The Memories That Linger
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,695
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8
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Quidditch Game
The Memories That Linger
Written By : SignedAngel
Published Date - 7/01/05
+ Chapter One - The Quidditch Game +
A year after the eighteen year old Harry Potter graduated Hogwarts, he found himself standing on the perfect grassy field an hour before the Quidditch Practice before his first professional game. His stomach was churning and flipping in every which way as shouts came from the other end of the stadium from the captain. He wanted to go to bed.
\"Get your head in the practice, Potter! It\'s your first game! Pay attention!\" Shouted the esteemed captain of the London Fear. Harry flipped around, catching sight of the captain down field. He nodded even though Captain Straynes probably didn\'t see it. He switched his Firebolt 2.3 around and bolted towards the sky, the wind wiping his jet black hair out of his face.
Harry hovered over the empty stadium. Trying to catch sight of the Practice Snitch (A Snitch that can be controlled by a normal wand; often used for practices to send into the hands of the releaser once the practice has ended) and tried to clear his mind of all the worries that awaited him in a short amount of time.
A horn sounded from the opposite end of the field. Captain Straynes waved his hand in the air, and the team of six Quidditch Players (not counting the captain) flew towards him. They landed softly, trying to avoid the mud from a recent storm. Straynes cleared his throat.
\"As we all know...\" he started, his eyes falling onto Harry Potter who was at the back of the pack. \"As we all know, our newest team member has just joined the team and this is his first game. Now we\'ve got to let the other team warm up before the game. It starts prompty at 3:30 P.M. If I don\'t get a chance to talk to you before the game starts, I want you all to know you\'re the best team I\'ve ever pulled together, and best of luck to you all.\"
The team slouched out of the stadium just as the French Team started walking on. Harry thought his knees were going to give out. He\'d kill for a hot glass of Butterbeer, and a nap. He sat on the benches as the rest of the team chatted merrilly. He felt like an outcast.
Ever since he graduated Hogwarts a year prior to his part time Quidditch Career, Voldemort quickly gained power with Dumbledor out of the way. The World was lucky to still have Quidditch Games. Most people hid in fear. It wasn\'t uncommon to hear about another death caused by Voldemort or one of his followers.
Ever since Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger were killed, people avoided Harry when they could, fearing that associating with him would anger the Always-Watching Voldemort. Harry was lucky to even be on the team. Harry lived alone in an apartment that he put as many protecting precautions on as the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix did.
He laid down, his eyes scanning the ceiling trying to make the time pass quicker. He worried about the wellfare of the people that would come to the game, if any. He considered ditching the game. He didn\'t even care about it anymore.
\"Hey, Potter? Why so glum? Worried about Uncle Voldie coming and attacking your girlfriend durring the game?\" A small girl snapped from inside the tight nit circle of the rest of the players. This peticular girl had a horse like face and was paler than a full moon. Her husband was also a Death Eater. One of the more open members, too. \"I\'m sorry, I forgot. She\'s dead.\"
A faint pink glow came across Harry\'s face as he clenched his fists that were resting on his chest. He tried to ignore the taunting voice. She cackled bravely in his circle of friends. If she was alone, he\'d kill her.
\"If I were you, Victoria, I\'d shut your ignorant horse-like mouth before I come over there and punch you so hard, God will feel it.\" Harry said quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the ceiling, and concentrate on something happy to keep himself from exploding at people.
\"Oh, making threats are you now? You don\'t want Voldemort to hear about that, would you now?\" She said in the most seductive voice she could, which would probably be like a car horn. Harry bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood inside his mouth, he stopped. He stood up.
\"I know what you\'re trying to do, Victoria. It\'s not going to work, either.\" Harry answered, grabbing his glasses in which he took off moments before and headed out the door. \"Maybe some sort of food can calm my nerves, and my temper.\" He said to himself, rounding the corner quickly.
And before he knew it he was sprawled out on the ground. He was in such a rush he collided head on with a girl who must have worked in the Snack Shack. She was carring a giant box. She had already picked up her box and the belongings inside before Harry could say or do anything. She scampered away.
