Nov 12, 2007 19:31
Chapter 40 The End of the Games
“Well hello there Quiddicth fans an welcome to the coverage of the Semifinal match we are all anticipating will be a blood bath. On one side we have our boys and girls from Hogwarts representing the English team that have done beautifully during this entire Cup showing teamwork, creativity, and brillinant skills. On the other we have the most blood thirsty team we have seen thus far. The Germans lost the opening match against England in a suprising upset that set a World Record for the fastest match ever. Since then they have DECIMATED every team they have played as if sending a message to our wizzards and witched in the English team to watch their backs. And now here we are, the rematch is at hand. But first let us recap what has happened thus far....” began narrating the British Announcer on Quidditch Vision that was beying projected on the two walls on the sides of the Great Hall. All the students at Hogwarts were watching intently, even the Slytherins. McGonagall was dressed full on in Englands colors and was sporting a robe with Potter written on the back, supporting their star player. Many more in the Great Hall were also dressed up for the match.
Elsewhere, a gathering of dark figures were also dressed up for the occasion. Only all of them had the name Riddle on their backs and not all of them were that enthused. Voldemort on the other hand was ecstatic, he and his Death Eaters had all killed and mamed a section of the English crowd and had taken their tickets along with most of their hair. They now sat together waving banners and sipping on Polijuice Potion. Every now and then Voldemort would look back to make sure everyone was cheering, if they werent, a quick Crucio blast would get them going. “Go Rose, go. Go Bloody Rose, go. Knock them down, make them bleed. Go Riddle, GO” they screamed.
Back at Hogwarts the announcer continued his narration, stopping on the English games to elaborate on them a bit “Now after the riveting first 8 days, the scores were as follows:
Day 9
Germany vs. Egypt 310-100
England vs. Australia 300-90 A masterful display of flying by our team brought us the victory.
Hong Kong vs. New Zealand 220-220
Serbia vs. Argentina 150-150
Day 10
Ireland vs. Cuba 300-190
Cote de Ivory vs. Mexico 230-230
Spain vs. Vietname120-200
China vs. Morroco 210-210
Day 11
Ghana vs. Poland 290-290
Scotland vs. Tahiti170-170
Angola vs. India 160-160
Korea vs Columbia 200-110
Day 12
South Africa vs. Iceland 280-180
Italy vs. Iran 170-90
Wales vs Paraguay 160-160
Congo vs. Bulgaria 110-200
Day 13
France vs. Croatia 150-70
Ecuador vs. Ukraine 130-170
Bermuda vs. Belgium 200-90
Israel vs. Greece 150-40
Day 14
Uganda vs. Austria 270-270
Czech Republic vs. Finland 100-240
Switzerland vs. Neetherland 290-210
Tunez vs. Japan 170-10
Day 15
Portugal vs. Cameroon 220-220
USA vs Venezuela 300-150
Sweden vs Rusia 100-250
Senegal vs. Togo 150-150
Day 16
Saudi Arabia vs. Tailand 90-240
Zimbabwe vs. Indonesia 130-230
Costa Rica vs. Denmark 200-0
Trinidad vs. Brazil 210-210
Day 17
Germany vs. Australia 210-10
Egypt vs. England 60-300 Egypts tough defense crumbled to the English Teams new moves that caused complete chaos in the nearly inpenatrable pyramid defense of the Egyptians.
