A/N: HARRY POV
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That was it. This was the moment. This was the moment that Harry had dreamed about for nine years. He clutched his Thuncerclap ZX in his hand tightly.
He wished he could be out there in the crowd, he knew what was coming, and he wished he could have seen it.
There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around and saw Fred Weasley standing there, looking sombre.
'It's true then?'
'What?'
'That you're gonna quit if we win.'
Harry looked down at his shoes.
'Yeah.' Then he looked at Fred. 'You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?' Harry looked pleadingly at Fred. Why had he let this information get out, why?'
'Me, do something stupid?' Fred grinned and tried his best to look innocent. He failed miserably. 'Nah, I'm not gonna lose on purpose or anything. It'll be a tragedy the day England loses you mate – but I won't keep you here. I wouldn't bet Norton's gonna be so cool about it though, he seemed pretty cut up about it when he told me.'
Harry sighed. Nortons first and only love was quidditch, and he wanted the best team he could muster.
Harry heard the crowd outside gasp, and squeals of 'how did they do that?' and 'they're so cute!' filled the air.
He prayed that Norton would be mature enough to see Harry's point of view, but Harry could never be sure.
'Harry, Fred, where are you? Game's about to start! Come on – NOW!'
Harry's stomach did one final flip before he and Fred look at each other, nodded, mumbled good luck, and left the room.
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That was it. This was the moment. This was the moment that Harry had dreamed about for nine years. He clutched his Thuncerclap ZX in his hand tightly.
He wished he could be out there in the crowd, he knew what was coming, and he wished he could have seen it.
There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around and saw Fred Weasley standing there, looking sombre.
'It's true then?'
'What?'
'That you're gonna quit if we win.'
Harry looked down at his shoes.
'Yeah.' Then he looked at Fred. 'You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?' Harry looked pleadingly at Fred. Why had he let this information get out, why?'
'Me, do something stupid?' Fred grinned and tried his best to look innocent. He failed miserably. 'Nah, I'm not gonna lose on purpose or anything. It'll be a tragedy the day England loses you mate – but I won't keep you here. I wouldn't bet Norton's gonna be so cool about it though, he seemed pretty cut up about it when he told me.'
Harry sighed. Nortons first and only love was quidditch, and he wanted the best team he could muster.
Harry heard the crowd outside gasp, and squeals of 'how did they do that?' and 'they're so cute!' filled the air.
He prayed that Norton would be mature enough to see Harry's point of view, but Harry could never be sure.
'Harry, Fred, where are you? Game's about to start! Come on – NOW!'
Harry's stomach did one final flip before he and Fred look at each other, nodded, mumbled good luck, and left the room.