Chapter Six

Ginny sat in Harry's dinning room, Harry pacing across the Oriental rug in front of the lit fireplace, "I'm sorry I can't help you, Harry." She shrugged, "Really I am."

"Oh, it's not your fault Ginny. I should have come home when I first said I would. I told her I'd come back."

"Harry." Ginny stood, taking his hands in hers, "I think you need a vacation."

"I can't take a vacation right now. I've got Quidditch, and we're going to the cup this year in Ireland."

"Harry. You need a break. Even if just for a weekend." Ginny shook her head, "You can't keep going on like this."

"Ginny, I'm fine really, I'm just having some.some.well.some women problems, that's all."

"You have two games left in the season." Ginny looked down at the table, "This match on Saturday, and then the Cup in August."

"Yea? What about it?"

"Between Saturday's game, and the cup, I want to you spend a few weeks with us.at the Burrow."

"Ginny, I couldn't possibly intrude-"

"You wouldn't be intruding, Harry! We miss you, we really do."

Harry sat at the table, and hid his face in his arms for a moment, before looking up at her, "You and Neville are moving out of the Burrow on Monday, aren't you?"

Ginny nodded, "Yes. We already leased the apartment in London."

Harry nodded, "And Ron and Hermione already have a house in Surrey?"

"Uh huh." Ginny nodded.

"And Fred and George rented out a places in Hogsmead?"

"Yes. Where are you going with this, Harry?"

"So, it would basically just be me and your parents?"

"Well, Bill and Charlie are home for awhile." Ginny shrugged, "For the wedding, and then for a few weeks after. They're using all of they vacation day's they've collected."

"Oh." Harry nodded.

"Well, we all still have DINNER there every night.it wouldn't be just you, Mum, and Dad." Ginny smiled, "Harry, we'd all love to have you."

Harry looked down at his hands, "We don't even know if we're going to the cup yet."

"Oh Harry, I know you'll win this game!" Ginny smiled.

Harry nodded, "I'm glad your so sure about that."

Ginny's smile grew broader, "Harry you're a wonderful quidditch player! Of course you'll win."

Harry looked up at her, "How would you, and Neville like to come to the game on Saturday? It's in Bulgaria. Travel game." A smiled tweaked the corner of his mouth.

"We'd love to! It's been so long since we've seen you play! As long as you don't try any that aerobatic stuff again." She smiled.

Harry smiled, and looked down at his hands once more, "I'll send you the tickets then?"

"Of course!"

"Ask if anyone else would like tickets.I-I'd like for you all to come. Even if we don't win." __

"What is Harry doing?" Molly Weasley asked her husband, watching from the top box, her binoculars pressed closely to her face, "Don't tell me he's standing on his broom!"

"Looks like it dear." Arthur smiled a twinge, "Hope he doesn't hurt himself."

"Of course he won't." Fred rolled his eyes, "As long as he balances correctly, he'll be- Oh! He's almost got the snitch!"

Viktor Krum on the other hand had also seen the snitch, and was plummeting towards it at amazing speed.

"Just a bit more Harry!" George bit his lip, watching threw his own binoculars, "Oh! Ruddy luck! He almost had it!" The snitch had disappeared again, and Viktor and Harry had almost crashed into one another.

"Watch it, Krum!" Harry smiled, pushing off, and backing his broom up.

"Me? Watch where your going Potter! Don't you know not to get in the way!" Krum was also smiling, as he turned, and rose higher up into the air.

Harry shook his head, and turned looking for a flit of gold. He and Krum had been feinting each other the entire game. Occasionally when the snitch WAS there, it usually disappeared before either of them could grab it.

He looked over the crowd. Lately the snitch had taken to flit around someone's head in the crowd. Not to today it looked like. He looked below him. There it was; about ten feet down. As not to look suspicious, he let his broom sink down a bit. No such luck. Krum had been watching him.

Urging his Firebolt-2002 lower, the snitch only inches away from his fingers, Krum only a few feet behind him, he threw himself from his broom, grasping the snitch in his hand. Just barely remembering to twist his ankle around the broom handle.

The crowds roared. America was going onto the Quidditch World Cup.