Hong Kong vs. Argentina 50-170
New Zealand vs. Serbia 190-190
Day 18
Ireland vs. Mexico 360-260
Cuba vs. Cote de Ivory 210-210
Spain vs. Morroco 150-50
Vietnam vs. China 300-310
Day 19
Ghana vs. Tahiti 150-150
Poland vs. Scotland 130-220
Angola vs. Colombia 200-200
India vs Korea 190-170
Day 20
South Africa vs. Iran 50-220
Iceland vs. Italy 270-270
Wales vs Bulgaria 0-180
Paraguay vs. Congo 160-200
Day 21
France vs. Ukraine 20-160
Croatia vs. Ecuador 180-180
Bermuda vs. Greece 240-240
Belgium vs. Israel 150-0
Day 22
Uganda vs. Finland 40-220
Austria vs. Czech Republic 150-30
Switzerland vs. Japan 200-290
Neetherland vs. Tunez 160-160
Day 23
Portugal vs. Venezuela 220-290
Cameroon vs USA 190-200
Sweden vs Togo 200-170
Rusia vs. Senegal 220-240
Day 24
Saudi Arabia vs. Indonesia 170-170
Tailand vs. Zimbabwe 210-280
Costa Rica vs. Brazil 160-0
Denmark vs. Trinidad 240-200
The Round of 16
Day 25
England vs Argentina (A) 300-30 England dominated comming off their success in the first round.
Germany vs New Zeland (B) 330-0
Day 26
Ireland vs China (C) 100-300
Cuba vs Vietname (D) 50-190
Day 27
Scotland vs Korea (E) 170-20
Poland vs India (F) 10-180
Day 28
Italy vs Wales (G) 200-140
Iran vs Bulgaria (H) 30-180
Day 29
Ukraine vs Greece (I) 250-80
Ecuador vs Bermuda (J) 70-220
Day 30
Austria vs Japan (K) 40-170
Finland vs Tunez (L) 220-150
Day 31
USA vs Rusia (M) 250-110
Cameroon vs Senegal (N) 80-160
Day 32
Indonesia vs Denmark (O) 110-160
Saudi Arabia vs Costa Rica (P) 20-280
Round of 8
Day 33
England vs Bulgaria (1) 350-180 A very tough game, the Seekers played hard but in the end Potter came out on top.
Germany vs Italy (2) 240-50
Day 34
China vs India (3) 290-120
Vietname vs Scotland (4) 30-190
Day 35
Ukraine vs Costa Rica (5) 10-240
Bermuda vs Denmark (6) 130-290
Day 36
Japan vs Senegal (7) 210-60
Finland vs USA (8) 130-280
Quarterfinals
Day 41
England vs Scotland (A) 300-100 A close call, thankfully Potter pulled through in the end
Day 42
Germany vs China (B) 250-30
Day 43
Costa Rica vs USA (C) 230-50
Day 44
Denmark vs Japan (D) 130-210
And now we finally come to today the start of the Semifinals.
Day 49
England vs Germany (1)
Day 50
Costa Rica vs Japan (2)
One of these four teams will go home the Champion. Will it be the bloodthirsty Germans. The Super all around team the Costa Rican, The Silent but powerfull Japanese, or our boys and girls from Hogwarts? That is the question on our all minds as we head to the pitch for the start of what promises to be a game to remember”
Down on the pitch Harry and his team lifted off and hudled in the air.
“OK team this is it, this is our chance to prove we deserved our win over Germany. They will be coming hard at us” Harry began.
“Hard, are you joking. I am bloody thick and even I can feel the lust for blood coming from those bastards” Ron replied.
“Relax Ron, remember everything we have practiced and experieced up till now and we should all be fine” Harry replied sounding confident, but deep down he was nervous too. Not so much for himself, but for his team. He could take any hit thanks to his training and it wouldnt even phase him, they on the other hand, were not as lucky. Grindel had rubbed him the wrong way since day one, something about he was just wrong. All throughout the tournament he had heard rumors of violence occurring off the pitch, especially on Muggleborns. It wouldnt have surprised Harry in the slightest if they were all Death Eaters. What was more distressing, he couldnt manage to read Vlad's mind for some reason, and his teammates were, putting it lightly, as smart as brick walls and there wasnt much to read there. Just like last time their bloodlust made Harry know that the shit was going to hit the fan as soon as the whistle blew.
“Ok everyone bring it in” Harry called. They all huddled together and put their hands in the center.
“England, for God, for Country, for Hogwarts. Victory!” they shouted and then flew into position.
