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Chapter Nine: Red Rum, Red Hands
Oh, he’s spotted it,” said Blaise from behind her, his voice giddy with anticipation.
“Who?” asked Parvati.
There was no answer, because Harry and Cedric both seemed to dive in unison, robes snapping in the wind after what must be the Snitch near the ground, far too small to see.
“Now, the technique Potter’s using’s called a Spiral Dive—” Blaise began.
“Shhh,” said Parvati, almost dangling over the railing. “They’re so close!”
The two Seekers were neck and neck, hands outstretched, pressing themselves flatter against their brooms—
Then they both pulled up. Hard. The Snitch must have slipped away.
“Well, wasn’t that hair-raising?” called Lee, and the stadium cheered in approval. “It’s still anyone’s game, sixty to eighty, Gryffindor to Hufflepuff — but Johnson’s currently doing her best to make that score even.”
The tension in Harry’s shoulders as he rose was clear even from far away. The Gryffindor stands yelled encouragement, but he seemed indifferent, unhearing as he watched the swarming chaos of red and yellow below. Cedric looked similarly contemplative.
And then, it happened.
Cedric dove.
“Diggory spotted the Snitch!” called Lee. “With Potter in pursuit — no, where’s Potter, why’s he just sitting there? Earth to Potter!”
“Why isn’t he following?” asked Parvati, the wind from Cedric plummeting blowing her hair back from her face.
She was right; Harry was just sitting there, casual as you please.
What if something’s wrong?
“Wronski Feint,” Blaise supplied. “At least, that’s what Diggory’s attempting. But Harry knows there’s nothing down there.”
Indeed, Harry’s face was tilted towards the sky, scanning the clouds with a tense, quiet determination.
Is that really what he’s doing?
Gryffindor plays Hufflepuff, but, believe it or not, Harry and Cedric's last match-up is far from the most exciting event this Saturday. Read from the beginning at FFN|AO3!
Chapter Nine: Red Rum, Red Hands
Oh, he’s spotted it,” said Blaise from behind her, his voice giddy with anticipation.
“Who?” asked Parvati.
There was no answer, because Harry and Cedric both seemed to dive in unison, robes snapping in the wind after what must be the Snitch near the ground, far too small to see.
“Now, the technique Potter’s using’s called a Spiral Dive—” Blaise began.
“Shhh,” said Parvati, almost dangling over the railing. “They’re so close!”
The two Seekers were neck and neck, hands outstretched, pressing themselves flatter against their brooms—
Then they both pulled up. Hard. The Snitch must have slipped away.
“Well, wasn’t that hair-raising?” called Lee, and the stadium cheered in approval. “It’s still anyone’s game, sixty to eighty, Gryffindor to Hufflepuff — but Johnson’s currently doing her best to make that score even.”
The tension in Harry’s shoulders as he rose was clear even from far away. The Gryffindor stands yelled encouragement, but he seemed indifferent, unhearing as he watched the swarming chaos of red and yellow below. Cedric looked similarly contemplative.
And then, it happened.
Cedric dove.
“Diggory spotted the Snitch!” called Lee. “With Potter in pursuit — no, where’s Potter, why’s he just sitting there? Earth to Potter!”
“Why isn’t he following?” asked Parvati, the wind from Cedric plummeting blowing her hair back from her face.
She was right; Harry was just sitting there, casual as you please.
What if something’s wrong?
“Wronski Feint,” Blaise supplied. “At least, that’s what Diggory’s attempting. But Harry knows there’s nothing down there.”
Indeed, Harry’s face was tilted towards the sky, scanning the clouds with a tense, quiet determination.
Is that really what he’s doing?
Gryffindor plays Hufflepuff, but, believe it or not, Harry and Cedric's last match-up is far from the most exciting event this Saturday. Read from the beginning at FFN|AO3!