Ash Potter, Harry Ketchum?

By: Enja

Chapter: 11/ The Quidditch Match

“ASH! You need to eat.” I stared down at my food and then back up to Hermione. “Ash!”

“Do I have to?” Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Ash, you don’t understand. You need your strength otherwise you’ll get tired really fast and cost Gryffindor the match and possibly the Quidditch Cup!”

“Yeah, and it’s against Slytherin!” Ron added.

“I know, I know! It’s just…well…what if I fail? There is a lot of pressure, you know.”

“Oh Ash, you’ll do fine.”

“How do you know?” I snapped.

“Honestly! Boys are so stubborn…” I shot Hermione a glare and stuffed a piece of toast in my mouth.

“Happy?”

“Fine. Just eat a bit more!” I attempted to give my food a dirty look, but it just looked so tempting and I finally gave up and stuffed some in my mouth.

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I charged down the Hogwarts Grounds towards the Quidditch Pitch (with broom in hand). All of the team didn’t recognize me as Harry and completely ignored me. If they wanted to talk to me, they would refer to me as ‘kid’ or ‘seeker.’ It all bugged me, but at least they didn’t completely ignore me. As we came towards the gate the team, the team captain stopped, as did the rest of the team. I noticed the two twins on the team. They looked very much like Ron in some ways. Were they his brothers?

“Okay team, we HAVE to beat the Slytherin’s. That cup belongs to US this year! Ready?”

“READY!” The whole team called. The door in between the pitch and locker rooms lifted and the Gryffindor’s all mounted their brooms, all except me. I hesitated a bit, but on hearing the calls of some of the Gryffindor’s I mounted too.

At first I felt a bit shaky as I slightly hovered into the air. It seemed like the whole crowd’s eyes were on me, all laughing. I accidentally tapped my broom to the right, and miraculously it jerked that way. I leaned forwards and tipped the broom upwards. My eyes went wide as I exploded forwards at great speed.

I gritted my teeth. “Wwwwwwaaaahhhhhhh!” I zoomed around the pitch, grasping on the broom for dear life. “H-h-h-h-h-elp!” I stuttered as the broom continued to swiftly speed around the arena.

“KID! SIT UP MORE!” I looked towards the girl who was yelling at me. She was still staring at me. I nodded and obeyed her orders. Reluctantly, when I did sit up, the broom slowed down.

I sighed “Uhh…that’s much better.” I soared, slowly, through the terrain. I kept my eye out for the so-called ‘snitch’ that I was supposed to catch. It seemed to be hours and hours before a glint of gold caught my eye. I hadn’t seen this really small ball being used and identified it as most likely the snitch.

I leaned in forward a little bit to go faster. Before I knew it I was on the tail of the snitch. Ron was right. Ron and Hermione were right; it was pretty easy once you got the hang of it.

I chased the snitch a long time, but it just seemed to get faster. And moreover felt if I leaned any further I would fall off and hit the ground. The cool wind pierced my eyes and made them dry. I almost had the snitch in my hand when a green blur showed up next to me. He made a move for the snitch too, but missed. I had shoved him in the side.

He now glared at me, smirking with very terrible teeth showing. He seemed to be twice as big as me. This made it harder. I tried to incline more and not dive into the earth. It did make me go an insignificant amount faster without killing me.

The Slytherin seeker was now a bit behind. He was big, as I was small. My lightweight helped me move along faster. The pained expression on the Slytherin seeker grew and grew. “LOSE A FEW POUNDS THERE, TUBBY!” One of the twins’ called to him. I smiled at him and aimed towards the snitch.

“Just a bit further…come on Ash…” I said to myself. I clasped my hand over the snitch and slowed to a light hover. I let my hand open slightly, careful not to let the snitch loose. As I looked at the ball, claps and cheers started to appear in my ear.

“YEAH, GO ASH!” I heard Ron call from the stands. I had won the game. I WON THE GAME! I violently shot my hand in the air and smiled at the audience around me.

I sat in a cushy chair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Everybody around me was celebrating. Everybody now knew me in Gryffindor and maybe the whole school. No one knew what happened to Harry, and the teacher’s were now becoming somewhat worried. People started asking me. Though I did not know or was no familiar to anyone they did not kick me out of Hogwarts.

I sighed happily as I made my way into the boy’s dormitory.

A/n- well there’s another chapter. This one is probably the longest one yet. I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews? C’mon, you know you want to!