Hey everyone. So...I disappeared...for about a year. I had completely forgotten about this story until I recieved a review from a user named xxKenzieCheerxx. So if anyone still reads this, you can thank her for the update. As for you, Kenzie, here's your update. I found a bunch of chapters I had written ages ago for this and fixed them up a bit, added more and here you go. :) Hopefully I can actually finish the story this time, because this is the third revival. Please, anyone who reads this, tell me what you think and any ideas you might have. I'm not quite sure what to do from the end of this.
Well, here it goes.
Lucia breathed in and out deeply as she hurried down the halls of Hogwarts, her broomstick in hand. A few minutes later, she was at the Quidditch stadium. I can do this, she thought. Taking one last deep breath, she stepped onto the grass and looked straight ahead of her. Standing there, a few feet away from her, was the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Hermione. No one spoke until Harry stepped forward.
"You want to challenge me," he said, his eyes dark and focused.
"Yes," said Lucia. "I want to be the new seeker."
There was a silent tension in the air. Finally, Hermione stepped forward and spoke. "Well then. Here's what you must do: I will release the snitch. Exactly one minute after it goes up, you will search for it. The first person to wrap their hands around it and reach the ground wins and gets to be the Seeker of the Gryffindor team," she explained.
"Is that clear, Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"Crystal clear, Potter" answered Lucia, ignoring the sting of the word associated with her family.
"Well then, here we go," said Hermione. With that, she opened her hands and the golden snitch flew out. "Mount your brooms."
Both Harry and Lucia mounted their brooms. One minute later, Hermione blew the whistle and both of them were off. Both flew up at the same speed. Harry's eyes grew wide as Lucia passed him. She turned to him, smiled sweetly, said "See ya!" and a moment later, disappeared in a blur. Down at the bottom, the Quidditch team watched. Professor McGonagall walked out onto the field and looked up. Ignoring all this, Lucia watched for the golden snitch. Suddenly, something gold whizzed past her face. She halted smoothly and turned around to see Harry chasing the golden ball that had gone past him too. No, she thought. With that, she went at full speed.
A few moments later, she was right next to Harry. Both of them were parallel to each other. Harry was reaching his arm out, trying to catch the snitch. Lucia tried to make her broom go faster. It wouldn't go any faster. Okay, follow your instinct, thought Lucia. She closed her eyes and let her broom and body lead her. It stopped her. Her eyes flew open wondering why her broom had stopped and she instantly saw why. A few inches away from her was a wall. But that wasn't why the broom had stopped her. It was because at the speed Harry had been going at, he hadn't been able to stop. Instead, he had veered away from the ball and away from the snitch. Lucia smiled when she saw the golden ball beating its fast wings right in front of that very wall out. In a flash, her hand snatched it from the air and she sped towards the ground, clamping her hand over the snitch. A few feet above the ground, she turned to fly parallel over the ground and stopped a few seconds later. She had won.
For a moment, there was a stupefied silence in the air. Hermione just stared at her, forgetting to call Lucia the winner. Professor McGonagall blew her own whistle to show Lucia had won, but did not utter a word. The whole Quidditch team seemed to stand there, frozen. Harry landed smoothly beside her and just stared at her, his eyes wide open. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
"That…was bloody amazing!" cried Ron finally and the whole team cheered and ran toward Lucia. She started laughing and held up the snitch in her hand. A few moments later, everyone left her space to breathe.
"Congratulations," said Professor McGonagall, smiling.
"You're amazing!" cried Hermione, hugging Lucia tightly. "We'll surely win the cup this year!"
Lucia smiled and giggled as everyone kept congratulating her. Slowly, people left and walked away. Smiling, Lucia gave Hermione the snitch and watched her hurry away, going to put the snitch back in its place. Finally, it was only Harry and Lucia left on the field. Lucia looked down at the floor as she grabbed her broom and slowly began walking away.
"Wait," said Harry. Lucia stopped.
"That…was…really good," he said.
She spun around and stared at Harry.
"Really?" cried Lucia. Harry kept his face emotionless.
"Yes. It was. And as we agreed, you're the new seeker. So be ready to win on Saturday." With that Harry brushed past Lucia, only glancing once, with a glare.
Lucia stared at Harry as he walked away.
"What if I don't win?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Harry turned around, his eyes dark. "Then you're off the team. You're too young anyways. You can try joining next year."
Lucia immediately understood what Harry was saying: she could join, when HE was gone. No, she thought. As he started walking away, she stopped him.
"Harry."
He stopped and slowly turned around to face her.
"I need to be on the team this year."
Harry stared at her. "And why should I let you take my spot during my last year?"
Lucia smiled as they stared at each other and lifted two fingers. .
"For two reasons." She stepped closer to him. "One: Gryffindor will win."
Harry started to open his mouth but Lucia cut him off.
"And two: you want to see Draco embarrassed just as much as I do."
Harry stared at her—his eyes fierce. A few moments later he said, "Be prepared to win, Lucia. Every single game this year. The moment you lose, you're off the team. Until I'm gone."
Lucia glared at him. "Then when you lose, I'm on. We can take turns."
Harry pushed her back and moved his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her face. "This isn't about fairness, Malfoy." The way he spat that name out made Lucia wince. "I'm the seeker. And I want things to stay that way."
Lucia didn't back off. "Even if it means your team loses? Even if no one agrees with you? Face it, Potter," she stated, spitting out his name just as coldly. "Everyone loves me. Here, it's not about how famous you are or your stupid scar. It's about how well you play. And frankly, I'm better than you."
There was silence. Neither said a word. Neither had a chance.
"Disgusting."
Both Harry and Lucia turned to see none other than Draco Malfoy.
Don't worry there's more. This is my last comment. Just wanted to ask for reviews from any readers. I've probably lost all of you. -.-' Anyways, to anyone who's reading this, enjoy the rest!