Germany hudled, Vlad spoke, “Make it quick or slow, I don't care, just make it painful” he said and they all put their fists in.
“Kill” they said in unison and got into position.
The whistle blew, Harry saw Grindel coming towards him. Harry was ready, he could dodge easily. There was a crack, Harry felt an energy fade, a familiar energy...her. He didnt even blink, he let his power go, and saw the entire field. It hadnt been more than a faction of a second, but to Harry it was minutes. He dived down and caught her before she hit the ground. Rose had been hit by both bludgers at the same time. Axel came on the field and took Rose. Harry gave him a look that spoke volumes.
“She will be ok” Axel said knowing full well his power could have her up and about in a matter of minutes. He immediately took her to the bench and sent in her replacement. He worked fast healing the concusion and the major injuries. Had it been anyone else she would have been in serious trouble but Axel would have her back on the pitch in a few minutes.
Harry didnt care, he wasnt thinking about that. He only thought of his girlfriend severely injured and near death. His blood boiled. He went back up. The Germans were grinning, they had no clue what was coming their way. It happened fast, in a single second the Bludgers were no longer flying straing but zig zagging and annihalating every one of the Germans.
“Foolish bastards, as I said once, you never attack what a dragon loves the most. It will cost you your life” Canem said with a sigh as he finished healing Rose.
“Whats going on?” she said as she woke up.
Everyone was in shock. Harry had wiped out the Germans using his broom to beat the Bludgers at them. He even took out the back up while they were still in the bench. The German coach was arguing with the Referee. The game had been stopped, Harry was flying overhead like a hawk waiting for his pray.
“It is an outrage, he took out the entire team. He is not a Beater, how dare he...” the German coach was saying.
“What the hell is going on?” Rose insisted and no one answered.
“It is true, Mr. Potter is not a Beater, the British team will have to be penalized” the Referee began to say.
“Excuse me, I bet to differ” Axel argued.
“On what grounds?” the Germna coach said stunned.
“My players broom was repeatedly struck by Bludgers, therefore I dont see what the problem is” Axel replied simply.
The entire stadium looked at him stunned.
“You are joking right?” the German coach said angrily.
“No I am not, explaine to me the difference between your Beaters launching a Bludger at my player and his broom and my players broom making an impact with a Bludger” Axel said calmly.
The referee confered with officials, then came back. “The English team is correct. Mr. Potters broom was impacted repeatedly with a Bludger, why that happened, and what happened as a result is irrelevant. Play must continue” the referee stated.
“We contest” the German coach shouted.
“On what grounds?” the Referee replied.
“I talked to my players and it appears the English are using brooms that have been altered to be more powerful”the German said.
“Is this true?” the referee questioned.
“Yes, we use modified brooms. So what is wrong with that?” Axel replied.
“That is illegal, you cant use equipment that has been modified to create an unfair advantage” the referee replied shocked at what he had just heard.
“They have been modified according to regulation” Axel replied simply.
“What regulation?” the referee replied.
“Its in the Quidditch rule book” Axel contensted.
“Where? Show me” the German insisted pulling out a small copy.
“That copy is incomplete, we need the original rule book, the Rules of Queerditch” Axel replied.
“There has been a call from the English team. He has demanded to see the first set of rules ever created for Quidditch. Could the Keeper of the Book come to the field” the anouncer called out.
From a dark passage way an old man came out levitating a large book in front of him and came to the side of the field.
“Here is the book” he said levitating it in front of him and opening it. “Where is the rule you seek?” he asked.
“I call for rule 0” Axel said simply.
The old man raised and eyebrow looking shocked.
“There is no such rule” screamed the German.
“Actually, their might have been. How do you know of this rule?” said the old man said surprissed.
“I read it in my copy” Axel replied with a smile.
“What are you talking about?” The German insisted.
“The first pages in the old book have been destroyed and lost to time. We theorized that in them were other rules for the game, but since the rule numbered 1 was intact, we didnt much look into it” the old man said angrily at the interruption.
