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Chapter 7: Quidditch Game
Harry woke up in the hospital wing with many indistinguishable people gathered around him. He couldn't tell who they were because, as usual, someone had removed his glasses, but he could hear voices.
"Where's Ron?" asked a girls voice. Harry could tell from the shade of hair that it was Ginny.
"He went to go get Hermione," a boy said and Harry did not bother to see who it was.
He put on his glasses and then for the first time noticed that his scar was throbbing painfully.
"Harry!" Ginny said, hurrying over to his side. "Oh, my goodness, are you alright? What happened?"
But Harry did not even get to answer her question. The door had just burst open and Ron came in pulling Hermione by the arm.
"Oh, gosh!" Hermione said running to his bed. "What happened?"
Harry just stared at them as if trying to register what was going on.
"Ok, ok, he's alright everyone." Madame Promfery had just come bustling in and was now shooing people out of the wing.
"Wait!" Harry cried out. Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"You may have visitors later, Potter," Madame Promfery said briskly. "Right now you need to rest."
Harry slumped back down on his pillows and watched as the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and Hermione left the room. He looked out the window and was surprised to see the sky was dark. The last he had seen it was daytime and he had been flying his broom during Quidditch practice.
"You were out for an awful long time, Potter," Madame Promfery said bustling around with a potion. She handed Harry a steaming drink and said simply, "Drink."
Harry drank the drink and instantly felt as though steam was coming out of his ears.
"Madame Promfery," he said hastily trying to sit up. "I am truly feeling better, may I leave the hospital wing?"
"No, Potter. You need your rest. You may leave here tomorrow morning."
Harry slumped down in his bed again and sighed. He knew he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione before Hermione decided to talk to Rhonda again.
What had happened? He shuddered as he remembered Rhonda's hollow eye's looking at him and then a bunch of images flew by. But why? How had she done that? Had it been her or was it just his imagination?
Harry dozed off into a restless sleep waiting for morning to come.
Morning arrived far earlier than Harry would have wanted it to. He could've slept for another hour or two, but Madame Pomfery had rushed him out quickly.
Harry walked slowly back to Gryffindor tower. It was still the weekend and he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione.
"Stinksap!" he shouted at the Fat Lady who was dozing in her frame. She looked slightly ruffled and opened the frame.
"Harry!"
Hermione, who had seen him come through the portrait hole, jumped up and looked rather frightened.
"You alright, mate?" Ron asked walking over to him.
"What happened?" Hermione squeaked.
"Hold on a minute!" Harry said. He was still trying to sort out what happened himself. "Yes, I'm alright and if you just relax I'll tell you what happened.
Ron and Hermione sat back down in the chairs they were originally sitting in and stared at him, waiting for him to start.
Harry sat down in the armchair across from them and took a deep breath.
"Ok, I was flying on my broom during Quidditch practice and…and…" Harry strained his brain trying to remember what had happened the day before. "And I saw her. That Rhonda Garrison girl. She was staring at me and she had the darkest, most hollow eyes I had ever seen. It was sort of like being in a dementor attack all over again, and then pictures started going through my head."
Ron and Hermione kept staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
"They were all sorts of horrible memories. I saw Sirius die, Voldemort return, Cedric dead, me trying to produce a Patronus while Hermione lay on the ground, Hermione after being cursed by that Death Eater in 5th year, and Ron lying on the ground during that giant chess match."
Hermione let out a soft gasp.
"But then the memories started to be good ones. I saw when I first met Ron, when we won the Quidditch cup for the first time, when Ron won the Quidditch cup, Cho."
Ron let out a snort at the mention of Cho's name. Hermione cast him a weary glance and kept listening.
"Then…then…" Harry stuttered, he didn't know how Ron and Hermione would take what he had seen last.
"Is that when you fell, mate?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry said quietly, "I…I…saw something else. I saw…I saw…" He looked at Ron and Hermione's expectant faces.
"I saw you," he pointed at Hermione, "kiss Ron on the cheek right before our first Quidditch game."
Hermione and Ron blushed a deep shade of red.
"And that image froze for a moment and then it disappeared and that must have been when I fell because it went dark."
