Wizarding Games: Bonus Bingo
Two little pieces I wrote for the Bonus Bingo Card at the HD_writer Games. Go team snakes :)
Title: Could have been
Prompts: Triwizard Tournament, Keeper, Chudley Cannons, Winged Horse Racing, Inter-House Quidditch Cup, Quidditch Though the Ages.
Rating:PG
I could have been anything, had I had time to grow up. If not for the Triwizard tournament. This oh so important event, where dark and light magic is pitted against each other, where the teachers try to prove that their way is the superior way, and that what they teach pushes theiry students to be greater than all other students. I could have been everything, if not for this farce. For what is it but a game they play on the back of their students, on the children they should guide and form. It is a way to push their egos and to prove that they have not outlived their right to existance. I could have been someone.
I could have become a famous Keeper. I loved Quidditch, I loved flying and I loved the competition up in the air. I was good on a broom and I had great reflexes. My house might not have been the one that was most famous for good fliers, but I could have been the exception. I was good at guarding things. I could have been great out there. But again I only could have been - So many things taken from me.
I could have gone into Winged Horse Racing. My grandfather on mothers side had a stable full of the majetic creatures. We had all breeds be it Abraxans, Aethonans or my favorites the Granians, so fast and elegant as they are. I loved the horses, now they will wait for me and yet I will never return, never again stroke their silky coats and hear their soft wickers in my ear. I will never again, sit on their backs and feel the wind rush through my hair. My mare Aquila will wait and wait, and I will never be with her again. Another thing taken.
I could have made a place for me in professional Quidditch by playing or the Chudley Cannons. I had connections through my father, he knew Lou Bagman after all and they where desperate enough to consider drafting me as keeper. And who knows maybe with my help they could have won a game or two, and we would have made our way to the top. Now we will never know. Another what if, another thing gone. Do I mourn these lost opportunities, do I rage against my faith? To be honest I am sad that life has ended before it began, but emotions have no true meaning here.
I wish I could say life would have gone this way or that way, I wish I could rage against the circumstances that have torn me away from my friends and family, but then again I see a lonely boy who lies in bed crying for me, crying because of the could haves and might have beens. His favorite Book “Quidditch through the Ages” forgotten in a corner. And I am not sorry for being dead, because I was the spare, I was what gave him the strenght to go back, to fight to stay alive. I hope that at least I gave him a reason to not give up.
He will fly for me, he will take part in another Interhouse Quidditch Cup, and he will keep me with himself, for his entire life. Because I was the first one to die in front of his eyes. I was a friend albeit just for a short time. I am the lost opportunity a maybe he can never get back. I am the question in his mind. I was Cederic Diggory and I could have been someone,
Title: Win or lose who can tell?
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Prompts: Individual Sport, Shuntbumps, Practice
“Potter really? This is the best you can come up with to get us back on the field? You want to play Shuntbumps?” Draco was livid. Just because he had agreed to play with the other eight years a game, that didn´t mean he would agree to a game where the main goal was to knock as many other players of their broomsticks until he was the last one standing. He had some dignitiy left thank you very much!
“Shuntbumps is a kids game, and we are certainly no kids Potter!”
Harry grinned from ear to ear. “Well Draco what do you suggest then?”
Draco was taken aback, the others looked at him curiously and he shrugged his shoulder “I have no idea why you all of a sudden want to play such an individual sport? I thought you Gryffindors were all about teamplay? What is wrong with a good old fashioned Quidditch game?”
Harry looked around. “Anyone in favour of Draco's suggestion?” All hands went up. “Seems like you get your wish. We´ll play teams, but to make this interesting the team that wins gets to select a forfeit.”
“What kind of forfeit?” Draco was suspicious.
Harry grinned again. “The team will probably just want a drink, but if I win - I want you.”
Draco gulped. He was screwed, there was no way he would be able to concentrate now, but he wasn´t going to tell Potter that.
“Well then Potter you are on!”
And of they were. Draco fought valiantly but in the end Harry won - as always. Draco had more practice, than Harry knew, but somehow all the practice in the world didn´t matter, when he had handed Draco the perfect excuse for surrender. A slytherin always found a way to get what he wanted. After all everybody knew that a Malfoy never refused to fullfill the requests on a bet.
