"HELLOOOO ladies and gents, professors and half giants, welcome, welcome, welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year! I'm Dennis Creevey and today Gryffindor and Slytherin will battle it out in what I hope to be an intense journey of quidditch madness! If we're lucky there'll be heart sinking fumbles, a few injuries, and maybe even some good quidditch too! And here they come!"

Cheers erupt as the individual quidditch teams march onto the field.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin take their positions. Harry Potter and Dean Urquhart shake reluctant hands- personally it looked like more of a slap away but... Here's the toss up! And they're off!

"Ginny Weasley takes possession of the quaffle and zips down the line. Pass to minxy, Natalie MacDonald and then to Demelza Robins. OH! No! A bludger from that gorilla, Crabbe zips pass Robins' ear and she fumbles the ball!

"Graham Pritchard steals the fumble and makes a maddening dash to the Gryffindor goal posts! Weasley looks confident and ready! Pritchard shoots! And aw...tough luck. Slytherin makes it on the board with 10 points. Gryffindor 0."

Cheers erupt from the Slytherin side of the pitch.

"Ron Weasley passes to Ginny Weasley - these two carry on the sibling legacy of brilliant Gryffindor quidditch players since the 80's. Ginny dodges a bludger from Vincent Crabbe and hands the quaffle to Natalie MacDonald. MacDonald dodges through the Slytherin defences and shoots! OUCH, that pompous Henry Wilkes blocks the goal. Slytherin still in the lead."

"Wilkes hands off to Charles Vaisey. Pass to Graham Pritchard. Return to Vaisey. Pass to- A brilliant interception from Demelza Robins! Robins leads a chase, dodges bludger from both Slytherin Apes, I mean beaters! Here comes Vaisey hot on Demelza's tail - FLY FASTER! YES! A bludger from my man, Euan Abercrombie knocks Vaisey off course. Demelza passes to Ginny. Ginny SCORES! 10 point to Gryffindor. The game is now tied!"

"That mousey fellow, Dean Urgfart - What? What is it? Oh, what sort of name is- Sorry folks, that's Dean Urquhart. He takes the quaffle and offers a quick pass to Vaisey who takes a bludger from Katherine Spinks to the shoulder! The ball still in play is saved by Graham Pritchard who zips down the pitch. Pritchard dodges a bludger from Abercrombie and - SCORE! Slytherin leads 20 to 10."

"Natalie takes possession of the ball. She's a marvellous flier that MacDonald. She dodges a bludger from Gregory Goyle and passes off to Demelza Robins. Pass to Ginny Weasley. Weasley acts as if she's going to score bringing Wilkes further to his right. But no! She passes to MacDonald who makes an easy left post point for Gryffindor! Again the match is tied!"

"Graham Pritchard leads out quaffle. Passes to Urg- Urquhart who's intercepted by that lady in red, Natalie MacDonald! WELL DONE! MacDonald shoots and scores a second time in a row! Gryffindor leads 30 to 20!

"Again Pritchard leads out this time breaking through the Gryffindor defences and flying marvellously down the field. A bludger from pretty Miss Katherine Spinks hit's Pritchard's broom and he drops the quaffle! Charles Vaisey saves the fumble and shoots! No goal! IT's A NO GOAL! Thanks to the magnificent Ron Weasley!"

A short verse of Weasley is our King trickles from the stands.

"Robins leads out. Pass to Weasley - Weasley NO! Weasley misses the catch and Urquhart takes possession! Pass to Graham Pritchard then to Vaisey. Vaisey shoots and scores! Gah! We're now tied 30 to 30."

"MacDonald accepts the hand off and immediately drives it down the pitch. There's a back pass to Ginny Weasley who makes up for that last terrible terrible play and scores! Gryffindor now leads 40 to 30!"

"Alright, here comes Mr. Urk down the pitch. A bludger from Katherine Spinks is just too brilliant for him to dodge! Robins picks up the fumble and passes to Ginny Weasley. Weasley shoots and scores! Gryffindor still leads 50 to 30!"

"Wilkes hands off to Pritchard, pass to Urquhart. Urquhart tries to lead another speedy drive down the pitch. This time he dodges that nice bludger from Spinks. Ginny Weasley covers Urquhart but he does a shockingly good Porskoff Ploy to Charles Vaisey! Vaisey scores! Current score, Slytherin 40 - Gryffindor 50!"

"Weasley to Weasley. What's this? Weasley leads a Hawkshead Attacking Formation. Quaffle passes to MacDonald then to Robins. Weasley takes possession again and - SCORE! That's 60 points to Gryffindor!"

"Urquhart leads from the post. A lazy pass to Pritcha- YES! Interception made by Demelza Robins! Robins darts down the pitch a- OY! VAISEY! VAISEY, you can't do that! That's a FOUL!"

Hooch's whistle blows. A mixture of boo's and cheers leave the stands.

"Thank yooou! Hooch calls Slytherin on a blurting foul and Robin's will now take the penalty shot. She approaches the goal posts slowly before speeding up and driving furiously towards Wilkes. A fake and SCORE! Gryffindor still leads 70 to 40."

"Oh, the Slytherin team looks like a bunch of angry, angry hippos. Pritchard snatches the quaffle from Wilkes. I've a feeling there might be some nasty locker room quarrels after this. Heh. Alright, a hand off to Dean Urquhart. But look it here, MacDonald and Weasley block Urquhart in hoping that he'll pass the ball. But Urquhart takes an unexpected dive! Oh OUCH! On the ascend the Gryffindor Beaters send a magnificent Dopplebeater Defence with Urquhart's name on it! The quaffle is in free fall. It's falling, falling, - Someone get that bloody ball!!! Gah, saved by Charles Vaisey. Vaisey shoots and scores! Slytherin is still in the game with 50 points. Gryffindor 70."