Ron and Hermione who were now even a darker shade of red stared at him. Hermione was trying to compose herself slightly, but it wasn't working.
"But…but…why?" she asked looking at him. "What does that have to do with anything? It isn't even your memory. It's…" he voice faded off and she blushed again.
"Well I was there wasn't I?" Harry asked. He was slightly amused at the way Ron and Hermione were handling this piece of information.
"But…but…I don't understand. Why would anybody need to make you remember those things and especially the last one. Why did that one freeze?"
"Maybe they went in chronological order?" Ron said hopefully.
"No," Harry said shaking his head. "I saw you being carried on people's shoulders and that was way after the little kiss thing." He grinned as he watched them blush again.
"Was there anything special about it?" Harry asked, more to see their reactions then he thought that it had something to do with anything. "Is there something that would have been important about it?"
Hermione looked like she was racking her brain for the answer Ron just looked like he was ready to kill Harry.
"Not that I can remember…" Hermione said, but she blushed horribly. "Do you, Ron?"
Ron jumped. "Um…no I don't think so. You just sort of…yeah…" he looked at the floor, but Harry could still see his crimson shade.
"But that's not the point right now," Hermione said, pushing her hair back from her face. "The point is there is something obviously something going on with…" she looked around. "Rhonda. She must have something to do with Voldemort."
Ron cringed, but did not jump. "Maybe she's being possessed," he suggested.
"Either that or she's working for him," Harry said.
Hermione jumped. "A little girl working for Voldemort? That doesn't seem possible.
"She could be a Death Eater in disguise," Ron said.
Harry was surprised at how much Ron was actually making sense. He usually thought of the strangest cock and bull stories that Hermione had to stomp out quickly, but today they seemed to work.
"Maybe so," Hermione said shrugging. "Harry, you need to tell Dumbledore."
"No," Harry said rubbing his throbbing scar. "I don't want to bother him. I can take care of it myself."
"That's what you said in 5th year Harry, and look what happened!" Hermione said frustrated.
"She's right, mate," Ron said raising his eyebrows. "If you had had it under control you wouldn't have fallen off your broom."
Harry thought about this and figured he was right. Harry almost never fell off his broom unless there were dementors around, but Rhonda wasn't a dementor, he was almost sure of that.
"Maybe your right, but I don't know if I want to tell Dumbledore all those memories I had. I mean…" he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "There was one of Cho kissing me. I would be in lots of trouble if he found out that."
"I don't think Dumbledore is going to bust you for something that happened two years ago, Harry," Hermione said looking at him with a smirk on her face.
"And he won't bust us either," Ron said turning pink again.
"For goodness sakes, Ron, you wouldn't get in trouble for that!" Hermione said, but she too blushed slightly.
"I guess not, but still do you want Dumbledore to know that?" he asked her.
"If it helps solve the problem, then yes," she said.
"Well I don't."
"Why?"
"It's…it's…I don't know…" Ron mumbled.
"Ron, you're not going to get in trouble. It's not like Harry is just waltzing in and telling The Headmaster I kissed you on the cheek. It has something to do with Voldemort-stop wincing!"
"Fine! I didn't say it was that big of a deal it's just kind of a weird feeling. Having Dumbledore know something like that."
"Oh honestly!" Hermione said, but she looked rather flustered and hurt.
"I'm not saying it was a bad thing," Ron said hastily, noticing her hurt expression.
"Cut it out!" Harry shouted. Although he was enjoying the conversation it was getting rather tiresome.
"I have to tell Dumbledore the last memory because there was something important about it or it wouldn't have frozen like that."
"So you're going to talk to Dumbledore?" said Hermione hopefully.
"I didn't say that. I said that if I did I would have to tell him the last memory." Harry stood up and walked towards the portrait hole.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to get breakfast. I'm starving."
"We're coming with you," Hermione said standing up as well. Ron stood up also and followed her out of the portrait hole.
The next morning was Harry's first Quidditch match, against the Slytherins, and Harry had never been more nervous. He was sitting at the table poking a fork at his scrambled eggs and not feeling too keen on eating.
"Come on, mate," Ron said. "You've got to eat something." Harry looked at Ron's still full plate and smirked.
"You're not eating either," he answered laughing nervously.
