― Slytherin in possession", Lee says,"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the ― wait a moment ― was that the Snitch?"

That was my queue, and as the Slytherin Chaser Pucey dropped the Quaffle, as the murmur of the crowd grew, I saw a streak of gold flash by Pucey's left ear. I felt a great rush of excitement, so I dived towards the streak of gold, also I knew that the Slytherin Seeker Higgs had seen it too.

Author's POV

The two were neck n' neck, hurdling towards the Snitch ― all of a sudden Chasers and Beaters alike seemed to forgotten what they were supposed to do and watched in midair. Harry was gaining speed, passing Higgs, hre could see the little ball of gold in front of him ― he put in a extra spurt of speed ―.

WHAM! A roar of outrage echoed through out the Gryffindor stands below the action ― Flint had blocked Harry on purpose in order to stop him from acquiring the win for Gryffindor. Harry's broom spun out of control for a bit, while he was hanging on for dear life.

"FOUL!" Screamed the crowd of Gryffindors . The whistle blew, and the players glided towards the ground. Madam Hooch marched towards Flint and yelled in his ear.

"Yo, Harry! Are ya all right, dude!" America exclaimed while rushing to him with the Other players on the Gryffindor team." Yeah, I'm alright. Just a bit of a rough play, that's all."

After Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint. The Snitch seemed to have disappeared during the confusion, and was now out of sight.

~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~While on the stands~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~

"Send him off, ref! Red card!" Dean and Romano yelled in unison.

"What are you talking about, Dean and Lovino?" Ron asked.

"Red card!" Dean said furiously. "In soccer (football everywhere else lol) you get shown a red card and-a you're are-a out of the-a game, you freckled-bastard!" Romano yelled.

"But this isn't soccer, you two", Ron reminded them.

However, Hagrid decided to side with them.

"Well, they oughta change the rules. Flint, there kinda knocked Harry outta the air".

"Sí, I would agree with Hargrid. Since he did almost knock Harry out of the air".

Everyone jumped a bit after hearing the new voice that appeared. they turned around and saw the Bad Touch Trio.

"WHAT-A THE-A HELL ARE YOU-A DOING HERE, TOMATO-BASTURD!"

"Oh, hello there Gilbert and Francis", Canada said.

"Hallo birdie, how'z it going?" Gilbert asked with a mischievous smirk. Canada blushed at the nickname. Hermione had a suspicion look on her face thinking what was the relationship between those two.

"Yes, Why are you here, you three", Hermione asked.

"Vell, zhe awesome me and zhe less awesome Francis and Antonio got kicked of zhe Slytherin stands, kesesese!"

"Hm~ 'ow do we put eet? We got kicked out due to us not agreeing to laugh at mademoiselle Angelica misfortune".

"So... That's why you're here," Neville asked.

"Sí, and we're here to cheer on Alfred and Harry. So can we have a seat, por favor?"

"Um, sure I guess?"

~°~°~°~°~°~°~Back to le field~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~

"So... after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating ―"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul ―"

"Jordan, I'm warning you ―"

"Alright, alright. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty, again, to Gryffindor ― taken by Jones, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play ― Gryffindor still in possession."

Harry's POV

I returned to my position above the actual gameplay so I wouldn't get in the way, or get hit with the Bludger. And speak of which, one wized passed my head as if it were a cannonball, as I dodged it.

As I nearly dodged the Bludger, I felt a sudden lurch from the Nimbus. For a flash of a second there I thought I'd fall off. I gripped the handle as tight as I can and held on, and squeezed my knees together around the base. In all honesty, I've never felt like this. I tried to  get back into control of the Nimbus, but for some reason the broom decided to try and buck me off. It was out of control I couldn't direct it back to the Gryffindor goal posts ― he had no intention to call time-out, but with the realization of how much the Nimbus was  out of my control.

Then, again my broomstick decided to buck me off and started to buck backwards, making frantic zigzagging movement in the air and violent jerks in effort to buck me off. I couldn't control it... I couldn't turn nor directed at all anymore. Never have I felt this hopeless is when I was chased up the tree by my aunt's dog Ripper.

Hey guys! I'm gonna make a part duos so I can fit in the rest of the chapter in. Ok~ you know the drill plz comment, vote, and share and see y'all soon. BYE!!