Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the general concept of the books belong to J.K. Rowling, this is just a fanfiction inspired by the books, I do not own any of the characters except for Andrea. (bet you didn't see that one coming, ha! I can be normal, I told them all! Well… I guess I just lost the right to normalcy)

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Harry sat there poking at his eggs.

"Why don't you just eat something," said Hermione, "It'll be good for you."

"Nope, I just can't, this is the first quidditch game of the season, against Slytherin, and to make things worse, Draco's the captain, if we don't win, I'll never live it down."

"Don't worry," Ron muttered through bites of his food, "You've got a great team, you're the best seeker in this school, Andie's the best chaser, and that keeper's not too damn bad either…oh yeah, and Fred and George, whatever."

Harry looked down at his plate and swirled the food together.

"Yeah, I know, but – Hey, where is Andie anyway?"

"Well, there's two possibilities," began Hermione, "Either she can't eat either, or she's in the kitchen eating more than any of us."

"Knowing her," said Ron, "which I don't… I'd say the second."

"Yeah well…" Harry looked down at his watch, "Oh, lord, I've got to get down to the quidditch pitch, I'll see you at the game."

Harry whistled as he walked lazily out the front doors. Looking out on the glassy lake, he began to think…

Don't worry yourself Potter, you've got a good team, and you've been practicing like mad. Especially with Andrea… who would have known what she could do. She's special though, even if I've only known her for a few weeks, I can see that…I wonder what she thinks of me…

He smiled a little then shook his head.

"What am I thinking?" he said out loud.

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With Madam Hooch's whistle all 14 players soared into the air.

"Remember the play!!" Harry called down to Andrea.

She nodded to him and soared away with the quaffle. Harry squinted, looking for even the tiniest glint that might lead him to the snitch.

"…And Andrea Lupin is weaving in and out, look at her go!" announced Lee Jordan, "Oooh, but Parkinson dives right into her! Tough blow! Damn Slytherin-- er, sorry professor, but come on! That has to be a foul! Oh, but look! Alicia Spinet steals back the quaffle, clean pass to Lupin who sends it right through that hoop!!! Ten points for Gryffindor!!"

Going well so far, Harry thought to himself, just keep looking for that snitch…

At first Harry was completely focused, trying to listen to what was happening now and then, Andrea had scored another goal, then Slytherin scored, the second time Slytherin tried to score, Abigail blocked the goal, then Katie Bell scored, and George barely missed stopping a bludger from hitting Alicia. Suddenly Harry's attention began to wander, he was watching her, making sure she didn't mess up the play. His feeling of being responsible for her action's was returning.

Harry, you have your own things to think about, don't worry about her, she'll be fine.

Harry searched for the snitch a bit more, and rested once again on Andrea.

What's she doing? That's not what we discussed—no, Harry, she's good, she can handle this, you don't have to give her extra attention…

But he was giving her extra attention, something in him wholly doubted her, doubted her abilities, doubted her existence. But not even that was the whole reason, from the beginning, something had connected him to her, she had become his burden, but a welcome one. It was a subconscious decision to make himself responsible for her failure here. Why? He didn't know…

Get in the game, he thought to himself, come on…

"And Lupin scores another one, she is really goin'!" announced Lee.

And then Harry saw it, darting between the two Slytherin beaters, the golden snitch. Harry could see Draco was looking at him, he thought for a moment and then decided what he would do. He shot straight up in the air, Malfoy on his tail; he looked down without turning his head so that Draco wouldn't know. Then, just as he got high enough, he dove straight down, the two beater's looked up at him in horror and flew away in opposite directions Before Malfoy could even realize what Harry had done, he had caught the snitch. Harry had caught the snitch.

"And Gryffindor wins!!!" cheered Lee, "180 to 30!!!!"

Andrea smiled and flew towards him, hand out for a high five.

"We won!" he shouted to her.

"Yeah, now you wont have to crawl under a rock."

His hand met hers, and something quite unexpected happened: he held onto it. What he did next, he couldn't control, maybe it was the same thing driving him to watch over her that drove him to this, but it didn't matter. It must have surprised every soul standing in that audience. There couldn't have been one body present there who had seen it coming, but there was no doubt as to who was the person Harry had most astonished, that would had to have been himself…

She remained there, frozen, unresponsive; his heart gave a single beat that he was sure every one could hear over the cheering. He softened is grip on her and let her drift from him, still motionless. What had he done… Suddenly, the entire crowd hushed for a moment, and then exploded with a different sound, whispering. She turned away and Harry floated down wearily.