Ron glanced down at his plate. "I guess I'm not…uh…hungry this morning."
Harry laughed. "Ron Weasley not hungry? The world really is coming to an end!"
"Hello," said a misty voice from behind them. Harry looked up and saw Luna Lovegood, still sporting her lion hat.
"Hey Luna," Hermione said, putting down the book she was reading. "What's up?"
"I just came to wish you both good luck," she said tucking her wand behind her ear and staring dreamily at Ron.
"Er, thanks, Luna," Ron said trying to avoid her penetrating gaze. "Well should we go, Harry?"
Harry stood up with a small smirk on his face. "Yeah, I guess we'd better."
"Good luck, Ronald!" Luna said in a singsong voice and drifted away, very much like she did right before every Quidditch match.
"You know what, Ron?" Harry said trying to suppress a laugh that was threatening to come out of him. "I think Luna fancies you."
Ron turned red. "Er, uh, I-"
"I don't think so."
Harry looked at Hermione who had in fact just spoken. She looked slightly upset about this news but was doing a tremendous job of composing herself.
"Why not?" Harry asked. Ron looked at her, but said nothing.
"Because…er…" Hermione didn't seem to know what to say. "Because she acts like that to everyone. I mean she's pretty…dreamy acting with you too, Harry."
Harry was reminded of the way Luna had acted on the train when she had insisted that Hermione liked Harry and not Ron.
"Well it doesn't matter," Ron said breaking the silence. "Because I don't feel that way towards her."
Harry glanced at Hermione whose head had jerked in Ron's direction. Harry hadn't missed the slight glance Ron had given Hermione when he said this.
"Well, uh…Ron we'd better go," Harry said running a hand through his already untidy hair.
"Right…we'd better," Ron looked at Hermione and then back at Harry.
"Good luck you two," Hermione said giving them both a smile. "You guys will be fine."
Harry and Ron left the Great Hall and trudged out into the morning light. The sky was really clear, although the sun was shining rather brightly. Harry noticed that this could be a hazard and was deep in thought about the match before he realized that Ron was trying to talk to him.
"I'm sorry, Ron. What did you say?" he asked turning to look at him. They were nearing the changing rooms now and Harry was beginning to feel queasy.
"I was asking you if you really think Luna has a thing for me," Ron explained as they walked into the changing rooms.
"Oh, er, I think she might. I mean she sort of acted rather weird on the train here when I said-" Harry broke off. He knew he had almost told Ron that he had been talking about him and Hermione.
"Said what?" Ron said as he unbuttoned the front of his robes.
"Er, that…um…nothing. Just when I mentioned you and Hermione."
Ron's head jerked up and he stared at Harry who was desperately trying to avoid his eyes.
"What did you say about Hermione and me?" Ron asked slowly and softly so that no one else could hear.
Harry pretended he hadn't heard and walked to the front of the room. Everyone had finished changing at this point and he smiled weakly at everyone.
"Hey, everyone. The weather is really good today so that should be…um…a plus. Now remember we all need to play hard. If squashing the Slytherins doesn't make you want to play harder than I don't know what's wrong with you, but just think about someone you want to impress or something." Harry cast a smirking glance at Ron who had blushed slightly. He could hear the murmurs of the students who were joining the stands. "Well, let's play our best, ok?"
"We won't let you down, Harry!" Ginny said grinning at him.
Harry felt a slight swoop in his stomach when he looked at Ginny that he hadn't ever felt before. He brushed it off as nerves and continued talking.
"Ok, let's go crush those Slytherins! They're going to be sorry they ever played the Gyrffindor Quidditch team!"
The team cheered and gathered their brooms. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and walked his team out to the field.
The sun was bright and Harry had to squint to see Madame Hooch who was opening the box of Quidditch balls. She straightened up and shouted, "Captains, shake hands."
Harry stepped forward and glared at Malfoy who in return glared back at him. Reluctantly he grasped Malfoy's hand trying to crush his fingers.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy whispered menacingly.
"You wish," Harry said squeezing Malfoy's hand extra hard and throwing it down to his side.
"Mount your brooms!" Madame Hooch called out. She blew her whistle and the two teams soared high into the air. Harry flew the highest searching frantically for the Snitch. Below him his team was playing as if their life depended on it.