“Why don't I just show you mine” Axel said pulling a book out of his pocket and then expanding it.
The old man's eyes grew wide. The copy looked exactly like his but was in prestine condition. He opened the first few pages and began to read. In them was contained the history of Queerditch, how it started as an offshoot of broom modification. Therefore a modified broom was not only legal, but damn near necessary for the game.
“Let me make you a copy” Axel insisited and used magic to make an exact replica, which he handed to the old man.
The old man conffered with the officials and they talked to the Referee.
The referee came forth and called for the game to continue. The German coach retired angrily to the bench.
What happened next was chaos. Harry went beserk again and demolished everyone but the Keeper. Even the German coach received a Bludger to the head. When that happened there was none that could call for a change of players. The Beaters were demolished so hard that they were spewing out blood, the Chasers had broken arms, and Grindel was uncucious with a severe blow to the head. Meanwhile, Harry and the team were scoring non stop.
The game progressed, the score grew, time passed. Harry didnt want to just beat them, he wanted them humiliated. Once Germans were healed, the came back on the field, but then got sent back more injured than before. Grindel was never on the pitch long enough to utter a sylable, Harry was demolishing the opposition and scoring with his team. After two weeks, the score was up to 46,910 to 0. The Germans were livid, the English were ecstatic. The Germans had requested a forfiet but were told that in the World Cup forfeits werent done. The English were rotating their players so that they could get some sleep. Harry was the only one that didnt sleep, or eat. They knew the second he came off the field, the Germans would seek to get some payback. Rose had gone back on the pitch and had made out with Harry in mid air for a full five minutes after she felt up to it. Finnally as the month came to a close Harry finnally caught the Snitch and ended the game at 91,150 to 0. The longest game in the history of the game and the most humiliating defeat a team had ever received.
Parties erupted throughout England. In Hogwarts, McGonagall had been awakened when the game ended by maddening cheering, since it had been played in a magic time warp it had only been three days in the real world. She went to see what had happened only to find that every portrait in the house was chanting the English Anthem.
“What happened?” She asked a protrait.
“England beat Germany after a month of play by 91,150 to 0” it replied.
McGonagall had seen how the game was progressing. She stood there shocked, until she too started to chant and wave an English flag with magic.
Voldemort had enjoyed the bloodbath the Germans had received, but wasnt at all pleased with the kiss his daughter gave Potter. But after the defeat he gave the pompous bastards he ignored it, in any case he would kill him so it would all balance out.
The English team had a major banquet. Harry was considered a hero, everyone was considered a hero. Every newspaper in the world was singing their praises.
“Harry we did it mate” Ron said happily.
“We are in the finals” Rose cheered as she kissed Harry's neck.
“Yes you are in the finals, but so is Costa Rica” Axel said in a sing song voice.
“Spoil sport” Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
The final would be in two days, it had been rescheduled due to the length of the British game.
“You have to train” Axel whispered.
“They have to train, I have to hold back” Harry said telepathically
“True, but you have to play straight. And they have to play hard” Axel replied.
“I guess” Harry sighed, everyone looked at him as if he was crazy.
“Ladies gentleman, we have to be ready for the game in a few days. All of you rest, but I want you to mentalize all you have learned. You need to be ready and focused for the game” Axel explained.
Everyone looked up at him seriously, the fun draining from the air.
“Come now, we can just kick ther arses as we did the Germans” Ron chimmed in.
“That is not going to happen” both Harry and Axel said simultaneously
Harry shook his head, “That was payback for a bloody evil team. Costa Rica is different, very different” Harry replied.
“My former team has been trained for all eventualities, even if you were to knock out all their players, if one of them is still moving he will do his best for the entire team, even if it kills him. They will play the game like you have never seen before, be it in one piece or half dead and barely breathing they will not relent” Axel explained with a smile.
“We have made it this far. When we play Costa Rica, we must play straight. They will come at us with skill, we need to match that. Let us kick their asses in honorable battle” Harry said and then lifted his drink “To victory” he toasted.
