Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice

It felt strange, sitting in these dressing rooms, waiting to go play. Weird to know that in the stands, there were probably some persons she knew. Weird to know that they had no idea it was she who would be flying there in half an hour. The manager had suggested to keep her identity a secret, at least until they began the match. Then their names would be called out of course, but if anybody here knew her, they would probably recognise her anyway. Or not, because she doubted that anybody expected her to show up like this, in a place like this.

It had been a year by now, a year since she saw any of her family, any of her friends. A year since she had run away from the boy, the man she knew she would have to face again soon. But not yet. For now, all she had to do was play her best. Show England just who had come back to them. Surprise them all and move on.

Move on.

She hoped she would now finally be able to do so.

As the minutes ticked by, everybody in the room became quiet. It was their first match in 2 months, their first match without their old chaser, and their first match with her. She would have to proof herself, she knew that, and she would. They had to win tonight, and they all knew it. They had been training 16 hours a day for the past 2 months, and if they weren't able to win now, they wouldn't ever be.

The manager smiled at them, before saying that it was time.

One by one they all flew out.

It was warm, luckily, even for early march. He hadn't had any trouble getting the tickets – sometimes there really were upsides to being him. But they were little and far between, so he didn't mind taking advantage of it for once. The look on Ron's face when he saw what game exactly they were going to was priceless. Hermione didn't mind not getting a ticket, she said she had been planning on reading some new book anyway.

He could see Luna Lovegood sitting a few tribunes down, he hadn't expected her to be such a Quiditch fan… But she seemed to be having a genuinely good time – he would probably go talk to her when the game was done.

Just then, the players flew out, one by one. As their names were called, he tried to look for their new chaser, wonderous as to who it would be. When the last player came through the doors, he first noticed her hair – it was just as red as hers. Then he noticed that the girl actually looked a bit like her, but he couldn't really see it all that well from here. Just as he found his binoculars he heard –

AND OUR NEW CHASER: GINEVRA WEASLEY!

They won! She couldn't believe they actually won! Yes, they all knew they had to, but to win like this? With more than three times their opponents points? And she had scored 7 times! She! On her very first game ever! She had scored for them! The moment they entered their dressing rooms, they began to cheer and hug each other – they had actually done it!

Just as she was walking out of the dressing rooms, ready to go celebrate, she noticed a girl she hadn't seen in over a year.

"Luna! How comes you're here?! What did you think? How did you know I would be here? I'm so glad to see you! I've missed you so much!"

The next thing she knew she was being hugged by the only girl who knew exactly why she had left, the girl who had helped her gather her courage, and who now answered: "You always wanted to play for them…"

The thought that that fact had been enough for one of her best friends to know she would be here made her laugh again, and together they walked to the team, where she introduced Luna to them. As they talked about almost every subject, she noticed Luna never even mentioned one person. When she finally asked her how he was, she couldn't help but smile when she heard that he still stayed over at the Burrow constantly. But when Luna asked her to come home with her, she said that she was going to stay there, party with the team and sleep at their hotel. The thought of facing him now made her too nervous, and she hoped a good night's sleep would help. However, after Luna left it only took her one drink to realise that this bar, this party, although it used to be a dream of hers, was not where she wanted to be right now.

So she paid for her drink, walked out of the bar, into an alley next to it and apparated, still not sure who she was going there for.

He couldn't, for the love of him, remember anything of the game. Somehow everything just became blurry after hearing her name. Somehow all he could think was: she came back. She came back and she never even told anyone, just like she didn't tell anyone that she was going to leave.

Ron had been hopping up and off his chair, trying to figure out what he should do. Go to her, go tell his mum, go to her, go to his mums.

But he actually didn't think they should do either of those things. It wasn't their story to tell. If she wanted her family to find out from the Prophet, that was her choice to make. If she wanted to tell her mother herself, that was her choice. There was no way she knew that they were here, so they couldn't do that – it wasn't right.

It took a while, but he finally managed to make Ron see sense. A small reminder of the Boogey Hex she could curse them with if they spoiled her surprise might have helped too, but all that mattered was that they reached a decision. They wouldn't tell anybody.

So they apparated back to the Burrow, trying to come up with a story as to why they didn't know the name of the new chaser.

The moment they entered the house, however, that discussion became irrelevant, because-

"Ginny"