"MacDonald takes possession and makes a mad dash across the pitch. Slytherin defence rounding quickly behind. Pass to Robins and a return to MacDonald! No, no, no! A bludger from Geoffrey Goyle - what? yeah him - sends MacDonald's broom into a tail spin! Quaffle is disorientatedly tossed to Ginny but is intercepted by Pritchard! Pritchard shoots - and HA! BRILLIANT SAVE by RON WEASLEY! No point! NO POINT!"

"Weasley to Weasley. Pass to Robins - Robins attempts to dodge a powerful bludger backbeat from Crabbe but LOSES the quaffle in the process!!! Vaisey steals the ball and darts back toward Gryffindor! Pass to Urquhart and a reverse to Pritchard- INTERCEPTION from MacDonald! THAT'S MY GIRL! MacDonald zips down the pitch and fakes a throw. Pass to Weasley and SCOOOREE! Gryffindor leads 80 to 50!!

"Pritchard leads out. Pass to Urquhart pass to Vaisey! There's a wobbly dodge of a well directed bludger from Katherine. But he still tries to shoot!"

Hooch's whistle blows. A collective aww and collective confusion leave the stands. A brief silence falls over the stadium

"What's this? Hooch is calling a haversacking foul on Slytherin! HA! THE POINT DOESN'T COUNT! That means Gryffindor will now get a penalty point! It looks like Natalie MacDonald will be taking the shot. She approaches the Slytherin goal posts and - Aw - nice save from Henry Wilkes."

"Oh-ho-ho did you see that? Wilkes and Vaisey seem to have exchanged some words before the Slytherin keeper lunged the ball at Vaisey's head. I guess that means Vaisey will lead out. They really need some anger management classes them Slytherins. Pass to Pritchard who dodges a bludger from Abercrombie another fine dodge from Spinks' bludger. Pritchard passes to Vaisey who passes to Urquhart. Shoot! HA! Another brilliant save by Weasley! The Gryffindor's game has been ace all match! It's because of the hard work they've been clocking in all term"

Another verse of Weasley is our king leaves the stands

"Current score is Gryffindor 80, Slytherin 50.... MacDonald leads out quaffle. Pass to Weasley - NO! Interception made by Urquhart and a quick hand off to Vaisey. Vaisey dodges bludger from Spinks and dives under Demelza Robins. Pass over the shoulder to Urquhart and he shoots!"

Cheers erupt from the stands and the singing grows in number

"WEASLEY saves another goal! TWICE IN A ROW! Brilliant! BLOODY BRILLIANT! HA! Did you see that professor!? Did you!? Score still stands 80 to 50 - Gryffindor in the lead."

"Alright, alright calm down people. We've got a lot more quidditch to go. Demelza Robins accepts the hand off. Pass to Ginny Weas-- Wait! WAIT A MINUTE! Harry Potter has taken a sudden dive! He sees the snitch! He sees it! I think this game's nearly finished folks! Malfoy's now joined him in the chase! THEY'RE NECK AND NECK!"

The noise from the stands is so loud Creevey's voice can barely be heard.

"Malfoy dodges a bludger from that oaf, Vincent Crabbe and NO! NO! NO!"

A few shrieks as well as great screams of joy fill the air.

"POTTER's BEEN HIT!POTTER'S BEEN HIT! HE'S DOWN! SHITE, WE'RE DOOMED!!!!"

The crowd gets progressively louder in noise.

"HE'S CAUGHT IT! Malfoy's caught the snitch! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!! SLYTHERIN WINS!"

Cheers, Hisses, Boo's, and other such noise leave the crowd.

"Final score Slytherin 200 |- Gryffindor 80. The games over - it's done! It's done! Slytherin wins. Slytherin bloody well wins. GRAH! Well played Gryffindor, well played. Better luck next time."

"This is Dennis Creevey, signing out. I think I'm going to be sick."

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Post-Game Injuries

Ginny Weasley - Grr! There seems to be a twinge of pain in your right ankle - but you don't remember getting hit with any bludger there. Maybe in the middle of that quick landing you did after the game you twisted it weird.

Katherine Spinks - Man! That was an awesome game - even if your team did lose. Maybe if you hadn't rotated your shoulder wrong near the end there you could have saved Potter from that dastardly bludger in the end. No worries, a dose of some stuff from Pomfrey and you'll be good in two to three hours.

Harry Potter - Gosh, Potter, you were so close! If only that bludger from behind hadn't caused you to temporarily black out causing you to plummet to the ground. Just your luck huh? Yeah, well aside from the deep tissue bruising to your left shoulder when you landed you managed to break your arm in three places. Did I mention the few scrapes on your face, too? Lucky you Pomfrey works miracles and you only had to stay in the infirmary for a night.

Charles Vaisey - Hey! Hey! Remember early on in the game how you were chasing that Robins' twat after she intercepted your pass and Abercrombie "knocked you back" with a bludger? Yeah, well the bludger left a really big bruise to your left torso and it hurts when you move your body a certain way. Speculation from team members suggests you've a broken rib. Pomfrey says it's just a bruise and she can have it cleared up in seven hours ... if you take the potion she gave you every hour on the hour. If not, then the treatment won't work and you'll show signs of discomfort for even longer.

Dean Urquhart - Man that bludger from Spinks in the 11th pass really got your elbow harder than you thought! You notice while in the lockers that it's doing this weird clicking thing that's not only painful but really kind of annoying.

Vincent Crabbe - Ha! Ha! Look at all these dolts in pain from the game. You, however, were not as clumsy as to get hurt on the field. Oh no, on the way off you stubbed your toe something fierce in the locker room and - well it hurt a lot.

Draco Malfoy - No injuries. Just the sheer pain of overjoyed victory. Oh, how it aches!