Harry wanted Draco - so he got him.
Title: Could have been
Prompts: Triwizard Tournament, Keeper, Chudley Cannons, Winged Horse Racing, Inter-House Quidditch Cup, Quidditch Though the Ages.
Rating:PG
I could have been anything, had I had time to grow up. If not for the Triwizard tournament. This oh so important event, where dark and light magic is pitted against each other, where the teachers try to prove that their way is the superior way, and that what they teach pushes theiry students to be greater than all other students. I could have been everything, if not for this farce. For what is it but a game they play on the back of their students, on the children they should guide and form. It is a way to push their egos and to prove that they have not outlived their right to existance. I could have been someone.
I could have become a famous Keeper. I loved Quidditch, I loved flying and I loved the competition up in the air. I was good on a broom and I had great reflexes. My house might not have been the one that was most famous for good fliers, but I could have been the exception. I was good at guarding things. I could have been great out there. But again I only could have been - So many things taken from me.
I could have gone into Winged Horse Racing. My grandfather on mothers side had a stable full of the majetic creatures. We had all breeds be it Abraxans, Aethonans or my favorites the Granians, so fast and elegant as they are. I loved the horses, now they will wait for me and yet I will never return, never again stroke their silky coats and hear their soft wickers in my ear. I will never again, sit on their backs and feel the wind rush through my hair. My mare Aquila will wait and wait, and I will never be with her again. Another thing taken.
I could have made a place for me in professional Quidditch by playing or the Chudley Cannons. I had connections through my father, he knew Lou Bagman after all and they where desperate enough to consider drafting me as keeper. And who knows maybe with my help they could have won a game or two, and we would have made our way to the top. Now we will never know. Another what if, another thing gone. Do I mourn these lost opportunities, do I rage against my faith? To be honest I am sad that life has ended before it began, but emotions have no true meaning here.
I wish I could say life would have gone this way or that way, I wish I could rage against the circumstances that have torn me away from my friends and family, but then again I see a lonely boy who lies in bed crying for me, crying because of the could haves and might have beens. His favorite Book “Quidditch through the Ages” forgotten in a corner. And I am not sorry for being dead, because I was the spare, I was what gave him the strenght to go back, to fight to stay alive. I hope that at least I gave him a reason to not give up.
He will fly for me, he will take part in another Interhouse Quidditch Cup, and he will keep me with himself, for his entire life. Because I was the first one to die in front of his eyes. I was a friend albeit just for a short time. I am the lost opportunity a maybe he can never get back. I am the question in his mind. I was Cederic Diggory and I could have been someone,
Title: Win or lose who can tell?
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Prompts: Individual Sport, Shuntbumps, Practice
“Potter really? This is the best you can come up with to get us back on the field? You want to play Shuntbumps?” Draco was livid. Just because he had agreed to play with the other eight years a game, that didn´t mean he would agree to a game where the main goal was to knock as many other players of their broomsticks until he was the last one standing. He had some dignitiy left thank you very much!
“Shuntbumps is a kids game, and we are certainly no kids Potter!”
Harry grinned from ear to ear. “Well Draco what do you suggest then?”
Draco was taken aback, the others looked at him curiously and he shrugged his shoulder “I have no idea why you all of a sudden want to play such an individual sport? I thought you Gryffindors were all about teamplay? What is wrong with a good old fashioned Quidditch game?”
Harry looked around. “Anyone in favour of Draco's suggestion?” All hands went up. “Seems like you get your wish. We´ll play teams, but to make this interesting the team that wins gets to select a forfeit.”
“What kind of forfeit?” Draco was suspicious.
Harry grinned again. “The team will probably just want a drink, but if I win - I want you.”
Draco gulped. He was screwed, there was no way he would be able to concentrate now, but he wasn´t going to tell Potter that.
“Well then Potter you are on!”
And of they were. Draco fought valiantly but in the end Harry won - as always. Draco had more practice, than Harry knew, but somehow all the practice in the world didn´t matter, when he had handed Draco the perfect excuse for surrender. A slytherin always found a way to get what he wanted. After all everybody knew that a Malfoy never refused to fullfill the requests on a bet.
Harry wanted Draco - so he got him.