Chapter 12- In The End
Oliver was astounded. As he held the Quiddich Cup for all to see, he was lost for words. He had so many emotions running through him that he barely knew that the team had picked him and Harry up and carried them across the crowd, above everyone, into the locker room.
Oliver wasn't sure how it had happened. One minute he had seen Harry, speeding up towards the snitch, and the next minute Malfoy had been right behind. It was then that Oliver was almost sure he had seen Draco's wand poised towards Harry's broom. But Harry had caught the Snitch. He had won Oliver's last match for him. By the time he could speak again, the rest of the team was whooping, hollering, and already beginning to party.
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Harry stopped dead halfway through a spirited jump with Fred to look over at Oliver, sitting blankly on a locker-room bench. He walked over and sat beside him.
"You did it Harry. I never knew a third-year to have guts like you. I know I was never so brave when I was your age." Harry turned red.
"But Oliver, all I did was catch the Snitch. I've done it loads of times. Why is that so brave?" Oliver smiled. "Because, Harry, you knew if you didn't catch it today, I would have been depressed, seeing how it was my last game. You took on the job of making sure I was happy, and I see that as being courageous. Well, I think that's enough mushy stuff for one day eh? Let's have some fun!!"
But What About……?
I know what you're all thinking. What happens to Oliver and his Firebolt? Is Angelina okay? Is Flint dead yet? (hehe) Well, here's where you can find your answers.
1. Oliver's parents talked to Fudge. He said that he was extremely sorry, but there was a mix-up of owls and that letter shouldn't even have gone to Wood's house. So, he got to keep the Firebolt. Fudge said that he had recognized Wood as the player that one of the Quiddich teams had been talking about signing, and knew he would need a good broom. Fudge sent him the receipt for the broom, and 'ol Woodie got signed to Puddlemere United (just like in the book…hehe).
2. All Quiddich players that got hurt were fixed by Madam Pomfrey in a matter of hours. No, sorry, Flint didn't die. ;o) Angelina is eagerly anticipating her next match.
3. If you have any more questions, email me at princesszelda09@aol.com …wow that sounded all professional! :o) …please review! *Rachel Purton*