\"Wow... that was odd.\" He muttered to himself, standing up and straghtning his Quidditch Robes and continued on the path towards the place were some snacks were to be sold. He approached the counter, and sat down on a stool. A small gasp and the crash of broken glass came from behind the counter. The same girl Harry ran into was standing behind the counter.
\"Oh my God!\" she cried, stepping back into the back counter until her back rested nervously again it. \"You\'re Harry Potter!\" She exclaimed quietly, looking around expect Voldemort to pop out from the middle of no where.
Harry rolled his eyes. He should be used to the occurance of strangers being fasinated with him. He laid his elbows against the counter boredly. \"I\'m aware of that, could I have a small Butterbeer?\" He questioned, dropping a few coins on the counter.
The girl nervously stepped forward, outstretching her hand and sliding the coins off the table and dropped them in a little bag on her hip. She sidled across the bar and tried to keep her back away from him while making his order. Harry wasn\'t pleased and banged his head against the shiny bar.
\"Listen, you don\'t have to be scared of me. I\'m not the one to worry about.\" Harry answered softly, his head still on the bar. \"The only person I want to hurt is Voldemort.\"
The girl behind the counter whimpered softly and turned her back to finish his Butterbeer. She brought it back to the bar and set it before him. He looked up and muttered a quiet whisper of thanks and taking a long drink.
He dapped at his mouth with a nakpin he extracted from the holder and set down his flask on the bar again. He cleared his throat; \"So you know my name, what\'s yours?\" he asked poiletly. The girl stopped in her tracks as if no one had ever asked her that before.
\"Erica.\" she whispered, keeping her voice barely audible. \"My name is Erica.\" She blushed and tried to make herself look busy with something under the counter. Harry smirked at her nervous actions, and hopped down from the stool and downed the last of his Butterbeer.
\"Well, Erica, I\'ve got to go get ready for the Quidditch Game. Are going to come and watch?\" He questioned, stretching his arms into the air. Erica nibbled on her lower lip. She looked towards the door in the back of the bar and back towards Harry.
\"I\'m not sure if I can leave...\" she answered softly, lacing her fingers together under her chin. \"Well, maybe for a little while.\"
+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+
Harry and the newly met Erica walked back up the path towards the Stadium. They opened the doors and were imediatly met with a giant roaring applause, cheering, hooting and a large assortment of other favours to the teams. The London Fear team was already in the middle of the field looking angry at a certain seeker\'s absence.
\"Shit.\" Harry muttered. \"Sorry, Erica. I don\'t mean to run off like this but I\'ve got to go grab my broom and get to the field. Nice meeting you.\" He said, dashing off towards the locker rooms. Erica shrugged and turned towards the path to the bar again.
Harry slid into the London Fear\'s locker room and grabbed his broom from his locker and dashed onto the field. \"Sorry about being late. Lost track of time.\" He muttered, heaving over and catching his breath.
\"Harry this isn\'t a good way to show how devoted you are to this team.\" Captain Straynes snapped coldly. Harry felt his cheeks warm, and redden slightly. He keep his head hung low, avoiding eye contact with any of the players.
A whistle sounded, and the players mounted their brooms. A second whistle, and the two dark Bludgers and the Snitch were released into the sky. Harry tried to keep his eyes on the Snitch,but it disappeared in the haze. The French Quidditch team was tough, and they had their eyes on the sky.
The third whistle sounded, and the fourteen players rose into the sky...
+ To Be Continued In Chapter Two +
For Every Reviewer on this Fan Fiction, I\'ll give you a cookie. And I\'ll review your story, or a few of your stories. I will update this every week or so.
SignedAngel
Disclaimer : I don\'t own Harry Potter, I am just using him
a nice little fan fiction that I like to waste my time on. J.K
Rowling owns all the characters other than the only orgie
Character in the plot at the moment, Erica. No money\'s
given to SignedAngel for writing this fanfiction. The only
thing I\'m getting is a little enjoyment. All rights reserved
to the Author, and the only thing I have done is made my
own plot, and added a few characters. Thank you
have an erotic day. SignedAngel
Written By : SignedAngel
Published Date - 7/01/05
+ Chapter One - The Quidditch Game +
A year after the eighteen year old Harry Potter graduated Hogwarts, he found himself standing on the perfect grassy field an hour before the Quidditch Practice before his first professional game. His stomach was churning and flipping in every which way as shouts came from the other end of the stadium from the captain. He wanted to go to bed.
