Wow, thanks for reading this far. Two whole chapters, I know. But really, I appreciate it. Even if you just skimmed it. Because that means you care enough to find out what happens in the end.

Nope, I still haven't managed to own any of those characters, events, settings, or so one that belong to the glorious J.K. Rowling.

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The next match against Ravenclaw was drawing nearer and nearer. At the last practice before the Ravenclaw match, Harry came rushing down to the pitch with a smile on his face.

" I've got it!" he said excitedly, holding up the Firebolt. I ran straight to him.

" A Firebolt on our team…"

Madam Hooch hurried over and took it for a 'professional opinion'. She rambled on and on and I had to ask her to give it back to Harry so we could start practice.

"Er-Madam hooch?" I asked timidly. "Is it okay if Harry has the Firebolt back? We need to practice…'

"Oh-right-here you are, the, Potter," said Madam Hooch.

I gathered the team around and gave them some final instruction before tomorrow's match.

"Harry," I began, "I've just found out who Ravenclaw is playing as Seeker. It's Cho Chang. She's a fourth year, and she's pretty good… I really hoped she wouldn't be fit, she's had some problems with injuries…" I scowled, cursing my luck. "On the other hand, she rides a Comet Two Sixty, which is going to look like a joke compared to the Firebolt." I looked at Harry's broom with admiration.

"Okay everyone, let's go-"

They all flew up in the air as I stayed on the ground to let the equipment out. Harry flew marvelously on the Firebolt. It swerved to his slightest touch.

"Harry" I called out , "I'm letting out the Snitch,"

I watched in astonishment as Harry caught the snitch in no less than ten seconds. We all cheered. The rest of the practice went likewise. It was the best practice we had ever had as a team. I didn't have anything bad to say afterwards, which George pointed out as a first.

"I can't see what's going to stop us tomorrow!" I said at the end of practice. "Not unless- Harry, you've sorted out your dementor problem, haven't you?"

"Yeah" said Harry.

"The dementers won't show up again, Oliver. Dumbledore'd go ballistic," said Fred.

"Well, let's hope not" I said, not entirely convinced, " Anyway, good work, everyone. Let's go back to the tower turn in early-"

Harry said something about staying longer to let his friend have a ride on the Firebolt.

The rest of us headed to the locker rooms with a smile, including me. Life was good. The team was great, the game looked to be winnable, Katie was talking to me again, and Flint can't stand to look at me. I went to sleep happy that night.

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The next morning was that of the game. The weather was much more favorable than that of the Huffelpuff game. A clear day with a little breeze: no visibility problems, so Harry should catch the Snitch smoothly.

At 10:45, the team headed down to the locker rooms. I began to feel the excitement an upcoming match brings.

Before we left the locker rooms, I assembled the team.

"You know what we've go to do. If we lose this match, we're out of the running. Just-just fly like you did in practice yesterday, and we'll be fine."

I tried to sound confident, but I could feel the nervousness swelling up inside of me. We walked out of the locker rooms, but I barely noticed the applause. I shook hands with the Ravenclaw captain, Roger Davies. Madam Hooch gave the count.

We mounted.

We kicked off.

I flew towards the goal posts. We had possession of the quaffle. Katie was taking it towards the Ravenclaw goal posts. I looked towards Harry. He seemed to have seen the snitch, but was distracted by a oncoming bludger . He lost sight of it.

"AND BELL SCORES!" Jordan yelled into the megaphone.

We scored seven more times.

Ravenclaw scored three times.

Now we led 80-30. If Chang got he snitch, we lost. Come on, Harry.

I saved the oncoming blur of red and tossed it out to Angelina.

I turned to see the snitch circle the goalposts. Harry was speeding towards it. He seemed to be trying to avoid a collision with Chang.

"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLMAN!" I yelled. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TOO!"

Harry swerved and rose twenty feet in the air dove-

I save another shot-

Three dumb kids were pretending to be dementors! Harry took one look at them and shot a patronus their way. They fell over, stunned. He reached out-YES!- Harry grasped the snitch in his hand.

