Ginny and Harry walked into the large rectangular building. Inside, there was a painted wooden floor with two hoops attached to a board that were attached to the ceiling, and bleachers on both sides.

"So, this basketball game is like Quidditch, but no brooms, no snitch, there's only one hoop on either side and it's sideways?" Ginny asked.

"Mostly. Also, there are some rules - you have to dribble the ball if you are moving, and you can block the other team, but nothing physical," Harry replied.

"And we are here again, why?" she asked.

"Because Dudley contacted me after his mother and father disowned him after his baby daughter made her bottle fly. As much as Vernon and Petunia tried, Dudley's son Rodney refuses to leave his family just because his sister is magical. He plays basketball for his high school team, and we are trying to make sure they know they have family, because Vernon and Petunia blamed this whole thing on me," said Harry.

"This whole thing? You mean a magical granddaughter? As far as I know, you didn't cheat on me with Dudley's wife, so why is it your fault? Oh, look, Rodney scored!" Ginny said, after watching the large, blonde young man snatch the ball away from the opposing team, and run down the court, putting the ball into the basket easily.

"Go, Rodney!"

"Hey, Harry, nice to see you here!" said Dudley, who had walked over after hearing someone cheer for his son.

"Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny!"

The couple were suddenly smothered by a very blonde version of Lily Evans, Harry's green eyes and all.

"You know, Gin, Daisy looks a little like Luna. I wonder if they are related?"

"True. If you and Luna had ever had a child, she might look just like Daisy," Ginny said, turning to Dudley. "Do you know if Lucy's family included anyone named Lovegood?"

"Oh, wow! Yeah, Lucy was telling me about one of her great-grandmother's who was named Nyctophilia Lovegood! They tell stories of her talking to the little people and telling them of skeletal horses that ate raw meat. Of course, they thought all of those stories were just fanciful bedtime stories," Dudley replied, excited about that.

"Really? Well, that explains quite a bit. We'll have to introduce you to Lu-" Harry got interrupted by a whistle blowing.

"No! That wasn't a foul! You can't foul by looking at someone!" yelled Ginny. She was upset by the whistle blown by a referee with red hair, who appeared to have said that Rodney held a player who ran by, a few feet away from him.

"Yeah, that ref doesn't like Rodney much. Daisy turned his hair green the last time we were at a game, and he must know something of magic, because he immediately blamed Rodney," Dudley said.

"That isn't fair!" declared Harry.

"No, it isn't, but his teammates don't put up with it. The ref'll get pelted with something or someone before the end of the game," Dudley said.

"Someone?" Ginny and Harry both turned to look at Dudley.

"David over there, the big one? He started to go down the last time a call like that got made and managed to take the ref with him," he said, laughing.

Ginny and Harry nodded, then returned to the game. They were quite interested in the talent and athleticism that Rodney displayed, and enjoyed some of the completely random things that happened, like the boy who dribbled the ball out of bounds off his foot.

"Well, Harry, I think that was fun, but a little slow," Ginny said at the end of the game.

"What was it missing?" Harry asked.

"Wheels? Broomsticks? Something to make them go faster?"

"Maybe next time, we'll go see Lucy play roller derby," said Harry. "That might be more exciting."