“To victory” they all echoed.
The next two days moved slowly as Harry sat infront of a screen watching the Costa Rica games over and over. Ocassionally he would raise his head and notice one of his teamates looking at the screen with him. Rose would snuggle up to him and watch with him fiddling with his fingers.
“They have gotten better” Harry commented as he looked at the screen.
“Is that possible?” Rose replied looking at the screen as they pulled a brilliant maneuver.
“Yes it is” added Ron as he sat behind them.
“The game is tommorow” Demelza commented as she sat next to Ron.
“Can we beat them?” Rose asked Harry.
“Maybe” Axel said standing by the door.
“I wish we could train more” Harry said with a sigh.
“You could” Axel said with a dark smile.
Harry looked back at him reading his thoughts. “No, they can't handle that” he replied.
“Can't handle what?” Ron said looking at him very serioulsy.
“Nothing, forget about it” Harry said looking back at the screen.
“No Harry we won't forget it, what are you hidding?” Rose said angrily.
“Rose, love, don't ask me” Harry pleaded with a determined look on his face.
“Professor, what is it that Harry doesn't want you to tell us?” Ron said as he got up and walked to his coach.
“There is a way for you to train, but its a bit rough” Axel replied as he got off the wall and walked to the center of the room.
“A bit rough is an understatement” Harry added rather angrily.
“How bad could it be?” Rose said not looking at Harry.
“Try hell on Earth” Harry said placing his hand on her shoulder.
Rose brushed it off. “We can take it” she said to everyone’s approval.
“Rose, guys, trust me you don't want to go there” Harry pleaded with them.
Rose spun on her heels and looked at Harry angrily. “You just don't want us to match up to your level. You probably just want to hound all the glory, or is it that you don't trust us?” she replied to him. Harry knew that she meant “You don't trust me”
“Fine Rose, you want it, fine” Harry said looking at Axel, “Show it to them” he added and readied his broom.
Axel opened a portal, “Enter if your serious about training” he said and walked in with Harry behind him.
The team grabbed their gear and entered behind them.
The sky was red the ground was rocky and rough.
“This place isnt so bad” Rose said looking around.
Then the portal closed and all except Harry and Axel crashed into the ground.
“Gravity here is twice as strong, the rocks are twice as hard, the temperature is hot enough to cook stuff on the groud without need of a fire. At night everything freezes over. Time flows slower here, you can train for a week here and only a day will pass in the real world” Harry said looking down at them.
Suddenly Bludgers came out of nowhere attacking fast and viciously. Axel and Harry smacked them away quickly.
“Oh and those Bludgers will hunt you endlessly and mercelesly” Axel added.
“Get on your brooms and move, I suggest you keep over the water, otherwise the balls might kill you” Harry said looking down into Rose's eyes looking tired and angry. Then getting on his broom and flying up moving incredibly fast.
Rose pushed hard against the ground feeling her arms strain, she barely got on he broom and lifted off. She was glued against the handle because of the gravity. A bludger hit her, and broke her arm, she fell fast from the broom. Harry came out of nowhere caught her and took her to Axel without uttering a word. Then flew back up to the sky.
She remained quiet as Axel waved his hand and healed her instantly.
“This place is like hell on Earth then. Got to avoid those Bludgers” Rose commented getting back on the broom the echo of pain still on her mind.
“Yep” Axel replied smilling darkly
Everyone else started to fly up and try to battle gravity. Rose tried to find Harry, they needed to talk.
Harry sensed her thoughts and stayed out of her way. He would make sure she soaked up where she was before they talked.
The Bludgers came after them and they repeatedly ended in the water with severe injuries. Axel would float over to them and heal them, they would then fly back up and try to stay on the brooms.
The day started to fade and the cold began to creep up and freeze their drenched clothes.
Rose was tired, wet, and now very cold. Harry appeared next to her.
“So how you doing love?” he said with a sad smile.
