"In today's semi final we have the English team against the finalists from last world cup, the Bulgarians. And here they come now, headed by Captain Victor Krum, Levski, Zograf, Vulchanov, Dimitrov, Ivanova and Volkow. And here come the English. Lead by their captain Edric Vosper, Frisby, Withey, Hawksworth, Flitney, Choudry and Potter.

Time for the toss and it is a call of heads by Krum and heads it is. He decides to fly to the North. They kick off into the air and the balls are let out of the box. They await the referee's whistle, and there it is, we are off."

What Harry thought were nerves were quickly replaced by excitement. He was off. He saw Krum fly in the opposite direction in search of the snitch. He found the crowd somewhat distracting, it was a huge stadium. He wondered whether Hermione was here.

It was then that a stray bludger came hurtling towards him, just in time Withey raced in and beat the bludger away.

"Fuck me sideways with a telegraph pole, watch yourself Harry." And he was off, he was known around the team for his language and humour.

That was his cue to switch on. He blocked out the buzz of the crowd and focussed on the game. He saw Krum flying low and to the left so he decided to fly in close to him.

Meanwhile the seekers from both teams were battling it out fiercely,

"Vosper, to Hawksworth, back to Vosper, long pass to Flintly but its intercepted by Levski who streaks down the field with the Quaffle. The Chasers from England are in toe but its no use, he is too fast. Choudry belts a bludger but Levski avoids it with a sharp roll. He hurls it towards the posts and a great save their by Frisby, he really is a marvellous Keeper. Frisby hurls the ball out to Hawksworth who makes a lovely switch play with Vosper who has thrown off the defence and streaks off down field. He moves in and away, draws Zograf out and GOOOOOOAAAAALLLLL. Into the right post, that's the first points of the game. 10-nil to England."

Harry allowed himself a smile as he listened to the commentary.

It took Harry half an hour into the game but there it was, the snitch, he saw it. Streaking off down field he drew Krums attention. He swerved in and out of the other players as he held Krum off. He was closing in on the snitch when a bludger broke his concentration and nearly his head. Once he looked back the snitch was gone. Krum however screamed past him and entered a rapid decent. Harry, desperate to stay with him shot after the black clothed bullet and streaked out towards the ground. His instincts told him something was wrong though, the bludger should have put Krum off too. He was ready for it in the end. The dive, the bail out at the last second. Wronski Feint. Harry, ever light on his broom easily pulled out of the decent and avoided hitting the turf. He shot past a shocked Krum and resumed his search. He could hear the crowds mixed reaction to the attempted Feint, a mix of boos and cheers. Harry chuckled to himself, he was actually having fun.

Over the course of the next 20 minutes and some fierce flying from the chasers the score was locked up at 60-all. The Bulgarians were playing with their usual flair while the English were doing well the shut them down. The stand out player so far was Vosper who was daring in defence and creative in attack. Harry still had no luck with the snitch despite another close call.

There it was, Harry saw it. Krum was out the other side of the stadium. It was Harry's chance to steal the game for his country. He sped off, the rest of the game stopped. One of the Bulgarian chasers took off after him and another flew in from the side. Harry zig zagged as he kept his focus. He swung in a long arc as the snitch moved suddenly. It gave the chasers the chance they needed. They closed in on him from both sides. Harry was still zooming along after the snitch but he had nowhere to go, they had boxed him in. He saw the bludger coming a second too late, hit by a Beater he didn't see. Crack. White. Black.

Hermione willed Harry on as he flew after the snitch.

"Go Babe Go!" She screamed as he closed in.

The snitch moved suddenly. Harry turned in a fairly long arc and flew back the other way. Something was wrong. Harry didn't seem to realise that he was being surrounded. Or if he did it was too late. The two Chasers closed in on him. Then she saw it. The Beater lining him up. Volchanov belted the bludger in Harry's direction and Hermione watched in horror as it connected with Harry's skull. Time stood still for Hermione as her boyfriend's limp form fell 30 metres towards the ground, the scream in her throat that just wouldn't come out. She was frozen.

He left a trail of blood through the air as he fell. Hermione found her voice, it seemed to pierce the silence of the crowd.

Harry had a splitting headache. He felt as if his skull was busted open. He heard voices. They didn't sound all that far away but Harry couldn't make out what they were saying. All he could feel was pain, he didn't dare move. He tried to open his eyes, no chance. The light made his headache scream, a fire in behind his eyes. He knew he was laying down, he just didn't know where. He could feel the sheets wrapped around him and pressure on his right hand. He tried to think back, the last thing he remembered was Quidditch. A bludger, maybe. He didn't really care at the very moment. The now was important. Where was he? He would try again. He opened his left eye a fraction, the light seared his eye but he persisted. The right one followed and he got them about halfway when he heard a particular voice.

"Harry!" It exclaimed. He felt a squeeze on his hand. He opened his eyes and rolled slightly to see her.

"Hello my darling." He replied groggily.