I sped towards Harry and hugged him. I felt the rest of the team thud into us as we all formed a group hug.

"That's my boy!" I yelled several times.

We crashed to the ground and walked off the field to roaring applause from the Gryffindors.

Not even bothering with the locker rooms, we all walked up to the Gryffindor common room. A party was already raging. The Weasley twins appeared, their arms full of sweets and butterbeer.

"How'd you-" Angelina began. Fred and George were throwing peppermint paddies into the crowd. We partied into the night.

The schoolwork we were expected to do as seventh years was incredible. We had piles and piles of homework. I spent so much time studying for N.E.W.T.s, I barely had time to come up with new tactics for the Quidditch final. I think I managed to fit some in.

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Katie spent a lot of time with me, when I wasn't studying or planning quidditch stuff. I was trying to convince her to get rid of Flint, who she still hadn't dumped.

"You can't possibly hope to still be going with him and compete in the final against him," I told her one night before the Easter holiday.

" I know, " She replied , " I'm just not ready yet. I don't know how to approach him."

" I could do it for you," I offered.

She laughed and said "No thanks, I don't want you getting beaten up again.

I pretended to scowl and fold my arms.

" But seriously, Oliver, don't get in another fight with him. I couldn't stand it."

" Katie, you've got to break up with him,"

"Ok, I'll do it tomorrow."

"Yes!" I hugged her. "THANK you!"

She smiled.

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The Easter holidays were spent studying for my N.E.W.T.s . I tried to practice quidditch , but I didn't have enough time. The final was drawing nearer.

The night before the match, I was so nervous I could barely talk. Fred and George were being louder and more outgoing than ever. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were laughing at Fred and George. Harry sat with his friends, who seemed to be trying to comfort him. I was sitting over in a corner prodding my quidditch model with my wand. The figures zoomed everywhere as I came up with last minute plans.

When I could take the nervousness no longer, I stood up and shouted , "Team! Bed!". I thought I'd have trouble going to sleep, but surprisingly, I found myself very tired.

I woke up the next morning and headed to the great hall in somewhat of a stupor. Three quarters of the school were wearing red and gold, while the Slytherin table wore green and silver. When I walked into the great hall with the rest of the team, I was surprised to find everyone clapping for us. I blinked a few times and sat down at our table.

I told the team to eat up, but didn't 't eat anything myself. Again, food didn't look so appetizing right now. Before anyone was finished, I called the team down to the pitch to get an idea of the conditions. I took a deep breath.

"Okay-no wind to speak of- sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it- ground s fairly hard, that'll give us a fast kickoff-"

I started to pace the field, staring forward. I looked toward the castle to see the school spilling out toward the pitch.

"Locker rooms" I said quickly.

It was quiet as we changed into our robes. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Okay, its time, let's go-" I told the team.

We walked out onto the field. I felt like I was walking in slow motion. The crowd was roaring. It took a lifetime to get to the middle of the field.

I snapped out of it as Madam Hooch gave the order to shake hands. Flint and I approached each other. I grasped his hand as tightly as I could and he did likewise.

Madam hooch gave the call.

We mounted.

We kicked off.

I sped towards the goal posts, a lump in my throat. We had possession, and Alicia was heading towards the Slytherin goal-wait, intercepted-nope bludger hit him-Angelina caught the quaffle and –

"SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR" lee roared.

Angelina punched the air-

"OUCH!"

Angelina almost fell off her broom as Flint knocked into her.

"Sorry!" Flint yelled "sorry, didn't see her,"

Yeah, right, I thought.

Fred expressed my feelings by throwing his beater's club at the back of Flint's head.

"that will do!" Madam hooch blew her whistle. "penalty shot to Gryffindor, penalty shot to Slytherin,

Fred objected, but Alicia flew off to take the penalty. The crowd was silent. She threw- "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

I punched my fist in the air.

Flint flew towards me to take the penalty for Slytherin. I braced myself, not breathing, Flint threw- I dove to the side-

"YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"

I gave flint a small smile.

Katie was taking the quaffle up the field now- "THAT WAS DELIBERATE" yelled Lee.