Rose looked at him with a tired, pained look. “Oh you know, hurt, wet, pissed, and injured” she replied.
Harry gave he a look that said “I told you so”
“I know, I know, you tried to warn us. Still I never figured this place would be as bad as it is, yet you seem to be at home here” she commented suspiciously
“Well Professor Canem brought me to train here before the World Cup” he lied, this place was a training ground that he had visited often in his free time.
“So how long did it take you to get used to it?” Rose asked now less suspicious, yet still keeping some doubts.
“A month” he lied again, it had taken him no time at all with his training.
“A month!!! We don't have that time” she said frustrated.
“Thats not the point, training here will raise your physical strength, increase your pain tolerance, make you faster, and, if we have time, will better your passing skills” Harry replied.
“Still this is hard, how did you survive?” she asked calming down
“That is for you to find out for yourself” Harry replied. He began to fly away, he was expecting an appolagy but she was being stubborn.
“Harry wait” she said flying back up to him.
“What do you want Rose?” Harry said looking back at her.
“I am sorry for what I said and how I acted. I just thought you were looking down at us” she replied looking away from him.
“You mean looking down at you” Harry said as he caressed her face.
Tears ran down her cheeks as a jolt went down her spine. “I hate it, you had to save me, I couldn't do anything. Me, I am Bloody Rose, I am a hardcore player, but those Germans treated me like nothing.” she said sobbing.
“Well there is always someone stronger” Harry said wisely.
Rose looked at him shocked, “Thats your reply? There is always someone stronger?” she said getting angry again.
Three Bludgers came at Rose and Harry moved in an instant reducing them to pieces. “Yes Rose, there is always someone stronger” he replied.
She looked at him in shock, “How strong are you Harry?” she asked filled with a combination of dread, fear, awe, and respect.
“Not strong enough” he replied sadly, “I have to kill your father Rose, I am far from that strong” he said unsure if it was a lie or not.
“Why do you have to fight?” Rose asked trying to drill him for information.
“For revenge” he lied, that is the way Riddle would think, and so Rose would accept that answer as well.
“I see, well that makes sense” Rose sighed, she had expected as much.
“Anyways love, just try to stay on the broom and away from the Bludgers” he said kissing her.
She smilled at him.
“Oh and next time, listen to me woman” he added and then flew away.
“Harry Potter” she yelled indignantly yet still smilling.
The week passed and the game came.
“Wizzards, Witches, and all other manner of creatures. Welcome to the final of the Youth Quiddithch World Cup. Today two strong teames will take the field for honor, glory, and the chance to be called the best. And here is the Costa Rican team” said the announcer as the Costa Ricans took the field flying fast and furiously. They did acrobatics and other stunts driving the crowd wild. They all smilled and waved at the crowd. The stadium was full to capacity, the world was watching. There in a balcony stood the Ministers of Magic of England, Germany, and Costa Rica. And on a pedestal stood a trophy made of diamond as big as a person, inside it flew years acompanied by names of teams. If one touched it and called the year and the team then a picture would be projected above it with all the team chearing, the honor of immortality.
Classes were cancelled at Hogwarts, all the house banners replaced by Union Jacks waving wildly. A giant screen was placed in the middle of the Quidditch field and the game was seen through a magical hollogram that made it seem like it was being played live right there.
“This is very good” McGonagall commented.
“Yes we defenitly have to thank Alexander when we seen him for making the spell” Lupin said as he waved his flag with his wand.
“UK, UK, UK” could be heard thorughout the stadium
In the stands Voldemort stood in desguise, he was drinking firewhisky and waving flags. Malfoy waved a small one halfheartedly.
“Lucius is the game not of your intrest?” hissed Voldemort.
“Frankly my lord, I am not much of a fan...” he started to reply but didnt finish as he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse and fell unconcious.
“Too bad, I am” he said as his slits narrowed on his Death Eater.
“Now here come the English team” chanted the announcer, yet nothing happened
“Eh, em, looks like the Brits are taking their time” the announcer tried to stall for time.