"And Ginny Weasley, sister of Keeper Ron Weasley, passes to Dennis," Harry heard Dean Thomas shouting down below. He had been chosen to be the new commentator ever since Lee Jordan had graduated from Hogwarts.
"Hey, Potter!"
Harry turned his head to look at Malfoy who was hovering close by with his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Don't look at any of the first years, Potter. We wouldn't want you falling off your broom, again!"
Harry turned his face to watch the game going on below him and desperately searched for the Snitch.
"It's pretty sad that you can't even take on a first year, Potter," Mafoy continued acidly. "I mean I can take on you, Weasel, and his Mudblood girlfriend and you can't even take on a first year. Of course Weasel couldn't even think about hurting me. Granger wouldn't let him get himself hurt, would she?"
"Harry, watch out!" Ginny yelled at him.
Suddenly a Bludger came darting at Harry and he swerved just in time to miss it. He saw Crabbe laughing from his broom, holding his bat.
"And the Quaffle is being passed now to Collin, Ginny, Dennis! He's flying towards the goal he shoots, he scores!"
There was an eruption of sound from the scarlet side of the stands and boos coming from the green.
"And the game goes on," Dean was saying loudly. "The Slytherins have the Quaffle. They shoot, come on Ron, you can do it!"
"Weasley can not save a thing!" Malfoy sung from next to Harry.
Harry watched Ron intent on his blocking the Quaffle.
"And he blocks it! Weasley strikes again! Way to go, Ron!" Dean shouted over the roar of sound that once again had come from the crowd.
Harry grinned and then spotted something shining right by Ginny's head. Harry put on a burst of speed and dove right for Ginny as the Snitch darted away out of sight again.
Harry quickly swerved to avoid colliding with Ginny and hurried back up to his post in the air. The Slytherins had the Quaffle again and shot it directly at Ron who was watching it attentively.
It flew towards him and hit him right in the stomach. Ron clutched his stomach in pain slightly, but threw the Quaffle out in the field once more.
Harry quickly turned his attention back to looking for the Snitch, but couldn't help but notice that Ron's face looked rather pale. Hoping it was the light he watched the air below him.
"Ooh! Bad luck, Ron, but great save! Gryffindors in possession. Dennis takes the Quaffle, passes it to Ginny, Collin, Ginny, Dennis, Ginny. She shoots, she scores! Another fantastic Weasley! It looks like the Slytherins have been having some bad luck today."
That's when Harry saw it again, the Snitch flying right above Andrew Kirke's foot. Once again he darted after it never taking his eyes off it. A Bludger came out of nowhere, but Harry quickly avoided it causing Malfoy to have to swerve, which slowed him down.
Very carefully Harry swiped at the little winged ball and closed his fingers on it. He grinned they weren't even that far into the game and it was over. Suddenly Malfoy grasped his arm and tried to pry the gold ball away from him.
Harry fought back, plunging his free hand into his robes ready to curse Malfoy, but Madame Hooch blew her whistle loudly.
"And Harry Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins 170 to 0! Great going Gryffindor! Wait what's going on with the Slytherin captain?" Dean Thomas was still commentating and now everyone was looking at the struggle in the sky.
Harry had pulled his hand away from Malfoy and was flying straight for the ground. When he landed Malfoy was still trying to get at Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Madame Hooch called out. "What is the meaning of this? 10 points from Slytherin and get to the changing rooms now.
However, Malfoy wasn't listening. "I will get you one of these days, Potter! One of these days!" he threatened while Harry looked at him positively bewildered.
"I doubt it, Malfoy," he said and turned to congratulate the rest if his friends.
"Great saves, Ron!" Harry said clapping him on the back.
"Ouch!" Ron yelped. He was still clutching his stomach oddly and Hermione was coming up to them.
"Great job you two!" she said smiling. Then she noticed Ron. "Oh my gosh! Ron, are you alright?"
"Er, I think so." Ron tried to stand up straight but ended up doubling over again still clutching his stomach. "I'm going to go change, Harry," he said letting go of his stomach and smiling grimly.
"Are you sure, you're alright?" Hermione asked looking anxious.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said smiling at her and walked off to the changing rooms.
"Wow," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't know he was hurt that bad."
"Niether did I," Hermione said still looking at where Ron had departed. "I mean I saw him get hurt, but I thought it just knocked the wind out of him, you know?"
"Yeah, same here."
Harry found Ron in the changing rooms still looking like he was in pain and clutching his stomach.
"Are you sure you're all right, mate?" he asked as he changed back into his school robes.
Ron followed suit. He was buttoning up his robes when he grabbed his stomach in pain again. Harry looked at him and noticed that there was a cut on Ron's stomach about four inches long.
"What happened?" Harry asked him.
"I don't know. It just hit me and I don't know." Ron clutched his abdomen and pursed his lips together.
"Don't tell Hermione," he said after he had finished getting dressed.
"Why?" Harry asked still looking rather worried for his friend.
"I don't want her to worry and you know she will. She'll start fussing over me like mum."
Harry laughed. "I guess your right, but your going to have to go see Madame Promfery."
"Yeah, I will," Ron said gathering up his broom and Quidditch robes and waiting for Harry. Then together they walked back up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: So there's chappie 7! I hope y'all keep reading and everything...(hint hint REVIEW) Chappie 8 will come as soon as I get some good reviews :) I like chappie 8 so y'all have to keep reviewing!
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Chapter 7: Quidditch Game
Harry woke up in the hospital wing with many indistinguishable people gathered around him. He couldn't tell who they were because, as usual, someone had removed his glasses, but he could hear voices.
"Where's Ron?" asked a girls voice. Harry could tell from the shade of hair that it was Ginny.
"He went to go get Hermione," a boy said and Harry did not bother to see who it was.
He put on his glasses and then for the first time noticed that his scar was throbbing painfully.
"Harry!" Ginny said, hurrying over to his side. "Oh, my goodness, are you alright? What happened?"
But Harry did not even get to answer her question. The door had just burst open and Ron came in pulling Hermione by the arm.
"Oh, gosh!" Hermione said running to his bed. "What happened?"
Harry just stared at them as if trying to register what was going on.
"Ok, ok, he's alright everyone." Madame Promfery had just come bustling in and was now shooing people out of the wing.
"Wait!" Harry cried out. Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"You may have visitors later, Potter," Madame Promfery said briskly. "Right now you need to rest."
Harry slumped back down on his pillows and watched as the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and Hermione left the room. He looked out the window and was surprised to see the sky was dark. The last he had seen it was daytime and he had been flying his broom during Quidditch practice.
"You were out for an awful long time, Potter," Madame Promfery said bustling around with a potion. She handed Harry a steaming drink and said simply, "Drink."
Harry drank the drink and instantly felt as though steam was coming out of his ears.
"Madame Promfery," he said hastily trying to sit up. "I am truly feeling better, may I leave the hospital wing?"
"No, Potter. You need your rest. You may leave here tomorrow morning."
Harry slumped down in his bed again and sighed. He knew he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione before Hermione decided to talk to Rhonda again.
What had happened? He shuddered as he remembered Rhonda's hollow eye's looking at him and then a bunch of images flew by. But why? How had she done that? Had it been her or was it just his imagination?
Harry dozed off into a restless sleep waiting for morning to come.
Morning arrived far earlier than Harry would have wanted it to. He could've slept for another hour or two, but Madame Pomfery had rushed him out quickly.
Harry walked slowly back to Gryffindor tower. It was still the weekend and he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione.
"Stinksap!" he shouted at the Fat Lady who was dozing in her frame. She looked slightly ruffled and opened the frame.
"Harry!"
Hermione, who had seen him come through the portrait hole, jumped up and looked rather frightened.
"You alright, mate?" Ron asked walking over to him.
"What happened?" Hermione squeaked.
"Hold on a minute!" Harry said. He was still trying to sort out what happened himself. "Yes, I'm alright and if you just relax I'll tell you what happened.
Ron and Hermione sat back down in the chairs they were originally sitting in and stared at him, waiting for him to start.
Harry sat down in the armchair across from them and took a deep breath.
