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Malena
"I give you… Thadwell!" Yelled the booming voice of the commentator.
"We'll be fine," Jersey said softly to herself, watching Corwin run out of the locker room and into the brightly lit stadium. "There's nothing to worry about."
"Allermanson!"
"Nervous, Jersey?" Harry whispered.
"Wallus!"
"Me? Nervous? Why would I be nervous?"
"Norman!" Speed ran out to the field.
"Well, you're strangling my arm, for one."
Jersey let go of Harry's arm and started to bite her nails nervously.
"Matten!"
"See you soon," Harry said, pushing Jersey forward. She jogged out onto the field.
"Aaaannnnddd Potter!" Harry ignored the fact that he was getting the loudest applause yet and ran out after Jersey.
There had to be over 100,000 people in the stadium. Harry glanced around for his dad, Sirius and the Weasleys, but he didn't see them.
"On my whistle," growled the referee to the two teams, who were glaring at each other.
"TWEET!" Both teams rose into the air and both of the teams went shooting off in different directions.
Jersey immediately went flying toward one of the Bludgers and slammed her bat into it. It went shooting forward like a cannonball and hit one of the opposing Chasers in the back of the head. He dropped the Quaffle and Speed, who was flying below, caught it.
There was a roar of approval from one half of the stadium, while the other half booed and hissed loudly.
"How're you doing Harry?" Jersey yelled quickly, flying after another Bludger.
"Good!" Harry had time to yell back.
All of a sudden a Bludger came flying at Harry. He flew out of the way just as the opposing Seeker was right beside him. The Bludger hit him full in the face, almost making him fall off his broom.
"Damn you!" Yelled the Seeker, clutching his bleeding nose.
"It's not my fault that you were behind me," Harry muttered, flying away in search of the Snitch. After a few minutes of dodging other teammates and opposing team members, Harry finally saw the opposing Seeker go into an incredible dive. Harry was about to fly after him, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of gold, and for a mere second Harry saw the Snitch fly into sight. The opposing Seeker was going into a Wronski Feint.
"What the hell are you doing!" Wallus yelled. "He's going after the Snitch!"
"He's faking Wallus!" Harry shouted back. "I just saw the Snitch."
The opposing Seeker was still flying straight toward the ground. He glanced behind himself to see if Harry was chasing after him. When he saw that Harry was still fifty feet above him and not even paying attention to what he was doing, he went slamming into the ground.
"Ooohhh! That had to hurt!" shouted the commentator.
"Good one Potter!" Yelled Speed, shooting by like a bullet. Harry smiled and flew a little higher, keeping his eye out for the Snitch. When an hour had gone by, the score was 120 to 100, with Puddlemere in the lead.
"Hurry up and catch the Snitch so we can go home!" Yolanda yelled as she flew by.
"I'm hurrying!"
Harry's eyes darted around the field. The Snitch was no where in sight, and the opposing Seeker was keeping his eye on Harry, making sure not to let him anywhere near the Snitch. Harry, feeling a little bored, went flying toward the Puddlemere goalposts, faking a look of concentration.
"Does Potter see the Snitch?! Oh, and it's Norman with the Quaffle! Georgus! Norman again!"
The opposing Seeker went flying after Harry, falling for his bluff. The crowds below were screaming with glee, watching the two Seekers shoot forward.
Harry did a flip in midair and flew in the opposite direction. The Seeker (who wasn't the best flyer in the world) narrowly avoided running into one of the goalposts.
The crowd gasped and cheered as Puddlemere got five more goals. Harry was still circling the game like a hawk, sixty feet in the air. All of a sudden, he spotted it. It was hovering about four feet above the center circle of the game. Harry sped toward the ground, numbly aware of the crowd cheering. As Harry went diving past the other Seeker, he shot after Harry. Harry and the opposing Seeker were nearly neck and neck as they sped toward the ground, both of their eyes on the little golden ball.
"C'mon!" Harry urged his broom. Harry took his hands off of his broom and shot forward toward the Snitch. He clasped his hand around the ball, just as the other Seeker went slamming into the ground.
The sound in the stadium was deafening as Harry raised his hand into the air in triumph, the tiny Snitch clamped tightly in his hand. The crowds were screaming madly, Harry watched as Jersey came speeding toward him, threw her arms around his neck hugged him hard. Speed clapped him on the back after they had done a lap of honor and had dismounted their brooms. Harry could now see his dad, Sirius, Hermione, and the Weasleys that had been able to come. They were cheering loudly and James was hugging another… woman. Harry looked at the woman. She was young, at least seven years younger than James, and she had dark, curly brown hair, and a slightly turned up nose. She was smiling happily and she kissed James on the cheek before cheering some more. The seven of them went into the locker rooms and sat down on the benches.
"Okay team, great job," Wallus said. "Excellent catch Potter."
"Thank you Wallus." Harry said, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.
"Okay, our next game is in France, I'll see you at practice on Saturday."
"We won! We won!" Jersey chanted, doing a sort of victory dance across the field, ending with a flip. "We won! Oh, come on Harry, dance with me!"
"No thanks, I-"
"Good job out there Harry," said someone behind Harry. Harr and Jersey turned around and found James standing there, his hand around the woman's waist.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"Harry, I'd like you to meet Meghan," James said.
"It' s nice to meet you," Harry said, extending his hand.
And all this time I thought that her name was Morgan, Harry thought.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry," said Meghan, shaking Harry's hand. Harry smelt a very strong perfume coming from Meghan, and the scent stayed on his hand.
"Your father has told me a lot of stuff about you," Meghan said. Harry saw her eyes dart toward Jersey, who was hovering in the background.
"Oh, Meghan, this is Jersey Matten," Harry said, pulling Jersey forward.
"Nice to meet you," Meghan said, a little more stiffly. Apparently James had told Meghan about Jersey too.
"Well, I think this calls for a celebration," Jersey said. "Harry, do you want to go to the Grind?"
"Sure? Er… want to come?" Harry asked James and Meghan.
"No, no thanks," James said. "I'll see you at home Harry." Jersey and Harry waved goodbye as James and Meghan Disapparated.
"Oh, I'm sure Meghan has to get home before her curfew," Jersey said sarcastically.
"Are we going to the Grind or not?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, let's go."
Harry lay awake hours later, watching the moon outside of his bedroom window. He had insomnia. After going to the Grind, he and Jersey had had a make out session before each of them had returned to their houses. James had already been asleep when Harry had arrived home, so he just went up to bed. And now he just lay there, staring at the window. After a minute or so of staring into space, Harry realized what he was seeing. An owl flying toward his window.
He threw his covers aside and opened the window for the owl to fly through. The owl landed on his bedpost and held out his leg so Harry could take the letter. He unfolded it and sat back down on his bed.
Dear Harry, it read.
The new Seeker's name is Matt Rosenbaum. He was spectacular in the Quidditch match! You should have seen the way that he dived and snatched up the Snitch! It was very good, and of course, Dave was all, "I taught him that."
The dance was okay, the Weird Sisters played again. Colin Creevy and his girlfriend Wendelyn Hummelin were voted "best couple".
I hope that you do well at your Quidditch match, of course, by the time you get this letter it will probably be over. I'm sure that I'll read about it in the Daily Prophet.
Say hello to Jersey for me, and tell her that I can't wait to see her again.
Love From,
Ginny
Harry finished reading the letter and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment. He loaded his quill with a bright green ink and started writing.
Dear Ginny,
It sounds like Matt is a very good Quidditch player. You're right, I did get this letter after the Quidditch match. You're also probably right that you will read in the Daily Prophet that we won.
Harry paused, unable to think of what to write next.
Our next Quidditch match will take place in France. Jersey and I will send you an owl from there, along with a souvenir or two. Jersey says hi, and she misses you (in fact, just today she was talking about this time when you were little girls and were playing Quidditch in the field behind your house and- well, you probably know the story.) Anyway, I hope you are well! Goodbye.
Harry
Months went by. Harry, Jersey and the rest of the Quidditch team traveled all over Europe and once to Africa for their games. Harry was often busy, working as a F.W. for the Department of Mysteries, while trying to keep the secret from everyone. At the end of June, the Quidditch team was having a break. Harry was lounging in his home when he received another owl.
Harry-
Mom was wondering if you would like to come see Ginny when she comes back from Hogwarts. She comes back tomorrow! Bring Jersey if you can, I'm sure that Gin would love to see her!
Ron
Harry hurriedly wrote back that he and Jersey were able to come and set Hedwig off.
"HEY! HARRY!" Ron bellowed. Harry had just appeared on Platform 9 ¾ with Jersey. They had been looking around wildly in search of the Weasleys, but Ron found them first.
"Hey Jersey," Ron said, giving her a quick embrace.
"My, my, my," Mrs. Weasley said, rushing forward giving Jersey a hug. "Jerasina, how much you've grown!"
"Good to see you too Mrs. Weasley!" Jersey said.
"Ginny will be ever so pleased to see you," Mrs. Weasley said. "Oh look! Here's the train now!"
The giant train came speeding suddenly into the station. It screeched to a stop and it was a few minutes before people started disembarking.
"Is that her?" Hermione asked.
"No, Gin's hair is redder than that!"
"Is that her over there?"
"No… I don't think so." A second later they saw Ginny's familiar, flaming red hair appear from the door of the train.
"Ginny!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley. "Over here!" Ginny turned and looked at her mother. She waved, and then turned back to the door. Two boys were loading her trunk onto a cart, and then one of them came over and kissed her on the cheek. Ginny and the boy wheeled their trunks over.
"Oh, mum, I missed you all so much!" Ginny said. "Oh, this is Matt." She motioned to the boy that had followed her over. "Matt Rosenbaum."