Then there was a bang that rocked the stadium, when they looked up they saw the the team entering through a giant portal. They wore clean, beautifull uniforms and freshly polished brooms were under them. But their faces were serious and determined. They flew faster than anyone had seen the fly before and moved as one. Harry was the last to exit, he was standing on Shadow's head and was carrying a giant British flag in his hand. The team lined up behind him and flew around incredibly fast around the stadium and did a few practice dives that left the crowd gasping and in awe.
“Good Merlin, that was a shock” the announcer started. “Well look at the English team fly around. They seem to have gotten faster, and the look of determination on their faces speakes volumes.
Harry jumped off Shadow and onto his broom. Both teams took their positions.
Harry shook hands with the Costa Rican captain on the pitch.
“Let us have a good game, yes?” the Costa Rican said smilling.
“Definitivamente (defenetly)” Harry replied smiling back at him and shaking his hand.
“Your team looks good, Axel train hard?” he asked in bad english.
“Muy fuerte (very hard)” Harry replied in bad spanish.
“Excelent” replied his opponent as they both flew up to their positions.
There was a whistle and the game began.
Ginny quickly took possesion of the Quaffle and dashed incredibly fast, but was intercepted just as quickly. The costarican Chaser waisted no time and moved towards Ron. Demelza went for the intercept but in an instant he passed to another teamate and a moment later there was a second pass, then a third. Lighthning fast passes ensewed and finnally a shot. Ron intercepted expertly. He threw it at Rose, but it was intercepted in the air and shot into the right ring.
“And Costa Rica opens the board” shouted the announcer.
Harry calmly sat on his broom. His mind knowing exactly where the Snitch was, but waiting patiently as he watched the game. The Costarican Seeker looked around the field for it ignoring the game completely.
“Score for England by Rose Riddle” shouted the announcer as have the stadium stood up cheering. Voldemort jumped up and down as did Lucius's unconcious form.
The game progressed intensely, neither side giving way. England showing speed and strength, Costa Rica, flawless teamwork and skill.
“This is shapping to be one great final, the teams seem very equally matched, thought their styles are completely different” said the announcer as Coote played a match of tennis with a Costarican Beater as they smacked a Bludger between them neither giving way or letting it hit one of their teammembers.
Suddenly Ginny, dove down and snatched the Quaffle from the opposition. She passed quickly to Rose who flew fast close to the ground. In an instant as she was going to be intercepted she passed to Demelza who flew passed her incredibly fast. In an instant the pass was completed and then she dashed to the left ring, at the last minute she threw the Quaffle back to the right. Ginny caught it and threw it into the right ring.
“Score a brilliant move by Ginny Weasley. The score is now 210 to 210” shouted the announcer.
“Great move sis” started Fred.
“Show them how it is done” added George.
Harry clapped but then saw something in his mind that distracted him. The Costarican Seeker was moving towards the Snitch. Harry dashed down at a fast pace but not using all his power. He flashed infront of the Seeker and threw him back in a tailspin. When he recuperated from the shock he had lost sight of the Snitch as Harry had planned.
The game grew longer as the sun came down. Harry could sense the physical and mental exhaustion on both teams. His team was aheand 350 to 340. Again he sensed that the Seeker move fast. He dashed towards him, this time though the Costarican didnt stop, they collided in mid air and both fell from their brooms. Ron saw this and dashed towards Harry. There was a score as he left the ring and the game was tied. Ginny and Rose took the Quaffle and dashed to the other end of the pitch ignoring Ron. They had worked to hard to be distracted. Ron reached Harry in time for him to lay a foot down on the tip of Ron´s broom and then jump down towards his broom. He caught it in the air and vanished. Harry reapeared several feet away and caught the opposing Seeker, then and instant later he had the Costarican broom in his hand.
“Here you go” he said placing the Seeker on his broom and then dashing back into the air. The Snitch was lost again, but there was a loud cheer, not only had Harry saved them spectacularly, but Ginny and Rose had scored and impressive goal in a tag team effort.
