Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than my fanfic plot and I am definitively not JKR. If I were, Ginny and Draco would have ended up together and Harry could have married someone else.

Ginny's POV

"Calm down Harry," I said, rolling my eyes at how worked up he was getting about an easy game, "you've faced Voldemort several times, I'm sure you can handle this Quiddich match and it's not even an important one. Besides, Malfoy is the best flyer on the Slytherin team and he's not at Hogwarts so he can't play."

"That's the point Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, "Malfoy's not playing, so they have to have found a replacement seeker and none of know who it is or how well they play. I know Malfoy's technique, but this seeker is going to be completely unfamiliar."

I sighed, turning my back on my boyfriend and resumed eating my toast. I love him to death of course, but there was no reasoning with him when he was in this mood. I was nervous for this game of course, being a chaser on the Gryffindor team, but it was pointless to get so worked up over the first game of the season.

As breakfast came to an end, Harry stood up; already wearing his Quiddich robes, and instantly the rest of the team rose as well. We walked down towards the Quiddich pitch to finish changing for the match and to go through the game plan again.

"All right team," Harry started, his voice sounding superficially confident, "I know this is the first game of the season and all, but I think we have a really great chance at the cup this year. Now the Slytherin team has a new seeker so, especially this game, chasers; you need to score as many goals as you can and Ron; you need to keep the quaffle out of our goalposts. Beaters; stay focused on the new seeker when the snitch is spotted, I need some time to see how he or she plays during this game and we can't let Slytherin win-"

Harry broke off when he saw the Slytherin team walking towards us led by Blaise Zabini.

"Potter," Zabini spat, looking at our team with disdain, "is this the best team you could come up with now that most of your house has left the school?"

Harry stood stunned while the rest of us looked at him expectantly, waiting for a retort.

"What's the matter Potter?" Zabini sneered, "Just realized that your team has no chance against us? It's about time you noticed."

"Look who's talking Zabini," I intervened, trying to draw attention away from Harry, "couldn't your house come up with a better seeker than Death Eater scum? How will you be able to play once you're locked up in Azkaban along with your parents?"

Zabini's sneer turned into look of hatred, "You don't know what you're talking about you stupid blood traitor -" He was cut off by Madam Hooch blowing the whistle signaling for the teams to get ready for the game to start.

I grabbed my broom and started towards the middle of the pitch, grinning as my teammates congratulated me on my comeback.

I felt someone bump in to me and turned around to see Zabini. "We'll see just who's smiling at the end of the day," he hissed before returning to where the rest of the Slytherin team was standing, getting into position to start the match.

A chill ran down my spine, but I ignored it. I couldn't let him get to me before the match.

The match raged on, soon the score was 90-50 for Gryffindor and I was proud scored seven of the nine goals. The snitch had yet to be sighted but Zabini was actually a pretty flier. He kept Harry on his toes, circling the pitch like a hawk.

Suddenly Zabini dove, streaking towards the Gryffindor goalposts with Harry right behind him. I drew a breath and yelled for the beaters to keep track of them. When Harry wasn't there, I was usually looked to as the second captain.

Most of the chasing game play had stopped and we were all watching the seekers to see who would catch the snitch. Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor beaters were in close pursuit, bats in hand and ready to hit a bludger towards the opposing team's seeker and away from their teammate.

The snitch suddenly dropped and both Harry and Zabini were forced to make a swift dive, Harry's slightly better and faster than Zabini's. Seemingly out of nowhere, a bludger came hurtling towards Harry and caught him on the back of his head with a sickening crack, throwing him off his broom.

Thanks to Hermione's quick thinking and reaction time, Harry was able to float gently towards the ground, but he was already unconscious by the time he landed.

I landed my broom swiftly and ran towards him. Hermione levitated Harry onto a conjured stretcher and steered him quickly towards the Hospital Wing, the rest of the team following and the match forgotten.

Madam Pomfrey was not pleased when an entire team of Quiddich players marched into the Hospital Wing, but she instructed Hermione to set Harry down on a bed and started to examine him.

After a few minutes, she informed us that Harry would be fine; he just needed to rest and take a few potions when he woke up.

The team sighed with relief and left the Hospital Wing, all except for myself, Ron and Hermione. I moved to sit beside Harry's bed and took his hand lightly in mine. When I did so, I found something hard already in it.

Opening Harry's hand gently I was shocked to discover the golden snitch, its wings fluttering lightly. We had won the match! Trust Harry to catch the snitch even after falling unconscious. I laughed and showed Ron and Hermione whose jaws dropped with shock before they too burst into laughter.

Madam Pomfrey came over and shooed us out of the Hospital Wing, insisting that Harry needed his rest and that we would wake him up, so we left, still giggling at this incredulousness of it all.

I wandered down towards the Quiddich pitch; I needed to put my broom away as I had left it to follow Harry to the Hospital Wing. Ron and Hermione had returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron after begging me to collect his broom as well.

As I stepped onto the pitch, I heard voices coming from behind the Gryffindor change house. "Stupid Potter can't stay on his broom this one match. It would have been perfect, but now how are we supposed to grab his little girlfriend?"

I gasped, Harry had warned me that Voldemort's supporters might try to use me against him, but I never dreamed that anything like this would ever happen.

"What's that noise?" One of the voices asked, and I cursed myself for having made any sound. I started to back away as quietly as possible, but I was too late.

A tall man in a black cloak appeared from behind the change house. I turned to run, but he pointed his want at me. "Stupefy," he said in a casual voice, "well, isn't this our lucky day." That was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness.