Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Chapter 12: The First Quidditch Game of the Season
Both Harry and Fira were breathless, but they didn't stop running until they got back inside the castle. Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak over both their heads. Both walked slowly and quietly. Mrs Norris came by them twice, but now Harry was sure that the Invisibility Cloak works on cats. Once they got to the Gryffindor Common Room, they headed wordlessly towards their respective dorms.
Fira didn't want to come out the next day. It was a Saturday, which meant there would be Quidditch practice for the game next week. But she just didn't want to go out and face Harry or Draco right now. Especially not Draco. She lay awake in her dorm, staring up at the ceiling of her 4- poster bed. She couldn't face Harry, knowing that he now knew her biggest and worst secret (being a Death Eater) and what that meant to him. And Draco? HA!! Draco would have her dead in a second for running off like that. But then she wasn't supposed to care about Harry, right? She was the Daughter of Voldemort, for Pete's sake! Remembering this, Fira winced as a burning pain bolted up her spine. She remembered then that she was still fighting her transformation. She wouldn't be able to hold out for very long, she knew, but at least when that time comes when she has to give in, she'd have Harry far away from her…
A knock on her door brought her back to her wits. "Fira!" a voice on the other side said, "Fira get up! Quidditch practice!" It was Harry. So much for keeping him far away. Fira was amazed at how the events of last night didn't seem to have fazed him in any way. She got up and opened the door. "Hi Harry," she said. It was only now that she noticed how badly they had beat him up that night. He had a wound on his left cheek, a small cut across his eyebrow, a gash along his neck and another cut on the corner of his mouth. "Whoa," she said, "Good heavens, Harry, what the hell did they do to you?" "I dunno, Fira," Harry said. "You tell me." Fira smiled sheepishly and sleepily. "Sorry," she said. "Get dressed," Harry said, "Quidditch practice. We've got a game next weekend, remember?" "I remember," Fira said. "I'll be with you in a sec." "Hope you don't mind if I wait for you," Harry said. Fira shook her head. She turned back into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door. Suddenly Harry let out a gasp of surprise, similar to the one Fira had let out a while ago. "What?" Fira said, not turning to look at him. "Fira," Harry said. "What's that on your back? Looks like scars…" Fira froze. No one was supposed to see the scars on her back except the one who had put them there and charmed her skin to hide the scars. "I-it's nothing," she stammered. "Just a few wound marks…don't worry about them…" She dressed quickly, hoping and trying to make sure that Harry didn't see them anymore. She grabbed her Nimbus 2005 and led Harry out the door. "Let's go then," she said hurriedly, dragging Harry along by the arm. "We don't want to waste such a perfectly good morning!"
The Quidditch practice went on smoothly, and Fira's scars left Harry for a while. The week flew by for Harry, but it hardly went faster than a speeding turtle for Fira. She was doing well in her studies, but she was having a hard time avoiding Malfoy. It seemed everywhere she turned, he was there. He either sneered at her, or gave her a cold, dark look, the one he used to reserve for Harry alone. Harry knew what she had done was grave, but he didn't know how grave it was.
Finally, Saturday came around. Bright and early, the Quidditch pitch stadiums were filled with Gryffindors and Slytherins, cheering on their teams. The teams, in the meantime, were in their locker rooms. Harry paced the floor in their locker room, sweat beads forming on his forehead. "Stop worrying, Harry," Angelina Johnson said. "You're starting to remind everyone of Oliver. We'll be fine! We've got the best beaters since the Weasley twins, the fastest Keeper since Bill Weasley, and the best Seeker since Charlie Weasley." "Hang on a minute," Ron said. "Why were all those comparisons with my brothers?" Angelina ignored him. "We'll be fine, Harry," Fira said. "We've got all of Wood's strategies and my strategies pat down! What could go wrong?" "Anything," Harry said. "Anything can happen out there! Especially against Slytherin!" "But it doesn't matter, right?" Katie Bell said. "She's right, Harry," Ron said. "Against whatever House Team, we're still the best-ruddy-team-EVER!" "We'll beat 'em to the ground, I'm telling you," Seamus said. "Easy for you to say," Harry said, "You're not chasing the Snitch wearing glasses!"
At long last the teams stepped out onto the field. Malfoy and Harry glared at each other. Madame Hooch came out onto the field as well. "Captains shake hands," she said. Harry and Malfoy did so in a less than friendly manner. She released the Bludgers, the Snitch, then finally the Quaffle. On her whistle, 14 brooms rose high into the air. The game began then. Harry stuck to the old plan of him staying up high away from the game until he found the Snitch. He looked around as he listened to Dean Thomas' commentating, which sounded exactly like Lee Jordan's commentating in the past:
"Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle-over to Bell-over to Johnson-WATCH OUT, ANGELINA THAT'S NOT A BLUDGER, THAT'S GOYLE!-ooh, nice Beater job there by Finnigan-GOT YOU ON THE RUN NOW, GOYLE!-Gryffindor still in possession-no, Slytherin in possession-it's going, going…YES! SHE DID IT! BLACK STOPPED THE QUAFFLE!-man, that girl has amazing speed…not to mention she's kind of cute, too…" ("THOMAS!" McGonagall said. At this, Harry had to smile; the same thing always happened to Lee Jordan whenever he commentated.) "Sorry, Professor-anyway, back to the game-Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle-wait, they're using a new strategy! YES, THEY'RE NOT USING WOOD'S OLD STRATEGIES! NICE DECISION BY GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM CAPTAIN HARRY POTTER! –It looks like they formed a 5 point star! –amazing move their by the beautiful Gryffindor Chasers! –wait, was that the Snitch?"
Harry looked around. He saw the Snitch, but it was hovering closer to Malfoy. Harry urged his Firebolt on, hoping Malfoy hadn't seen it. It was about 500 meters away from Malfoy, and considering the speed of Malfoy's Nimbus 2001, he could reach it before Harry could, and the GQT would suffer their worst defeat yet. Harry tried to get behind Malfoy, so that Malfoy didn't see him or the Snitch. Malfoy was hovering around near the Gryffindor goal posts, where Fira was too. Fira had also seen the Snitch, and she knew she had to distract Malfoy. But the question was how?
Crabbe came around and tried to put the Quaffle past the goal posts. Fira took the opportunity to distract Malfoy. She rose straight up (she was a few feet below him), knocking Malfoy from where he hovered. Malfoy flew away from the goal posts at least 5 meters. Fira stopped the Quaffle and threw it back to one of the Gryffindor Chasers. She hovered there for a while, putting her in between Malfoy and the Snitch. She decided to not tell Harry that he was free or else Malfoy would see the Snitch too. Harry took the opportunity as well, and urged his Firebolt to go faster. Malfoy, Harry noticed, had also now seen the Snitch but was having trouble getting around Fira who flew around blocking him (I'm just protecting my goal posts, Draco!"). Just a few more seconds, Fira, Harry prayed. Hold him off just a few more seconds…And a few more seconds it was. Before Harry knew it, he had collided with Fira, the Snitch clutched tightly in one hand. "We did it!" Harry said. "We've won!" The points stood 210 (Gryffindor) to 30 (Slytherin). The Gryffindor team landed and started jumping up and down with joy, while the Slytherin team was jumping up and down with rage. Malfoy was the angriest of them all. He stood stone-like, arms crossed in front of him, eyes staring coldly at Fira and Harry. "If it's a war you want, Fira," he said quietly, "then it's a war you'll get." Fira felt as if someone was staring at her. She looked over at the defeated Slytherins and noticed Malfoy staring coldly at her. She glared back, as if she had heard what Malfoy had just said.
Back at the Gryffindor Common Room, a surprise victory party had erupted, though for Harry, the party came as no surprise anymore, as it's always been this way with any Gryffindor victory. Neville, Parvati Patil and, strangely enough, Hermione had gone to get food from the kitchens. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors partied late into the night.
A/N: still to be continued!!!!!!
Chapter 12: The First Quidditch Game of the Season
Both Harry and Fira were breathless, but they didn't stop running until they got back inside the castle. Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak over both their heads. Both walked slowly and quietly. Mrs Norris came by them twice, but now Harry was sure that the Invisibility Cloak works on cats. Once they got to the Gryffindor Common Room, they headed wordlessly towards their respective dorms.
Fira didn't want to come out the next day. It was a Saturday, which meant there would be Quidditch practice for the game next week. But she just didn't want to go out and face Harry or Draco right now. Especially not Draco. She lay awake in her dorm, staring up at the ceiling of her 4- poster bed. She couldn't face Harry, knowing that he now knew her biggest and worst secret (being a Death Eater) and what that meant to him. And Draco? HA!! Draco would have her dead in a second for running off like that. But then she wasn't supposed to care about Harry, right? She was the Daughter of Voldemort, for Pete's sake! Remembering this, Fira winced as a burning pain bolted up her spine. She remembered then that she was still fighting her transformation. She wouldn't be able to hold out for very long, she knew, but at least when that time comes when she has to give in, she'd have Harry far away from her…
A knock on her door brought her back to her wits. "Fira!" a voice on the other side said, "Fira get up! Quidditch practice!" It was Harry. So much for keeping him far away. Fira was amazed at how the events of last night didn't seem to have fazed him in any way. She got up and opened the door. "Hi Harry," she said. It was only now that she noticed how badly they had beat him up that night. He had a wound on his left cheek, a small cut across his eyebrow, a gash along his neck and another cut on the corner of his mouth. "Whoa," she said, "Good heavens, Harry, what the hell did they do to you?" "I dunno, Fira," Harry said. "You tell me." Fira smiled sheepishly and sleepily. "Sorry," she said. "Get dressed," Harry said, "Quidditch practice. We've got a game next weekend, remember?" "I remember," Fira said. "I'll be with you in a sec." "Hope you don't mind if I wait for you," Harry said. Fira shook her head. She turned back into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door. Suddenly Harry let out a gasp of surprise, similar to the one Fira had let out a while ago. "What?" Fira said, not turning to look at him. "Fira," Harry said. "What's that on your back? Looks like scars…" Fira froze. No one was supposed to see the scars on her back except the one who had put them there and charmed her skin to hide the scars. "I-it's nothing," she stammered. "Just a few wound marks…don't worry about them…" She dressed quickly, hoping and trying to make sure that Harry didn't see them anymore. She grabbed her Nimbus 2005 and led Harry out the door. "Let's go then," she said hurriedly, dragging Harry along by the arm. "We don't want to waste such a perfectly good morning!"
The Quidditch practice went on smoothly, and Fira's scars left Harry for a while. The week flew by for Harry, but it hardly went faster than a speeding turtle for Fira. She was doing well in her studies, but she was having a hard time avoiding Malfoy. It seemed everywhere she turned, he was there. He either sneered at her, or gave her a cold, dark look, the one he used to reserve for Harry alone. Harry knew what she had done was grave, but he didn't know how grave it was.
Finally, Saturday came around. Bright and early, the Quidditch pitch stadiums were filled with Gryffindors and Slytherins, cheering on their teams. The teams, in the meantime, were in their locker rooms. Harry paced the floor in their locker room, sweat beads forming on his forehead. "Stop worrying, Harry," Angelina Johnson said. "You're starting to remind everyone of Oliver. We'll be fine! We've got the best beaters since the Weasley twins, the fastest Keeper since Bill Weasley, and the best Seeker since Charlie Weasley." "Hang on a minute," Ron said. "Why were all those comparisons with my brothers?" Angelina ignored him. "We'll be fine, Harry," Fira said. "We've got all of Wood's strategies and my strategies pat down! What could go wrong?" "Anything," Harry said. "Anything can happen out there! Especially against Slytherin!" "But it doesn't matter, right?" Katie Bell said. "She's right, Harry," Ron said. "Against whatever House Team, we're still the best-ruddy-team-EVER!" "We'll beat 'em to the ground, I'm telling you," Seamus said. "Easy for you to say," Harry said, "You're not chasing the Snitch wearing glasses!"
