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fourth book of Harry Potter. I own their personalities but not their names.
A/N: I really must thank everyone again for waiting for this chapter as
well. I haven't posted because of school. I have had so much homework this
year so far and it hasn't even been one month! I THANK YOU again and
again!! I hope this is a good chapter that you all like! (I at least love
the title!)
Chapter Ten: Quaffles and Harry Potter
Lena, Owen, Francis, and Lynn all marched into the Great Hall and sat down at the long Gryffindor table. Lena and Orla swapped a most vicious glare and then began to eat. Lena was still plotting a way to find out where Isabella was when Lydia came up to her. "Rose, there is a practice tonight, even though it's black as the inside of a trunk out there." She looked around the Hall to the other tables and looked at the Slytherin table behind the Gryffindor one against the stone wall. "We have our first match tomorrow against Slytherin." Her eyes came back to Lena. "Sorry about the late practice, but there was no other day to book the pitch! Those nasty Slytherins!" She stormed off down the table towards the other players. "So, are you excited?" Owen asked as he scooped mashed potatoes into his mouth. Lena was not all that excited. Not only did she still have Isabella on her mind, she also was nervous that she would let her team down. She simply shrugged as a reply and took a swig of her pumpkin juice.
After dinner, Lena walked down to the Quidditch pitch with Trevor and April. She felt like the "third wheel" because she didn't talk much but the other two were just blabbing on and on about the day. Lena looked all around her at every step they took into the cold, dark night. Trevor's wand was lit up by the Lumos spell and so they could see their way around. Lena felt like she was being watched. She could only think of Isabella. They finally reached the Quidditch pitch and entered the locker room where the other teammates joined them. There, they all got changed and ready and left to practice. Lena tried her hardest to focus on the game as they pushed off the ground and soared into the air. From high above, Lena could see much more than she could on the ground. She could see many, many trees. There was one that stood out from the rest. It was an old willow tree that had no flowers or leaves on it. Lydia blew her whistle and the game began.
Lena thought she played very well and only missed three shots. She was definitely proud of April. From the goal posts, Lena thought April really got in there and whacked that Bludger around. Trevor was proud of all of them and Lydia seemed pleased enough to let everyone go to sleep after such a long night. "So girls, are you ready for tomorrow's big game?" Trevor asked when they all reached the common room. April looked very confident (even though she was deathly tired) and said she was totally prepared. Lena yawned and said she hoped so. Which was exactly what she was thinking.
Saturday came quicker than expected and it seemed that just as Lena closed her eyes, she was awake again. Today was the first match of the Quidditch season. Lena suddenly became wide-awake and dashed out of the dorm with her pajamas on. Then she quickly made her way to the portrait and bolted out. She made it to the top of the stairs and realized she forgot her shoes. So she turned around and ran all of the way back. On her way down the stairs in her pajamas, Lena passed many Slytherin boys and girls who sniggered at her. "Forgetting something, Stars and Stripes?" they all laughed together. "Well, at least I remembered a brain!" Lena shouted as she passed them in her flurry down the stairs. She skidded into the Great Hall where there was practically no one. She then simply walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. There was already food on the tables so she grabbed a few pieces of toast. Her stomach couldn't handle much more in the excitement. After she ate, her friends were entering and so were many other students looking like zombies. They were still half-asleep after a night of homework and excitement about the game. Lena greeted her friends when they sat down and offered them toast. Trevor and April were the first of her friends to come and sit down. "Exactly how long have you been here? And how many mugs o' coffee have you had?" Trevor asked running his fingers through his messy bed hair. Lena looked at him and smiled. "I've only been here for about five minutes and I didn't have coffee. I hate it." She stuck out her tongue in a disgusted way. Then the tree of them on the Quidditch team said goodbye and headed off to the Quidditch pitch with their fellow Gryffindors and some not so fellow Slytherins. "She can't even dress herself properly in the morning!" one Slytherin girl told her friend. "I know! How dreadful it would be to see her get caught by a teacher!" they giggled menacingly. Lena heard them and faked a yawn just to show how comfortable she was and that she really didn't care what they had to say. I am going to whoop their butts today so they better watch out! Lena laughed to herself.