The Slytherin chaser had grabbed Katie's head in mid-flight and Katie did a few mid-air cartwheels- I clenched my teeth- she managed to stay on her broom, but dropped the quaffle.

Another penalty to Gryffindor.

Katie put the goal past the Slytherin keeper.

"THIRTY TEN TO GRYFFINFOR!" lee shouted.

Now Angelina had the quaffle-Flint flew next to her- Flint stole the quaffle –he's heading towards the Gryffindor goal posts.

I held out my hands. Flint came speeding in threw it – it hit my fingertips and shot straight through the hoops.

"Shi-"

Flint now smiled at me. The game was getting dirtier. The Slytherins were obviously mad.

One Slytherin beater hit Alicia, claiming he had thought she was a bludger. George elbowed the same beater in the face for revenge, resulting in more penalty shots.

The Slytherin chaser sneered at me as he lined up for the penalty shot. He threw- I caught it, barely , by reaching behind my head. Gryffindor scored its penalty again, making the score forty-ten.

Twenty more points.

Katie scored again. Fifty-ten. Fred and George were flying around her, making sure no Slytherins were thinking of retaliation. The Beaters took their absence as an invitation to aim both bludgers at me. I saw them speeding towards me, but had no time to get out of the way. They hit me one after another in the stomach. I rolled over in the air.

I felt like I was really going to throw up now I clutched my stomach and tried to shake it off.

Madam Hooch was furious. "YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she yelled at the beaters. "Gryffindor penalty.

Angelina scored. Sixty-ten. A moment later, Alicia scored- NOW, HARRY!

I looked to Harry. He had spotted the snitch. He was getting closer. Harry started to slow down- Malfoy had grabbed the end of his broom.

THE DIRTY, CHEATING LITTLE PIECE OF SHI-

Another penalty was called to Gryffindor by Madam Hooch, who looked exasperated.

Lee Jordan was yelling curses at the top of his lungs. Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to correct him. She was too busy yelling at the Slytherins herself.

Alicia was so angry she missed the penalty.

We're losing our concentration. Come on, Harry!

Angelina was heading towards the Slytherin goal posts, but all the Slytherins were waiting to block her. I saw Harry dive towards them, and they scattered-Angelina scored!

80-20.

I looked at Malfoy- he had seen the snitch, I turned to warn Harry, but he was already on his way. No-Malfoy was too far ahead. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. No-Harry was level with him! He dived forward and CAUGHT THE SNITCH.

I felt an overwhelming amount of emotion as I flew towards Harry. By the time I got there, I was sobbing like a baby. I hugged Harry and cried. I could hear voices in the background- We've won the cup! We've won the cup!

I was presented the Cup, the thing I'd work for so hard…I handed it to Harry.

Katie ran towards me and gave me a hug. Then she pulled my head down and- kissed me? I kissed back. I could hear the twins whooping, but I didn't care.

"You broke up with Flint?" I asked when we broke the surface.

"No, but I think he gets the idea," she gestured towards Flint-he looked as if he wanted to kill me.

I grinned.

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When I finally had a chance to speak to the team again, it was days after the match. I took a deep breath.

"Thanks for winning for me,' I told them.

"For you?" The Weasleys repeated.

"Aw, Oliver you're the best captain," Alicia said.

"We're gonna miss you," Angelina said.

The twins looked at me and then fell on top of me, crying with fake grief.

"Oh, Ollie, how shall we ever go on without our great Captain," they sobbed

I threw them off me.

"See you at the England Game, then?" Harry asked.

"Playing keeper?" the twins added.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Shit," I said, "maybe you will,".

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Aw, I'm so sad it's over… Did you like it? A review would be cool. Thanks for reading it anyway.

Mmmm. I'm Sorry if anyone was offended or something by Katie and Marcus, but I though that Oliver would punch Flint harder than Davies or Diggory. I also didn't add too much Oliver/ Katie fluffiness because I've been feeling a bit tired of the same story told over and over. Alas, I had to add the kiss -because, well it's a KBOW, isn't it?

Thanks for spending your time reading this when you could have been off stuffing various people's shoes with peanuts…