\"Get your head in the practice, Potter! It\'s your first game! Pay attention!\" Shouted the esteemed captain of the London Fear. Harry flipped around, catching sight of the captain down field. He nodded even though Captain Straynes probably didn\'t see it. He switched his Firebolt 2.3 around and bolted towards the sky, the wind wiping his jet black hair out of his face.
Harry hovered over the empty stadium. Trying to catch sight of the Practice Snitch (A Snitch that can be controlled by a normal wand; often used for practices to send into the hands of the releaser once the practice has ended) and tried to clear his mind of all the worries that awaited him in a short amount of time.
A horn sounded from the opposite end of the field. Captain Straynes waved his hand in the air, and the team of six Quidditch Players (not counting the captain) flew towards him. They landed softly, trying to avoid the mud from a recent storm. Straynes cleared his throat.
\"As we all know...\" he started, his eyes falling onto Harry Potter who was at the back of the pack. \"As we all know, our newest team member has just joined the team and this is his first game. Now we\'ve got to let the other team warm up before the game. It starts prompty at 3:30 P.M. If I don\'t get a chance to talk to you before the game starts, I want you all to know you\'re the best team I\'ve ever pulled together, and best of luck to you all.\"
The team slouched out of the stadium just as the French Team started walking on. Harry thought his knees were going to give out. He\'d kill for a hot glass of Butterbeer, and a nap. He sat on the benches as the rest of the team chatted merrilly. He felt like an outcast.
Ever since he graduated Hogwarts a year prior to his part time Quidditch Career, Voldemort quickly gained power with Dumbledor out of the way. The World was lucky to still have Quidditch Games. Most people hid in fear. It wasn\'t uncommon to hear about another death caused by Voldemort or one of his followers.
Ever since Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger were killed, people avoided Harry when they could, fearing that associating with him would anger the Always-Watching Voldemort. Harry was lucky to even be on the team. Harry lived alone in an apartment that he put as many protecting precautions on as the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix did.
He laid down, his eyes scanning the ceiling trying to make the time pass quicker. He worried about the wellfare of the people that would come to the game, if any. He considered ditching the game. He didn\'t even care about it anymore.
\"Hey, Potter? Why so glum? Worried about Uncle Voldie coming and attacking your girlfriend durring the game?\" A small girl snapped from inside the tight nit circle of the rest of the players. This peticular girl had a horse like face and was paler than a full moon. Her husband was also a Death Eater. One of the more open members, too. \"I\'m sorry, I forgot. She\'s dead.\"
A faint pink glow came across Harry\'s face as he clenched his fists that were resting on his chest. He tried to ignore the taunting voice. She cackled bravely in his circle of friends. If she was alone, he\'d kill her.
\"If I were you, Victoria, I\'d shut your ignorant horse-like mouth before I come over there and punch you so hard, God will feel it.\" Harry said quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the ceiling, and concentrate on something happy to keep himself from exploding at people.
\"Oh, making threats are you now? You don\'t want Voldemort to hear about that, would you now?\" She said in the most seductive voice she could, which would probably be like a car horn. Harry bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood inside his mouth, he stopped. He stood up.
\"I know what you\'re trying to do, Victoria. It\'s not going to work, either.\" Harry answered, grabbing his glasses in which he took off moments before and headed out the door. \"Maybe some sort of food can calm my nerves, and my temper.\" He said to himself, rounding the corner quickly.
And before he knew it he was sprawled out on the ground. He was in such a rush he collided head on with a girl who must have worked in the Snack Shack. She was carring a giant box. She had already picked up her box and the belongings inside before Harry could say or do anything. She scampered away.