The entire stadium was full with students, teachers and parents. Lena's parents were not informed of the match because Lena's owl was taken so she was not able to tell her parents. She felt better that they weren't there. They would've made her seem much more nervous. All of the team members were flying around on their brooms getting the feel for their brooms. Everyone on every Quidditch team who had to use a school broom was on a Firebolt. Lena did not know that this broom was a new version compared to the ones the school used to have. On the side of the broom it read in gold letters: The Gift of Flight-Harry Potter. Lena was curious as to who exactly was this "Harry Potter" and what did he do? The whistle was blown and the game began. Lena was flying around her goal posts muttering to herself. "I can do this! Oh! Here it comes! Here it-" April whacked a bludger into one of the Slytherin chasers who was carrying the Quaffle. Lena smiled and went to clap but almost fell off her broomstick. The Quaffle was headed her way again and she got ready to fly in any direction. The Slytherin Chaser's eyes moved over to the right goal post just before he threw it. Lena flew as fast as she could to block the Quaffle and got there just in time. She caught the red ball in her hands without falling and tossed it to one of her teammates. Sixth year, Dennis Creevy was the thrilled announcer for the match. "It looks like Gryffindor's got this game in the bag but what does Slytherin have up their sleeves? They haven't sent out those snakes just yet, I suppose. Oh! Another great shot by Gryffindor! That leaves the score at 30 to zip, zero, nothing, Gryffindor!" Lena was very pleased with the performance of her team. She hardly had a job to do! She was about to get ready to lay on her broom and relax when another Slytherin came flying over to her joined by another. They were the girls from the hallway who were talking about her. Lena smirked and got ready, looking for any sign of which goal post they were going to. She randomly had the urge to fly to the center hoop and so she did, catching the Quaffle and tossing it off to her teammate. "That was an excellent block by the new Gryffindor Keeper, Lena Rose! Owch! That was a bone breaking collision between the two players! Trevor will definitely be feeling that one in the morning!" Lena looked worried but saw that Trevor looked a bit ruffled but not badly hurt. "It looks like the Seekers have found the Snitch and are hot on the trail of it!" the crowd's gaze shifted to the two players moving the fastest. They were zooming at light speed around the entire pitch chasing a tiny golden orb. "It looks like, GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Dennis Creevy turned around to a clapping McGonagal and hugged her. Lena flew over to where the rest of the team was. They were all huddled around the Seeker and slowly flying down to the ground. Lena was happier than she ever remembered being.
Lena met up with her friends after the game in the common room. Although everyone was celebrating about the win of the game, Lena was thinking hard on other things. She had many questions to ask her friends. Lena was once again sitting on the long couch next to a seventh year with flaming red hair. She was sitting next to a boy with blond hair and they were holding hands and chatting. Lena quickly looked away before they noticed her looking at them. She looked over to find one of her friends. Her eyes passed over Trevor who was recapping the game to other fourth year girls who were giggling as they watched him. "So, you look like you want to be somewhere else," A voice came from behind. Lena turned to see Owen staring back at her. They hadn't talked much since Isabella went missing. Lena nodded and stood up and followed Owen out of the portrait hole. They walked down the hallways passing many other students and teachers who congratulated Lena. They reached the bottom of the stairs and went outside. It was a beautiful day and there was a perfect spot under a tree near the lake that they could sit under. "What were you thinking about up there? You looked a bit far off." Owen looked curiously into Lena's eyes. His blazing blue ones blinding Lena from looking anywhere but into those eyes. "Well, I was thinking about uh. things." Lena thought that what was in her head was silly and didn't feel like sharing it. "Like?" Owen pressed on he was only trying to help. "Well, I was thinking out that Harry Potter kid. He donated all of the new Firebolts to the school. And defeated that uh.that evil guy?" Lena had remembered the Divination teacher talking about Harry Potter. Lena was glad to get her Harry Potter thoughts out of her head and into the open. "Well, he was a very famous child," Owen began, "He somehow got rid of You- Know-Who when he was a baby! Then, when You-Know-Who came back, Harry just kept defeating him and when the final showdown came on, he won! He's really a living legend in the wizard world, you know." Lena smiled, her thoughts were answered quickly and without detail but they were still answered. "I was also thinking of that one leafless willow over there. Lena pointed in the direction of the Whomping Willow. Owen turned to look where she was pointing and turned back to her. "That's the Whomping Willow! Harry Potter had an adventure in there in his third year. You see, it leads to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade where a werewolf used to be. Well, it's quite a long story." Lena said she had time so Owen began telling her the story of Harry Potter in his third year at Hogawarts. (A/N: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, perhaps?) "So, this "Shrieking Shack" can be reached by going into that tree?" Lena asked a bit confused. "Well, I suppose so." Owen turned to look at the Willow again and turned back once more. "There's nothing I've heard on how to get in there though. It would be a fantastic way to sneak into Hogsmeade though." Owen's lips curled into an evil smile then he laughed. The two of them sat there in silence absorbing the beautiful fall scenery around them. October was upon them and Halloween was just around the corner. Finally Lena spoke up. "Do you ever feel the urge to actually try and find Isabella? I mean, I know you love her but, you don't seem to show it anymore." Lena looked around her as if expecting Isabella to run out to them. Then she looked to Owen who was looking at his feet. "Of course I do! I miss her just as much as you do!" Owen looked at the grass and began to pull it out of the ground. Lena knew that Owen had lost not just one thing this year so far, but two. The girl he loved and his sister who has nothing but hatred inside her now. Lena threw her arm around Owen and tried to look into his shimmering eyes. Owen didn't expect Lena's face to be so close when he looked up. Their faces almost hit each other and they both smiled. Lena needed to find Isabella because she knew nobody else would. "Then help me." Lena asked Owen. He looked at her strangely and nodded. A smile returned to his face and one appeared on Lena's.
The two were walking back to the school and saw an older boy walking up to the doors. He had messy black hair and green eyes that were behind circle shaped glasses. When he saw the two of them walking up to the door as well, he waved and smiled. Owen gasped and Lena waved back to the young man. "Lena, that's him!" Owen hissed into Lena's ear. "Who?" She asked back as the boy walked through the doors before them. "Harry Potter!"
Chapter Ten: Quaffles and Harry Potter
Lena, Owen, Francis, and Lynn all marched into the Great Hall and sat down at the long Gryffindor table. Lena and Orla swapped a most vicious glare and then began to eat. Lena was still plotting a way to find out where Isabella was when Lydia came up to her. "Rose, there is a practice tonight, even though it's black as the inside of a trunk out there." She looked around the Hall to the other tables and looked at the Slytherin table behind the Gryffindor one against the stone wall. "We have our first match tomorrow against Slytherin." Her eyes came back to Lena. "Sorry about the late practice, but there was no other day to book the pitch! Those nasty Slytherins!" She stormed off down the table towards the other players. "So, are you excited?" Owen asked as he scooped mashed potatoes into his mouth. Lena was not all that excited. Not only did she still have Isabella on her mind, she also was nervous that she would let her team down. She simply shrugged as a reply and took a swig of her pumpkin juice.
After dinner, Lena walked down to the Quidditch pitch with Trevor and April. She felt like the "third wheel" because she didn't talk much but the other two were just blabbing on and on about the day. Lena looked all around her at every step they took into the cold, dark night. Trevor's wand was lit up by the Lumos spell and so they could see their way around. Lena felt like she was being watched. She could only think of Isabella. They finally reached the Quidditch pitch and entered the locker room where the other teammates joined them. There, they all got changed and ready and left to practice. Lena tried her hardest to focus on the game as they pushed off the ground and soared into the air. From high above, Lena could see much more than she could on the ground. She could see many, many trees. There was one that stood out from the rest. It was an old willow tree that had no flowers or leaves on it. Lydia blew her whistle and the game began.
Lena thought she played very well and only missed three shots. She was definitely proud of April. From the goal posts, Lena thought April really got in there and whacked that Bludger around. Trevor was proud of all of them and Lydia seemed pleased enough to let everyone go to sleep after such a long night. "So girls, are you ready for tomorrow's big game?" Trevor asked when they all reached the common room. April looked very confident (even though she was deathly tired) and said she was totally prepared. Lena yawned and said she hoped so. Which was exactly what she was thinking.
