Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse
Chapter 25 The Quidditch Final and the Kidnap
A.N. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. This chapter is dedicated to Hermione Gulliver (did I spell that right?) Who is a wonderful person and a true-blue fan of mine. Anyway, after you finish reading this chapter, I would really appreciate it if you review, for I have a personal goal to beat my old story HP and the Duplaticus Curse in reviews. I have over 360 reviews in my old story, but only about 270 or so in this story. So please review so I can reach my goal!
Malena
"My lord," said a voice. "I do not totally understand the plan. Why exactly do we need the girl?"
"My dear," said a cold voice softly, "That is for me to know and for you to find out." The figure that was sitting across from Lord Voldemort nervously drummed her long, brilliantly pink fingernails on the armrest of her chair.
"When will I find out?" Asked the person.
"In a few moments," said Voldemort softly. He stroked the enormous snake that was curled up on the rug. "Kavina will be getting a treat once I kill that wretched Potter boy, and his father."
"What does Potter have to do with the girl?" The person asked.
"It seems that she is Potter's new 'fling,'" Lord Voldemort said. "She is of no great importance to me, she's just a way to get the Potters to me."
"How are you going to kill both of the Potters?" Asked the person.
"I'm going to duel with them, obviously," Lord Voldemort snapped. "But if all else fails, I'm going to let Kavina do the job." The giant snake opened her mouth as if ready to strike.
"Not now Kavina," said Voldemort softly. "Anyway, how has the spying gone?"
"Well…"
Harry sat, staring at the fire for the rest of the night. He wasn't tired, and even if he did sleep his dreams would've been filled with the Prophecy and what could happen. When the clock in the corner chimed six thirty Harry went back up to his dorm room and got dressed. Then he returned to the common room where a few of the early risers were milling around. At around seven Harry went down to breakfast. Fifteen minutes later he met up with Ginny and they ate breakfast together, discussing the upcoming Quidditch final. At around seven thirty Ron and Hermione showed up, hand in hand. They finished their breakfast and rushed off to their morning classes. Harry didn't tell anyone about the Prophecy, he didn't want to worry anyone. He hated it when people fussed over him, and people were sure to worry about him if they found out about the Prophecy.
After a morning of Transfiguring classmates into newts, everyone went down to lunch. While Harry and Ron were on break Hedwig appeared with a letter.
James,
Harry chuckled to himself and started to write a letter to James, Remus and Sirius.
I'm glad that you will probably be able to come to the Quidditch match. I really hope that you can come! I'm in the middle of break right now, and I have to go soon, but before I go I have to tell you-
Harry stopped writing. He scratched out the last line and started writing again.
I am doing fine and my scar hasn't been hurting lately. We haven't found out anything new about the Deathday Curse, of course, you're probably happy about that. Gotta go!
Harry
P.S. Ron wants to write something:
REMUS AND PROFESSOR PERRY, SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,
FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES -
Harry folded the letter and gave it to Hedwig to take to the three of them. Then he collected his bag and went to his next class.
A week or so passed, and before Harry knew it the Final Quidditch match was only a day away. Harry took this match very seriously, because not only was it the Final Quidditch match of the year, but it was Harry's final Quidditch match at Hogwarts. He wanted it to be the best game ever played. Every night he held two hour Quidditch Practices, and they went so great that Harry couldn't see what could stop them from getting the cup. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and unless the weather changed drastically, there wouldn't be a casualty with weather. Harry had gotten word from James that he would be able to go to the match.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat around the fire the night before the match, the only people who were talking were Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ginny were just sitting side by side, Ginny sitting her head on Harry's shoulder, listening to the other two talk. Harry was getting a familiar fluttering sensation in his stomach that he always got the night before something important. Harry sent the team to bed early, so they would get a good night's sleep.
Harry slept fitfully. First he dreamed that he had walked onto the Quidditch field without any clothes on. He woke up in a cold sweat and after he assured himself that the Quidditch match was hours away and that he would be fully robed, he fell asleep again…
He awoke a few hours later because someone was shaking him violently on the shoulder.
"Wassamatter?" Harry asked groggily.
"It's time to get up," Dave said. Harry noticed that he looked pale.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"I'm just nervous, like I always get before a Quidditch match."
"Everyone's nervous Dave," Harry moaned. "But that's no reason to go waking people up at odd hours of the morning."
"It's seven thirty," Dave said, motioning to the clock beside Harry's bed. "Everyone else has gone down to breakfast. But I decided to let you sleep in."
"Thanks," Harry yawned, finally getting out of bed. After Dave left Harry went in search of his robes. About ten minutes later, Harry had walked into the Great Hall with his broom.
"Good luck Harry," called a few of the Hufflepuffs (The ones that were cheering for Gryffindor anyway). Harry smiled at them and walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Good morning Harry," Hermione said. "You'd better eat something, you need your strength."
Harry took a bit of toast and put it on his plate, but he didn't eat it. Everyone around him was chatting about how good a match it was going to be. He felt that if he opened his mouth he was going to hurl. Ginny was sitting at the other end of the table, chatting with her friends Anna and Libby. Harry caught her eye and smiled, she smiled back.
At eight thirty, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team walked out to the locker rooms. They all sat down on the benches, the rest of the team looked up at Harry with anxious expressions on their faces.