At long last the teams stepped out onto the field. Malfoy and Harry glared at each other. Madame Hooch came out onto the field as well. "Captains shake hands," she said. Harry and Malfoy did so in a less than friendly manner. She released the Bludgers, the Snitch, then finally the Quaffle. On her whistle, 14 brooms rose high into the air. The game began then. Harry stuck to the old plan of him staying up high away from the game until he found the Snitch. He looked around as he listened to Dean Thomas' commentating, which sounded exactly like Lee Jordan's commentating in the past:
"Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle-over to Bell-over to Johnson-WATCH OUT, ANGELINA THAT'S NOT A BLUDGER, THAT'S GOYLE!-ooh, nice Beater job there by Finnigan-GOT YOU ON THE RUN NOW, GOYLE!-Gryffindor still in possession-no, Slytherin in possession-it's going, going…YES! SHE DID IT! BLACK STOPPED THE QUAFFLE!-man, that girl has amazing speed…not to mention she's kind of cute, too…" ("THOMAS!" McGonagall said. At this, Harry had to smile; the same thing always happened to Lee Jordan whenever he commentated.) "Sorry, Professor-anyway, back to the game-Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle-wait, they're using a new strategy! YES, THEY'RE NOT USING WOOD'S OLD STRATEGIES! NICE DECISION BY GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM CAPTAIN HARRY POTTER! –It looks like they formed a 5 point star! –amazing move their by the beautiful Gryffindor Chasers! –wait, was that the Snitch?"
Harry looked around. He saw the Snitch, but it was hovering closer to Malfoy. Harry urged his Firebolt on, hoping Malfoy hadn't seen it. It was about 500 meters away from Malfoy, and considering the speed of Malfoy's Nimbus 2001, he could reach it before Harry could, and the GQT would suffer their worst defeat yet. Harry tried to get behind Malfoy, so that Malfoy didn't see him or the Snitch. Malfoy was hovering around near the Gryffindor goal posts, where Fira was too. Fira had also seen the Snitch, and she knew she had to distract Malfoy. But the question was how?
Crabbe came around and tried to put the Quaffle past the goal posts. Fira took the opportunity to distract Malfoy. She rose straight up (she was a few feet below him), knocking Malfoy from where he hovered. Malfoy flew away from the goal posts at least 5 meters. Fira stopped the Quaffle and threw it back to one of the Gryffindor Chasers. She hovered there for a while, putting her in between Malfoy and the Snitch. She decided to not tell Harry that he was free or else Malfoy would see the Snitch too. Harry took the opportunity as well, and urged his Firebolt to go faster. Malfoy, Harry noticed, had also now seen the Snitch but was having trouble getting around Fira who flew around blocking him (I'm just protecting my goal posts, Draco!"). Just a few more seconds, Fira, Harry prayed. Hold him off just a few more seconds…And a few more seconds it was. Before Harry knew it, he had collided with Fira, the Snitch clutched tightly in one hand. "We did it!" Harry said. "We've won!" The points stood 210 (Gryffindor) to 30 (Slytherin). The Gryffindor team landed and started jumping up and down with joy, while the Slytherin team was jumping up and down with rage. Malfoy was the angriest of them all. He stood stone-like, arms crossed in front of him, eyes staring coldly at Fira and Harry. "If it's a war you want, Fira," he said quietly, "then it's a war you'll get." Fira felt as if someone was staring at her. She looked over at the defeated Slytherins and noticed Malfoy staring coldly at her. She glared back, as if she had heard what Malfoy had just said.
Back at the Gryffindor Common Room, a surprise victory party had erupted, though for Harry, the party came as no surprise anymore, as it's always been this way with any Gryffindor victory. Neville, Parvati Patil and, strangely enough, Hermione had gone to get food from the kitchens. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors partied late into the night.
A/N: still to be continued!!!!!!