Saturday came quicker than expected and it seemed that just as Lena closed her eyes, she was awake again. Today was the first match of the Quidditch season. Lena suddenly became wide-awake and dashed out of the dorm with her pajamas on. Then she quickly made her way to the portrait and bolted out. She made it to the top of the stairs and realized she forgot her shoes. So she turned around and ran all of the way back. On her way down the stairs in her pajamas, Lena passed many Slytherin boys and girls who sniggered at her. "Forgetting something, Stars and Stripes?" they all laughed together. "Well, at least I remembered a brain!" Lena shouted as she passed them in her flurry down the stairs. She skidded into the Great Hall where there was practically no one. She then simply walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. There was already food on the tables so she grabbed a few pieces of toast. Her stomach couldn't handle much more in the excitement. After she ate, her friends were entering and so were many other students looking like zombies. They were still half-asleep after a night of homework and excitement about the game. Lena greeted her friends when they sat down and offered them toast. Trevor and April were the first of her friends to come and sit down. "Exactly how long have you been here? And how many mugs o' coffee have you had?" Trevor asked running his fingers through his messy bed hair. Lena looked at him and smiled. "I've only been here for about five minutes and I didn't have coffee. I hate it." She stuck out her tongue in a disgusted way. Then the tree of them on the Quidditch team said goodbye and headed off to the Quidditch pitch with their fellow Gryffindors and some not so fellow Slytherins. "She can't even dress herself properly in the morning!" one Slytherin girl told her friend. "I know! How dreadful it would be to see her get caught by a teacher!" they giggled menacingly. Lena heard them and faked a yawn just to show how comfortable she was and that she really didn't care what they had to say. I am going to whoop their butts today so they better watch out! Lena laughed to herself.
The entire stadium was full with students, teachers and parents. Lena's parents were not informed of the match because Lena's owl was taken so she was not able to tell her parents. She felt better that they weren't there. They would've made her seem much more nervous. All of the team members were flying around on their brooms getting the feel for their brooms. Everyone on every Quidditch team who had to use a school broom was on a Firebolt. Lena did not know that this broom was a new version compared to the ones the school used to have. On the side of the broom it read in gold letters: The Gift of Flight-Harry Potter. Lena was curious as to who exactly was this "Harry Potter" and what did he do? The whistle was blown and the game began. Lena was flying around her goal posts muttering to herself. "I can do this! Oh! Here it comes! Here it-" April whacked a bludger into one of the Slytherin chasers who was carrying the Quaffle. Lena smiled and went to clap but almost fell off her broomstick. The Quaffle was headed her way again and she got ready to fly in any direction. The Slytherin Chaser's eyes moved over to the right goal post just before he threw it. Lena flew as fast as she could to block the Quaffle and got there just in time. She caught the red ball in her hands without falling and tossed it to one of her teammates. Sixth year, Dennis Creevy was the thrilled announcer for the match. "It looks like Gryffindor's got this game in the bag but what does Slytherin have up their sleeves? They haven't sent out those snakes just yet, I suppose. Oh! Another great shot by Gryffindor! That leaves the score at 30 to zip, zero, nothing, Gryffindor!" Lena was very pleased with the performance of her team. She hardly had a job to do! She was about to get ready to lay on her broom and relax when another Slytherin came flying over to her joined by another. They were the girls from the hallway who were talking about her. Lena smirked and got ready, looking for any sign of which goal post they were going to. She randomly had the urge to fly to the center hoop and so she did, catching the Quaffle and tossing it off to her teammate. "That was an excellent block by the new Gryffindor Keeper, Lena Rose! Owch! That was a bone breaking collision between the two players! Trevor will definitely be feeling that one in the morning!" Lena looked worried but saw that Trevor looked a bit ruffled but not badly hurt. "It looks like the Seekers have found the Snitch and are hot on the trail of it!" the crowd's gaze shifted to the two players moving the fastest. They were zooming at light speed around the entire pitch chasing a tiny golden orb. "It looks like, GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Dennis Creevy turned around to a clapping McGonagal and hugged her. Lena flew over to where the rest of the team was. They were all huddled around the Seeker and slowly flying down to the ground. Lena was happier than she ever remembered being.