"Listen team," Harry said, trying not to let them hear his voice shaking with nervousness. "This is the last game of the year, MY last game at Hogwarts, we've played Ravenclaw before, and I have to admit, that they were good. But we are better, we can beat them, and we ARE going to beat them. Just fly like you did in practice yesterday. And before we go out there run over all of the moves that we learned, remember our plans, and concentrate on winning. Good luck."
David started to clap first, then Audrey, and then everyone in the locker room was clapping. Harry grinned appreciatively, and sat down.
"And here is the Gryffindor team!" Mara Jordan called. The team walked out as their names were called and beamed around at all of the people in the stadium. After announcing the Ravenclaw team, everyone stood facing each other while Madame Hooch let the balls out of their crate.
"On my whistle," She said. "TWWWWWEEEEEETTTT!"
Everyone rose into the air and flew off in different directions. Harry flew the highest, his eyes darting all around in search of the Snitch.
Madelyn Walker was the new Seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She was keeping her eye on Harry, while looking around for the Snitch. Harry suddenly went into a spectacular dive, zooming toward the ground. Madelyn followed, she too had a Firebolt, and she was catching up. Harry and Madelyn were only inches apart when Harry pulled out of his dive. Madelyn went flying into the ground.
"Go Harry! Go Ginny! GO TEAM!" Hermione and Ron cheered from the stands. Neville was sitting next to them, and Hagrid was on the other side of them.
"Never seen a Feint that good b'fore," Hagrid said, looking through his enormous binoculars. "Harry's been practicin'."
"Yeah, he's been practicing so much that he's hardly had time to get through all of his homework," Hermione said.
"Hey Hagrid," Ron said. "Who're those people over there? In the front row?"
Hermione looked over in that direction. There were five or so people sitting in the very front row, wearing deep red robes.
"Oh, I'm not s'pposed to tell you 'bout them," Hagrid said, grinning slightly. Hermione and Ron begged and begged Hagrid to tell them, and he finally gave in.
"You see, they're from the Department of Magical Games and Sports." Hagrid said softly. "They're looking for new Quidditch players, they're here reviewing the teams."
"Really?" Ron asked. "Wow!"
"Yeah, and the way Harry's flying today, I bet that he'll be first on they're list," Hagrid said, lifting his binoculars back to his eyes.
Hermione, Ron and Neville continued to cheer for Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team.
"Harry! Look out!" Shrieked Audrey, as a Quaffle came zooming towards him. Harry had to lie flat on his broom to avoid it, and right after he had sat back up, he saw the Snitch hovering a few inches above the Ravenclaw goalpost. Harry zoomed forward while Madelyn's back was turned. Before she could even react Harry's hand was clamped tight around the Snitch.
It was if someone had turned up the volume, full blast. Harry couldn't even hear what Ginny said to him when all of the team had caught him in a giant group hug. The crowd was spilling out onto the field. Harry and the rest of the team were pushed up to a stage that had been recently conjured there. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonnagal were standing there, Professor McGonnagal weeping into her hankerchief, holding the gleaming Quidditch cup.
"Congratulations," Professor Dumbledore said, handing Harry the Quidditch cup. He lifted it high above his head and the volume of the crowd went up even higher.
"Before we return inside," Professor Dumbledore said, when everyone had quieted down a bit. "We need to hand out a few more things. These are several workers from the Department of Magical Games and Sports-" He motioned to the five people who were standing beside him. "And I am happy to announce that all of these fine Quidditch players have been selected to go to a special Quidditch camp over the summer."
"First," said a witch, stepping out from the line of people. "To Captain and Seeker Harry Potter." She handed him an envelope. "Second to Keeper Ginny Weasley." She handed an envelope to Ginny too, who turned brilliantly pink. She gave everyone else their envelopes too.
"I hope to see you over the summer," she said. She bowed once and then left with her co-workers.
"Well, it is time to go in now," said Professor Dumbledore, motioning for everyone to return to the school. Harry and Ginny waited for Ron and Hermione. Ginny's friends reached them first.
"Oh my god," squealed Anna, "You were amazing! Both of you!"
"Thank you," Ginny and Harry said.
"You two make such a cute couple," Libby said, looking dreamily at the two of them.
Before Ginny or Harry could reply, Ron and Hermione had come over.
"That was wonderful!" Hermione said.
"What's in the envelopes?" Ron asked. Harry and Ginny were both clutching their envelopes, and they now opened them up.
"You have been accepted to attend one of the best Quidditch camp in Europe. Some of the best Quidditch teams have been made of wizards and witches who went through training at this camp," Harry said. The rest gave the date of which they had to reply by, and when they would be attending camp.
"Oh that is so exciting!" Libby said. "Just think, the two of you, at camp, together." She gave a dreamy sigh.
"I suppose that we should probably get back to the castle," Harry said, changing the subject. The six of them walked up to the castle.
While everyone was partying up in the common room, Harry and Ginny were separated. About an hour into their partying Ginny received an owl. It was a note that said:
Meet me down by the lake. We need to talk.
It said nothing else, but Ginny supposed that it must have been from Harry. She walked out onto the grounds and over to the still lake. She looked around for Harry. He wasn't there yet, and she was starting to get a little chilly. She heard a rustling in a nearby bush.
"Harry?" She called out nervously. "Harry is that you?"
Silence.
"Harry, this isn't funny," Ginny said. "C'mon out now."
Before she could do anything else, a hand grabbed her from behind and another one covered her mouth to muffle her scream.
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Malena
