Okay I know super short chapter (I think the authors note may be longer than the chapter) , but this was all that was left of the book chapter and all I could fit in to type with my busy schedule. I just wanted to let you know that my chapters will be coming up slower due to lack of time to write. So just hang tight and bear with me and I'll get them up as soon as I can. Now for fun story notes! Sorry guys, had to change what Snape was wearing at the match, because green just does not go with his skin tone! Actually I just have always pictured Snape in black so I had to change it, the green thing was driving me crazy! Fixed Lee's swearing in the match (at least I think he almost swears). Don't hate on me for letting Harmony hold the Quidditch Cup with Harry, okay? I just wanted them to be able to share the moment and Harmony did score most of the goals in the match, even if they were penalties. If your name is not Yellow Flash you can skip the note below and move right onto the story.

Yellow Flash— I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Harmony will have a big part in the prophecy. Well I guess I've just turned her into a Mary-Sue as you say, but she's my Mary-Sue and I love writing for her! I guess the story's crappy as well, but it's my crappy story! Harry and Harmony aren't very jealous of each other; they feel good when the other gets something, usually, which is how brothers and sisters should be with each other. (Or at least that's what I've been taught my entire life.) As for the unfairness, it all balances out at the end of everything (all the books and all the extra fics that I write) Harmony gets what she wants and Harry gets what he wants, they have different wants, but it evens out. I appreciate you reading my story and I'm sorry that it might not be the story for you.

The Quidditch Match that Decides

Harmony met the team at Gryffindor Tower before breakfast. She would have gone down to breakfast with Lupin, but he had gotten up early to grade papers.

Harmony and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall to enormous applause. Harmony couldn't help grinning as she saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams were applauding them too. The Slytherin table hissed loudly as the passed. Harmony noticed that Malfoy looked even paler than usual.

Wood spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat, while touching nothing himself. Then he hurried them off to the field before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again.

Wood paced the field, staring around with the team behind him. Finally, they saw the front doors of the castle open in the distance and the rest of the school spilling onto the lawn.

"Locker rooms," said Wood tersely.

None of them spoke as they changed into their scarlet robes. Harmony was very excited for the match. In what seemed like no time at all, Wood was saying, "Okay, it's time, let's go—"

They walked out onto the field to a tidal wave of noise. Three-quarters of the crowd was wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP!" Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing his normal black, and a very grim smile.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Potter, Johnson, Bell, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years—"

Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of "boos" from the Slytherin end.

"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill—"

More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Harmony, however, thought Lee had a point. Malfoy was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team; the rest of them were enormous.

"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.

Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.

"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three . . . two . . . one . . ."

The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Harmony felt her hair flying back behind her. She saw the Quaffle and grabbed it; the game was now truly on.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Harmony Potter of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, passes to Bell, Bell heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Katie! Argh, no—Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field—WHAM!—nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle it's caught by—Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, passes to Potter—serves around Montague—ducking a Bludger—SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Harmony smiled and waved at the crowd; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight.

Angelina flew behind Harmony and—

"OUCH!" Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.

"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"

Harmony felt sure that Flint had been aiming for her, she would have retaliated, but—Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"Come off it, Miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Harmony flew forward to take the penalty.

"Come on, Harmony!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Harmony watched Flint, still bleeding freely, fly forward to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goal posts, his jaw clenched.

" 'Corse, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flint waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Superb! Very difficult to pass—very difficult indeed—YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"

Relived, Harmony got ready for what she considered, round two.

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession—no!—Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field—THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle had grabbed her head. Katie cartwheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle.

Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING—"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way—!"

"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"

Harmony laughed and got ready for another play.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. Apparently they had been trying to close in Harry, but Harry had zoomed upward and the Beaters had run into each other. "Too bad boys!" You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt!"

Harmony saw Angelina with the Quaffle and sped off to help.

"Gryffindor in possession again, as Jonson takes the Quaffle—Flint alongside her—poke him in the eye, Angelina!—it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke—oh no—Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save—!"

But Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end, and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him.

"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession—"

It was turning into the dirtiest game Harmony had ever played in. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit Katie with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger. George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor.

Katie scored. Fifty-ten. Fred and George were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.

Madam Hooch was beside herself.

"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"

And Harmony scored. Sixty-ten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Harmony seized it and put scored yet another goal—seventy-ten.

The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse. Harmony hoped that Harry would hurry and catch the Snitch while Gryffindor was ahead.

All Harmony saw of the next penalty was Malfoy grabbing the back of Harry's Firebolt.

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch screeched, shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING BUGGER!"

Professor McGonagall was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy's direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.

Katie took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal—Montague scores—" Lee groaned. "Seventy-twenty to Gryffindor . . ."

"Harmony Potter gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Harmony, COME ON!"

Harmony saw every single Slytherin player apart form Malfoy was streaking up the pitch toward her, including the Keeper—they were all going to block her—

"AAAAAAARRRGH!"

Suddenly they all scattered as another Firebolt zoomed toward them; Harry had cleared her way.

Harmony went in for the goal and—

"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty points to twenty!"

The next thing Harmony knew was the entirety of the stadium (excluding the Slytherins) had exploded. She turned to see her brother holding the Snitch in his fist. Harmony flew off toward him.

Harmony hugged her brother and stayed there. Then Wood showed up crying and flung his arms around both of them. Harmony felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelina and Katie's voices, "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth.

Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harmony had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on her. Then she, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, she saw Hagrid plastered with crimson rosettes—"Yeh beat 'em, Harry, Harmony, yeh beat 'em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!" There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there fighting their way toward Harry and Harmony, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry and Harmony were borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.

Harmony looked around for Lupin. He didn't seem to be anywhere, then she noticed how high she was compared to everyone else. She looked down to see her godfather's smiling face, he had been carrying her the entire time. Harmony smiled.

If only there had been a dementor around . . . As a sobbing Wood passed the Cup to the two people that the Gryffindor supporters had decided had won the match for them, Harry (the Seeker) and Harmony (the best Chaser). As the twins lifted the cup into the air, Harmony felt she could have produced the world's best Patronus.