A/N. Prophet Chain Challenge with my Pride of Portree team in Quidditch League. (I'm chaser one). Word count is 1003 words. Thank you to secretfanficlover and VanillaAshes for betaing.

It's not too late to change the future.

It's not too late… It's not…

Ginny Weasley took a deep breath as she repeated those words in her head. During the war she had given up on her dream to become a professional Quidditch player. It had been impossible to practice while at Hogwarts during the madness of the war. But now, everything had resumed to normality - for the most part.

Classes were running, homework was given out, students were receiving normal detentions, food was being served at every meal, and most importantly for the seventh year, Quidditch was back to being everybody's favourite activity.

This was the first game Ginny had played for a while and it was against the Ravenclaws. She had to admit that she was a little bit nervous. What if she fell? What if she'd lost her skills? What if her past blocked her future?

There was no more time for her to think and the ginger-haired female swooped down to block one of the other teams' chasers. Then, as they tried to pass the Quaffle, it was intersected. Subconsciously, she began to fly, everything was naturally coming back to her. When the Quaffle was thrown towards her, she felt her fingers touch the cold leather and instantly hurled it through one of the goal posts.

Ten points to Gryffindor!

She'd done it. Her first goal of the game! And it wasn't her last, Ginny managed a further six goals, with the other chasers scoring a further eight between them. It was a great game and she couldn't help but feel thankful for being up on the broom. It was relaxing, freeing, and nothing could hold her back here.

The happy seventh-year flew down to the ground with a grin on her face. It felt amazing being back on a broom without a care in the world. That game alone was enough to reinforce her original career choice and go for being a professional Quidditch player, but there was only one team she wanted to play for: Holyhead Harpies.

Exam after Exam.

She could do this.

Test after Test.

It's not too late.

She felt like she was studying her life away.

Ginny was absolutely exhausted.

If she wasn't in an exam for her N.E.W.T'S, then she was in class where the professor thought it would be the best idea to give them mock tests! Why? How was that supposed to help them? Because it was just stressing Ginny out.

These exams would determine her life!

She had to focus, she had to pass, she had to concentrate, she had to actually read the page she had been staring at for the last five minutes. A loud sigh left her. "What am I studying?"

Hermione looked up from her extensive and increasing notes. "Charms."

Ginny looked at the cover on the book; Hermione was correct. Of course she was, she knew it all. However, Ginny needed to really focus on her studying for the theory exams. "Why is there a written exam for charms? Can't we just do the incantations?" She didn't receive a response. "Okay, I know why but it's still a frustration."

Placing her quill away, Hermione gave her a soft look. "Why don't we practice for the practical aspects of the exams? Let you blow off some steam?"

As tempting as that was, Ginny knew she hadn't spent enough time on the theory aspect of her studying. "Thanks." She sighed. "We should focus on these. Do you have a spare quill?"

Without hesitation, Hermione handed over a quill and placed her ink pot between them. "You'll do great, Ginny. It's just retaining all of the spells on pen and paper instead of during a fight."

Ginny nodded. She knew this. And she wasn't going to allow the past, allow the year of torture and insignificant teachers, to affect her grades now. She would focus and get this in.

So, the seventh-year dabbed the quill into the ink and began to write down the spells, the incantation, and when they can be used. She finally started to get into her revision and find her groove, when her owl swooped in and dropped a letter on top of her parchment.

Her being tempted to read it later only lasted in Ginny's thoughts for about two seconds. She placed the quill down, careful to not make splodges, and opened the letter. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Oh my Merlin!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Hermione questioned.

"This can't be happening!"

Neville, Luna, and Dean - who were all there - turned their attention to her.

"I just…" Ginny's mouth hung open as her eyes flicked over the rest of the letter. "Can't believe it." She paused. "I've been accepted!"

A joyous squeal left her throat as she stood up - knocking the chair over - and did a very small dance.

Hermione stood up too, confusion on her face, attempting to check the letter clasped in Ginny's grip. "Accepted to what, Gin?"

"The Holyhead Harpies!"

"Onto their team?" Dean asked, a smile on his face, which only helped fuel her excitement.

Ginny wiggled in excitement. "Yes. No. Not yet, anyway. Onto their training camp, which everybody knows is the first step to making their team!"

"Well done," Neville said, which created a trigger for everybody near-by to also congratulate her. It seems she had disrupted most of the library and Madam Pince was not pleased.

"That's fantastic!" Luna said, her dreamy voice filled with a proud excitement.

"I know!" Ginny responded to them all. She then took a very deep and calming breath. "I have wanted this since… well… forever! I can't believe it's happened. Oh! I got to go and write to everybody!" Without another word, Ginny ran out of the library, ignoring Madam Pince who tried to shush her - how could she be quiet in a wonderful time like this?

Her future was calling her right now! The past is gone and her future is waiting for her.