"How do you feel. No don't get up." Hermione put her hand on Harry's chest as he tried to sit up. "You need to rest love."

"What happened to me? Am I in hospital again." Harry thought back to the times he had spent in the Hospital wing at Hogwarts, too many to count in his current state.

"Oh it was horrible Harry. They boxed you in then hit you with a bludger. You have been in a coma for 12 hours. And you have missed a fair bit. It was a dog act Harry, completely gutless."

"What happened to the game?" Harry asked.

"Its been postponed. But lets not worry about that, how do you feel?" Hermione answered him.

"Like I've been hit by a train. What happened with the match?" Harry really needed to know, he had feared that he had let down his country but it seems it may not have been the case.

"Well as I said it has been a big 12 hours. When you hit the ground Krum was the first one to your side. He abandoned his part in the game for then. He is part of the reason you are doing so well now. Anyway once you were in the hands on the medic he refused to take a further part in the game. He screamed at his players in Bulgarian then had a heated discussion with the referee. He then stormed off the field and wasn't seen on the field again. They tried to play for a while but as there was no replacement for Bulgaria and you were the reserve for England the match was postponed until tomorrow. Krum is also said to have stood down all of the players involved in the incident. As I said, it has been a big 12 hours." Hermione explained.

"Now, you can't go anywhere yet because they need to fix your skull. Now they needed you to wake up to start treatment as they are going to use a combination of potions and spells. I'm sorry honey, I have to go now, they need to fix you. I love you." Hermione kissed him on the cheek and left the ward.

Krum was the first to his aid, and he stopped the game. He was a good friend to Harry. He picked up the paper next to him. 'Thuggery and Cheating not for all Bulgarians, Krum takes a stand after Potter Injury.' He put the paper down and saw a Mediwizard at the end of his bed.

"Great." He said to himself.

Harry had had a busy afternoon. Sitting up in his bed he had a steady stream of visitors since his treatment had finished. First was Krum who wanted to apologize for what happened to him and promised he would try to make it up to Harry. Next was his team mates who also showed their consonances about what had happened. They informed him that they were going to try and get Charlie Weasley to replace him on short notice. Harry was glad it was going to someone he knew would do a good job. There had apparently been a mass of reporters trying to get into the ward but they were stopped by some security wizards. Unfortunately the rest of his team couldn't avoid them. Hermione went called he parents to give Harry some much needed peace and quiet. As long as he sleeps we he should make a full recovery the Mediwizard said. He was a bit relieved. He was even more relieved when he was told that he was not allowed to play tomorrow because of his medical condition, a weight off his shoulders. Playing Quidditch for England was great but it was so stressful, Harry was looking forward to a relatively stress free part of his life. The mediwizard went on to outline the long list of injuries that he had obtained during his fall, mostly broken bones and a concussion. The great news, he would be better by this afternoon. The better news, he would be going home by tomorrow.

Home of course was Sirius's old house. It had been a house before but Hermione had made it feel like a home. With Kretcher's help he and Hermione had turned the inside into a beautiful place to live. Harry was busy at the moment putting a huge immaculate bathroom in the house with his pay check from this world cup. A bathroom where you could swim in the bath, if you wanted to. It was mostly modelled on the bath in the prefects room at Hogwarts. Of an afternoon Hermione was often in the kitchen. Under Kretcher's watchful eye Hermione had become a great cook, it was her new passion. Cooking then giving what they didn't eat to beggars on the street, the muggle ones too. Harry had tried his hand at cooking but unfortunately all the practice he had had at the Dursley's had deserted him, he wasn't very good.

After a long doze Hermione appeared at his bedside table. She just sat with him while he slept and when he woke she just chatted with him. He felt so lucky to have her. He told her about the dread that she went through when he was falling and the fear that it was so much worse than what it was. Harry could tell she wasn't lying and the fact that he meant so much to her made him tear up.

"We should go for a walk." Harry said finally.

They stepped outside into the garden at the hospital. In actual fact it was a bunch of walkways with white lattice lining it surrounded by plants. This garden was full of blues and yellows and pinks. The brightness of the colours brought a smile to Harry's face. Hermione was by his side he felt whole again. He could finally take in the scene for what it was, not blinded by and of his other worries. Hermione took those worries away. It was as if she was his occlumency, when she was around he could block everything else out from his life. He took her to a private corner of the garden and they shared a short kiss in amongst the plants. The plants seemed to know what was going on and wrapped themselves around the couple to shield them from any spies of stray photographers. Harry just held her in his arms for a long time.

"I've missed you." Harry said to her.

"I've missed you too." Hermione replied.

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A/N

The second chapter donw. How are we feeling about this story so far? Its going to pretty much follow Harry through the year so i'm excited. To answer a question I have got a bit when I said I had started this story (In the A/N of the other story) I didn't mean that one was over. Yes this is a sequel but I haven't finished the last one, I was just too excited about this not to write. R&R Thankyou

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