It's a Rough Game Quidditch
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Disclaimer: Potter ain't mine!
A/N: It took nine chapters and a lot of pleading, but this story just broke 100 views! Woot Woot! Don't want to say too much, except Ginny and Oliver are home this week!
Chapter Ten
Week Nine
"We're so close to England, do we have to apparate?" Debbie moaned, packing the last of her Quidditch robes into her trunk at the French field.
"I don't know, Wood," Potter said. "They seem antsy to fly there. Maybe we should."
"That would be a great exercise, Coach," Gioni coaxed. "It would get us started early on that big training day." He slammed his trunk shut, shrinking it to a pocket size and flipping it into his pocket. He thought that carrying his big trunk arround was a nuissance, and practiced this method for every trip he could.
"Isn't Harry expecting you, though?" Wood asked, but all the same he began to secure his things to his broom.
"He'll worry a little, but he knows I can handle myself," Potter laughed. Mary, who had done her best to avoid talking to Wood, mounted her broom behind Gioni and Debbi.
"Quit acting like a little school girl," Brandon muttered.
"Yeah, he's not mad at you anymore," Robert added. "Don't be so silly."
"Whatever," Mary whispered, and as soon as Cuyler and Fred had pulled their sleeping corpses out of their tents they left.
Gioni, not weighed down by luggage, hung back behind the group, occasionally dropping to the bottom of the clouds. Wood and Potter had made it clear to stay high enough that they wouldn't raise suspicion over muggle towns. Gioni was glad when they were over the water and could relax.
"Captain!" Wood called from the front.
"Yeah?" he replied loudly.
"How do you feel about a little wager?" Gioni flew up to him.
"I'll take it!"
"I bet you that Mary," Wood said, causing Mary to jump. "She can dive toward the water, skim it with her hand, and be able to pull up without falling into the water!"
"What?" the whole team chorused.
"Only because I love to torture Mare so much, I'll take that wager," Gioni laughed. "One galleon says she falls in. Two says she won't do it. Three says she's going to hit me for saying this."
"Gioni, luggage," Mary shot at him. Her eyes were filled with the challenge. He shrunk it for her, catching it in his hand. Before another thought, Mary shot down, and the team saw her go over the surface and zoom back up.
"No way you touched the water," Gioni said, and Mary raised her hand and flicked water in his face, then slapped his arm.
"You owe Wood four galleons. One because I did it, and three because I hit you," Mary laughed. Gioni held her shrunken trunk up, and dropped it into her hand.
"Next time, Mary's not part of the bet," Gioni whined playfully.
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They were only about half an hour from England when Potter called Gioni back to the lead.
"Talk with your team. If you lot want to sleep in tents, you're welcome to it, but I have an empty room, Wood has two, and heaven's, my mother has an empty house. Go discuss it and get back to me." Gioni flew back to everyone, bounced from person to person, and then flew back up with the answers.
"Cuyler and Debbie said they'd take Wood's rooms, and Robert, Fred, and Brandon said they're tough shit, so they want to sleep out in the tentings. Mare and I can take your extra room," Gioni said. When Ginny raised an eyebrow, he added, "We're kind of together, you know? And we don't want to be a menace to your mother."
"I don't want to hear anything from your room. No fighting, no fucking. I have a seven-year-old godson and a four-month son down the hall." She tossed her red hair back, laughing.
"Yes, ma'am," Gioni replied, saluting her.
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"I'm home, Harry!" Coach Potter called, pushing through the door. Mary and Gioni awkwardly followed her in, looking around. The house looked like a normal house, not one that you'd expect the final opponent of the worst wiard to live in.
"What took you?" The famous Harry Potter came out of a door to their right, striding in like any normal person.
"Flew in," Ginny Potter replied, kissing his cheek. She turned to her team.
"Harry, this is Mary and Gioni, seeker and captain on my new team."
"Ah, these are the heathens you write to me about," Harry joked, shaking their hands. "Gin says you're a great team."
"We're okay," Gioni laughed.
"First place by what is it, a thousand points, almost?" Harry beamed. "That's not just okay."
"Speaking of heathens," Ginny said. "Where are Ted and James at?"
"About that," Harry stalled. "Teddy decided that since you were coming home, he wanted to surprise you. See, while you were gone, he found out that, being a Metamorphmagus, he could alter everything about him." A tall man strode in, same height as Harry, and even close to the same features. All he really needed were glasses and a scar.
"Hiya, Gin!" he said in a small voice. The duplicates eyes crossed a little, and he was soon a small boy with turqouise hair.
"Teddy!" Ginny smiled and scooped him up in a big hug. When she put him down, he gawked at Mary and Gioni. A baby started crying down the hall.
"That's James," Harry muttered.
"Teddy, why don't you show my friends where they're sleeping?" Ginny asked, following her husband down the hall.
"Okay," he said, changing his hair to the same rusty color of Mary's. He grabbed Gioni and Mary by their sleeves and pulled them down the hall. "This is the guest room. Except we really don't have too many guests over. Usually it's where Ginny's brother Ron stays when Hermione kicks him out. And sometimes Victoire, my younger cousin, comes to play and stays in there. And sometimes, I have to sleep in here when James gets to noisy. His room is next to mine. Are you two really Quidditch players?" Gioni popped his trunk out of his pocket and returned it to normal size.
"Yeah, little man," Mary laughed, ruffling his hair.
"What do you do?" Teddy asked, his eyes growing big.
"I catch the snitch. Gioni over there scores the goals," Mary said.
"Will you win the game for me?" Teddy asked.
"We'll try!"
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That week, the USA team crushed England.
WEEK NINE MATCHES
USA vs England (580,130)
Bulgaria vs. Nordic (240, 120)
Japan vs. Australia (230, 100)
France vs. Spain (200, 10)
Germany Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 2990
2. England 1570
3. Bulgaria 1510
4. France 1160
5. Japan 1120
6. Spain 1070
7. Nordic 1070
8. Australia 990
9. Germany 760