\"Wow... that was odd.\" He muttered to himself, standing up and straghtning his Quidditch Robes and continued on the path towards the place were some snacks were to be sold. He approached the counter, and sat down on a stool. A small gasp and the crash of broken glass came from behind the counter. The same girl Harry ran into was standing behind the counter.
\"Oh my God!\" she cried, stepping back into the back counter until her back rested nervously again it. \"You\'re Harry Potter!\" She exclaimed quietly, looking around expect Voldemort to pop out from the middle of no where.
Harry rolled his eyes. He should be used to the occurance of strangers being fasinated with him. He laid his elbows against the counter boredly. \"I\'m aware of that, could I have a small Butterbeer?\" He questioned, dropping a few coins on the counter.
The girl nervously stepped forward, outstretching her hand and sliding the coins off the table and dropped them in a little bag on her hip. She sidled across the bar and tried to keep her back away from him while making his order. Harry wasn\'t pleased and banged his head against the shiny bar.
\"Listen, you don\'t have to be scared of me. I\'m not the one to worry about.\" Harry answered softly, his head still on the bar. \"The only person I want to hurt is Voldemort.\"
The girl behind the counter whimpered softly and turned her back to finish his Butterbeer. She brought it back to the bar and set it before him. He looked up and muttered a quiet whisper of thanks and taking a long drink.
He dapped at his mouth with a nakpin he extracted from the holder and set down his flask on the bar again. He cleared his throat; \"So you know my name, what\'s yours?\" he asked poiletly. The girl stopped in her tracks as if no one had ever asked her that before.
\"Erica.\" she whispered, keeping her voice barely audible. \"My name is Erica.\" She blushed and tried to make herself look busy with something under the counter. Harry smirked at her nervous actions, and hopped down from the stool and downed the last of his Butterbeer.
\"Well, Erica, I\'ve got to go get ready for the Quidditch Game. Are going to come and watch?\" He questioned, stretching his arms into the air. Erica nibbled on her lower lip. She looked towards the door in the back of the bar and back towards Harry.
\"I\'m not sure if I can leave...\" she answered softly, lacing her fingers together under her chin. \"Well, maybe for a little while.\"
+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+
Harry and the newly met Erica walked back up the path towards the Stadium. They opened the doors and were imediatly met with a giant roaring applause, cheering, hooting and a large assortment of other favours to the teams. The London Fear team was already in the middle of the field looking angry at a certain seeker\'s absence.
\"Shit.\" Harry muttered. \"Sorry, Erica. I don\'t mean to run off like this but I\'ve got to go grab my broom and get to the field. Nice meeting you.\" He said, dashing off towards the locker rooms. Erica shrugged and turned towards the path to the bar again.
Harry slid into the London Fear\'s locker room and grabbed his broom from his locker and dashed onto the field. \"Sorry about being late. Lost track of time.\" He muttered, heaving over and catching his breath.
\"Harry this isn\'t a good way to show how devoted you are to this team.\" Captain Straynes snapped coldly. Harry felt his cheeks warm, and redden slightly. He keep his head hung low, avoiding eye contact with any of the players.
A whistle sounded, and the players mounted their brooms. A second whistle, and the two dark Bludgers and the Snitch were released into the sky. Harry tried to keep his eyes on the Snitch,but it disappeared in the haze. The French Quidditch team was tough, and they had their eyes on the sky.
The third whistle sounded, and the fourteen players rose into the sky...
+ To Be Continued In Chapter Two +
For Every Reviewer on this Fan Fiction, I\'ll give you a cookie. And I\'ll review your story, or a few of your stories. I will update this every week or so.
SignedAngel
Disclaimer : I don\'t own Harry Potter, I am just using him
a nice little fan fiction that I like to waste my time on. J.K
Rowling owns all the characters other than the only orgie
Character in the plot at the moment, Erica. No money\'s
given to SignedAngel for writing this fanfiction. The only
thing I\'m getting is a little enjoyment. All rights reserved
to the Author, and the only thing I have done is made my
own plot, and added a few characters. Thank you
have an erotic day. SignedAngel