I haven't actually said this yet for this story, even though it isn't really necessary. You know I'm not J.K. Rowling. But, for the record, J.K. Rowling owns all of this.

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Teddy

The end of October was fast approaching, and with it brought the many joys of the Halloween feast, and the beginning of the Quidditch season.

The feast itself was magnificent. Enormous pumpkins filled with candles hung over each of the tables, glowing red and gold, yellow and black, blue and bronze, and green and silver. Bats flew under the enchanted ceiling, and afterwards the students were treated to a dramatic play, acted out by the ghosts.

Teddy had been worried that he might miss it; the full moon had been earlier that week, and once a month he always had a terrible headache, which lasted a few days, and felt grouchy and irritable. He often found that it was best if he stayed away from people on those nights, as he knew that he wasn't very nice company. Everything irritated him, and he desperately didn't want to lose his temper with his friends.

At first he had stayed in his dormitory, hiding under his blankets, blocking his ears with a pillow. But, in his second year, when he had confided in Harry how he was having trouble dealing with his monthly headaches, his godfather had told him about the Room of Requirement. This was where he hid himself every month. It was wonderful. The room was cool and quiet, with plenty of iced water in jugs, and occasionally, butterbeer. There was a cupboard stocked with the Wolfsbane potion, which, Teddy had discovered, often helped, and sleeping potions, and a comfortable bed where he could sleep of the worst of it.

However, by Halloween, his symptoms had cleared, and he was able to enjoy the feast like everyone else, making sure to help himself to anything containing chocolate.

Only a week after that, it was time for the first Quidditch match of the season. Teddy was fairly confident. His team was brilliant, and their final practise before underlined this.

Fred Weasley was living up to the tradition set by his father and uncle. He and Millie worked seamlessly together, and their accuracy was almost faultless. Their keeper saved most of the goals, and although there was still room for improvement, Teddy hoped that the chasers wouldn't allow it to reach their goalpost. Teddy had never been part of a better team of chasers before. They worked amazingly well together, and their strategies were solid.

And of course, Victoire was an excellent seeker. He just hoped that she'd stay out of trouble long enough to catch the snitch without getting hurt. Some of the players from other teams thought she was a weak spot in the team, and tried to target her, as often happened in Quidditch. However, a lot of guys seemed to want to get her attention, and did this by trying to knock her off her broom.

The day of the match dawned unseasonably bright. There was a light dusting of frost on the pitch, which, as the sunshine melted it, caused the grass to sparkle. It was chilly, but Teddy preferred this. He hated playing in the sweltering heat.

"Right team," he said bracingly as they assembled in the changing rooms. "You've worked really hard these past few weeks. Let's show 'em what you got!" This was greeted by cheers from the team. "Right, Fred, Millie, stay out of the sun where possible, and aim for the chasers, we want them distracted. Phil, just stay confident, don't panic if the Quaffle comes near you, I know you can do this." Phillip gulped, looking pale. "And Abigail, Felicity, don't let them near the Quaffle. Pass to each other; don't sacrifice a goal by trying to claim it for yourself. We are a team, we are one unit. No one will remember how many goals we each individually scored, what's important is the final total.

"And Victoire," he turned to Victoire, and his heart gave a strange leap as he looked at her. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail, setting off her great bone structure. She was smiling at him, with what looked a little bit like pride. Teddy almost lost his train of thought. "… Catch the snitch," he mumbled. Victoire grinned.

"And most importantly," Teddy said, "know your opponents. Our game strategies are specific to Slytherin, but that might not be enough. You need to think like Slytherin." This was followed by general nods of appreciation. "Now," he said, raising his voice. "Let's win this!"

The team cheered and made their way out onto the pitch. Teddy however, hung back. He didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous. This was the first team he had captained, and although confident, he knew that he had a lot to prove. Some people implied that he only received captain because of his friendship with some of the teachers, and he was anxious to prove them wrong.

"Teddy?" It was Victoire.

"One sec," Teddy muttered, pretending to tie his shoelace.

Suddenly, he felt something collide with him. Victoire was hugging him tightly. If felt strange. They hadn't hugged for a while; they didn't normally do it at school. It was strange being in such close proximity to her again. He could smell her perfume, her flowery scent. He pulled her close, for a second, wishing that he could never let go. What was happening to him?

He pulled away, and said "come on, the team'll be waiting." Victoire followed him out, where the team was waiting for them. Together they walked onto the pitch, with the crowd screaming and cheering at them. The commentator announced their names, and the whistle blew, and all too soon the game had started, and Teddy's head was still filled with thoughts of a certain blonde seeker.

He cursed himself for not getting the Quaffle on release, and hurriedly chased the Slytherin who had. The chaser passed downfield to one of his teammates, but the other chaser hadn't been paying attention, and Felicity intercepted.

She shot downfield towards the goal, and the three Slytherin chasers began to converge on her. She was heading for the right hand goal hoop, but, as she was almost surrounded and the Slytherin keeper moved to intercept the goal, she suddenly flipped the Quaffle to Abigail, who was near the left goal post. The keeper, being on the other side of the goal, wasn't able to make it in time. Abigail was given a clear shot, and scored the first goal of the season.

Slytherin were then given possession of the Quaffle and they rocketed downfield in an arrow formation, passing between each other. Gryffindor found it hard to intercept, until a well hit bludger from Fred caused the Slytherin chasers to scatter, with the Quaffle in mid air. With no one to catch it, the Quaffle fell towards the ground, where Teddy was able to scoop it up, and pass to Abigail, who was not surrounded. She passed to Felicity, who drop-passed to Teddy, who had been flying underneath, who dodged an unhappy looking Slytherin, and aimed for the left goal, before suddenly changing direction and hurling it into the right hand post, scoring another goal.

The match continued ferociously, with Slytherin managing to break through the Gryffindor tactics to score two goals for themselves. Felicity then scored twice, followed by another from Abigail, bringing the score to 50-20. Half an hour in, Gryffindor had scored twice more, and Phillip had made two excellent saves, and was gaining more confidence. There had still been no sign of the snitch.

However, after forty-five minutes, in which the score had been brought to 80-30, the commentator let out a yell of glee.

"And it appears that Gryffindor seeker Victoire Weasley has seen the snitch!"

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Quidditch match! Exciting!

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