Lena met up with her friends after the game in the common room. Although everyone was celebrating about the win of the game, Lena was thinking hard on other things. She had many questions to ask her friends. Lena was once again sitting on the long couch next to a seventh year with flaming red hair. She was sitting next to a boy with blond hair and they were holding hands and chatting. Lena quickly looked away before they noticed her looking at them. She looked over to find one of her friends. Her eyes passed over Trevor who was recapping the game to other fourth year girls who were giggling as they watched him. "So, you look like you want to be somewhere else," A voice came from behind. Lena turned to see Owen staring back at her. They hadn't talked much since Isabella went missing. Lena nodded and stood up and followed Owen out of the portrait hole. They walked down the hallways passing many other students and teachers who congratulated Lena. They reached the bottom of the stairs and went outside. It was a beautiful day and there was a perfect spot under a tree near the lake that they could sit under. "What were you thinking about up there? You looked a bit far off." Owen looked curiously into Lena's eyes. His blazing blue ones blinding Lena from looking anywhere but into those eyes. "Well, I was thinking about uh. things." Lena thought that what was in her head was silly and didn't feel like sharing it. "Like?" Owen pressed on he was only trying to help. "Well, I was thinking out that Harry Potter kid. He donated all of the new Firebolts to the school. And defeated that uh.that evil guy?" Lena had remembered the Divination teacher talking about Harry Potter. Lena was glad to get her Harry Potter thoughts out of her head and into the open. "Well, he was a very famous child," Owen began, "He somehow got rid of You- Know-Who when he was a baby! Then, when You-Know-Who came back, Harry just kept defeating him and when the final showdown came on, he won! He's really a living legend in the wizard world, you know." Lena smiled, her thoughts were answered quickly and without detail but they were still answered. "I was also thinking of that one leafless willow over there. Lena pointed in the direction of the Whomping Willow. Owen turned to look where she was pointing and turned back to her. "That's the Whomping Willow! Harry Potter had an adventure in there in his third year. You see, it leads to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade where a werewolf used to be. Well, it's quite a long story." Lena said she had time so Owen began telling her the story of Harry Potter in his third year at Hogawarts. (A/N: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, perhaps?) "So, this "Shrieking Shack" can be reached by going into that tree?" Lena asked a bit confused. "Well, I suppose so." Owen turned to look at the Willow again and turned back once more. "There's nothing I've heard on how to get in there though. It would be a fantastic way to sneak into Hogsmeade though." Owen's lips curled into an evil smile then he laughed. The two of them sat there in silence absorbing the beautiful fall scenery around them. October was upon them and Halloween was just around the corner. Finally Lena spoke up. "Do you ever feel the urge to actually try and find Isabella? I mean, I know you love her but, you don't seem to show it anymore." Lena looked around her as if expecting Isabella to run out to them. Then she looked to Owen who was looking at his feet. "Of course I do! I miss her just as much as you do!" Owen looked at the grass and began to pull it out of the ground. Lena knew that Owen had lost not just one thing this year so far, but two. The girl he loved and his sister who has nothing but hatred inside her now. Lena threw her arm around Owen and tried to look into his shimmering eyes. Owen didn't expect Lena's face to be so close when he looked up. Their faces almost hit each other and they both smiled. Lena needed to find Isabella because she knew nobody else would. "Then help me." Lena asked Owen. He looked at her strangely and nodded. A smile returned to his face and one appeared on Lena's.
The two were walking back to the school and saw an older boy walking up to the doors. He had messy black hair and green eyes that were behind circle shaped glasses. When he saw the two of them walking up to the door as well, he waved and smiled. Owen gasped and Lena waved back to the young man. "Lena, that's him!" Owen hissed into Lena's ear. "Who?" She asked back as the boy walked through the doors before them. "Harry Potter!"