Moments later the Costarican Seeker had caught sight of the Snitch. Harry moved along side him now, then each tried pushing each other out of their flight path. Both extended their hands. Harry just flew a bit faster, still not using his full speed and then the Snitch dived straight down. Both followed, inches away from their grasp, then there was a crash. The Costarican Seeker flew up and in his hands was nothing. A cloud of dust stood on the ground a strong wind cleared the cloud all of a sudden. Harry stood on bended knee, his broom above his head intact. His knee was burried in the ground as was his foot. The stadium was in silence, Harry was frozen in place.
“Is he alive?”
“What happened?”
“Why isn't he moving?” along with many other questions were murmored in the crowd.
Suddenly Harry looked up and stood, he raised his right hand and in it stood a golden ball with fluttering wings. A giant smile of confidence in his face.
“Harry Potter has done it, he had caught the Snitch. England wins, England wins!!!” the announcer shouted at the top of his lungs. The stadium erupted in a cheer.
The final score was 500 to 350 as the Costa Rican team had scored at the last minute.
In Hogwarts the stadium was in a panic as everyone was jumping up and down and hugging each other.
“We won we bloody won” Lupin said jumping up and down.
“Remus, watch your language” McGonagall chimmed in, then she too jumped up and down and screamed. “we won, we bloody won”.
Throughout England parties were breaking out, and butterbeer was flowing like rain.
Even Voldemort was jumping up and down.
“Excelent, Britania, Britania. Britania rules” hissed Voldemort as he waved his wand.
His follower under the Imperius were jumping up and down and doing acrobatics.
In the stadium suddenly a chant began to emerge “Potter, Potter, Potter” the cheers were deafening.
Harry walked over leading his team to the podium where the trophy stood in all its glory. The German and British Ministers stood on either side of it.
“Mr. Potter, I wanted to present...” started the Scrimgour but the German Minister stepped forward and interrupted him.
“Harry Potter, on behalf of Germany and the World Quiddicth association I present you and your team with the World Cup. Congratulations!” he said brightly.
Harry stepped up and grasped the cup in his hands. He turned kissed it and lifted it above his head. The stadium erupted in cheers again. Then he passed it on to each of the team. The each took it held it and kissed it. They all flew down to the pitch and cheered in the middle of the field as the sky was filled with black dragons and the Union Jack.
Shadow looked up and roared his approval.
The cup finally came back to Harry.
“Now some words from the captain” said the German Minister as the spotlight focused on Harry and the stadium silenced.
Harry looked around nervously but then he felt Rose put her hand on his shoulder and he gained courage. He nodded and spoke up, his voice booming in the stadium and translated to every to corner of the planet.
“We stand in dark times, but despite that we stand together, we stand as one, we are the world. No war, no conflict, no hatred, no prejudice, no bias, we stand only as players, all equal under the same sky. We fight with no weapons, we fight to win. If wars were fought like this, with no victims, then we would live in a much better world. Let us promote the same feeling of brotherhood, justice, fair play, peace, and honor in all our lives not just on the pitch” he began as his words boomed, his face serious and honest.
Then he smilled, “That said, we won” he said as the stadium erupted.
“I want to thank my team without which none of this would have been possible. We all worked hard, and we all earned this” he said as his team bowed to the cheers.
“I want to thank the crowd, your cheers boosted us through all the games, we love you blokes” he continued to the crowd's deafening approval.
“I want to thank the World, the Ministries, and all the teams for bringing the Cup back. I hope the tradition is kept alive this time” he said as the cheers died down a bit.
“And finally I want to say, we dedicate this Cup to Peace, may it come soon. For God, Queen, and Country, Go England” he screamed and the stadium erupted again as the British anthem rang loud and clear over them.
Harry and his team took to the skies, Harry sitting on Shadows head with Rose behind him holding tight. The flew in the sky as the fireworks and celebrations began and continued well into the night.