"Ok, I was flying on my broom during Quidditch practice and…and…" Harry strained his brain trying to remember what had happened the day before. "And I saw her. That Rhonda Garrison girl. She was staring at me and she had the darkest, most hollow eyes I had ever seen. It was sort of like being in a dementor attack all over again, and then pictures started going through my head."
Ron and Hermione kept staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
"They were all sorts of horrible memories. I saw Sirius die, Voldemort return, Cedric dead, me trying to produce a Patronus while Hermione lay on the ground, Hermione after being cursed by that Death Eater in 5th year, and Ron lying on the ground during that giant chess match."
Hermione let out a soft gasp.
"But then the memories started to be good ones. I saw when I first met Ron, when we won the Quidditch cup for the first time, when Ron won the Quidditch cup, Cho."
Ron let out a snort at the mention of Cho's name. Hermione cast him a weary glance and kept listening.
"Then…then…" Harry stuttered, he didn't know how Ron and Hermione would take what he had seen last.
"Is that when you fell, mate?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry said quietly, "I…I…saw something else. I saw…I saw…" He looked at Ron and Hermione's expectant faces.
"I saw you," he pointed at Hermione, "kiss Ron on the cheek right before our first Quidditch game."
Hermione and Ron blushed a deep shade of red.
"And that image froze for a moment and then it disappeared and that must have been when I fell because it went dark."
Ron and Hermione who were now even a darker shade of red stared at him. Hermione was trying to compose herself slightly, but it wasn't working.
"But…but…why?" she asked looking at him. "What does that have to do with anything? It isn't even your memory. It's…" he voice faded off and she blushed again.
"Well I was there wasn't I?" Harry asked. He was slightly amused at the way Ron and Hermione were handling this piece of information.
"But…but…I don't understand. Why would anybody need to make you remember those things and especially the last one. Why did that one freeze?"
"Maybe they went in chronological order?" Ron said hopefully.
"No," Harry said shaking his head. "I saw you being carried on people's shoulders and that was way after the little kiss thing." He grinned as he watched them blush again.
"Was there anything special about it?" Harry asked, more to see their reactions then he thought that it had something to do with anything. "Is there something that would have been important about it?"
Hermione looked like she was racking her brain for the answer Ron just looked like he was ready to kill Harry.
"Not that I can remember…" Hermione said, but she blushed horribly. "Do you, Ron?"
Ron jumped. "Um…no I don't think so. You just sort of…yeah…" he looked at the floor, but Harry could still see his crimson shade.
"But that's not the point right now," Hermione said, pushing her hair back from her face. "The point is there is something obviously something going on with…" she looked around. "Rhonda. She must have something to do with Voldemort."
Ron cringed, but did not jump. "Maybe she's being possessed," he suggested.
"Either that or she's working for him," Harry said.
Hermione jumped. "A little girl working for Voldemort? That doesn't seem possible.
"She could be a Death Eater in disguise," Ron said.
Harry was surprised at how much Ron was actually making sense. He usually thought of the strangest cock and bull stories that Hermione had to stomp out quickly, but today they seemed to work.
"Maybe so," Hermione said shrugging. "Harry, you need to tell Dumbledore."
"No," Harry said rubbing his throbbing scar. "I don't want to bother him. I can take care of it myself."
"That's what you said in 5th year Harry, and look what happened!" Hermione said frustrated.
"She's right, mate," Ron said raising his eyebrows. "If you had had it under control you wouldn't have fallen off your broom."
Harry thought about this and figured he was right. Harry almost never fell off his broom unless there were dementors around, but Rhonda wasn't a dementor, he was almost sure of that.
"Maybe your right, but I don't know if I want to tell Dumbledore all those memories I had. I mean…" he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "There was one of Cho kissing me. I would be in lots of trouble if he found out that."
"I don't think Dumbledore is going to bust you for something that happened two years ago, Harry," Hermione said looking at him with a smirk on her face.
"And he won't bust us either," Ron said turning pink again.
"For goodness sakes, Ron, you wouldn't get in trouble for that!" Hermione said, but she too blushed slightly.
"I guess not, but still do you want Dumbledore to know that?" he asked her.
"If it helps solve the problem, then yes," she said.
"Well I don't."
"Why?"
"It's…it's…I don't know…" Ron mumbled.
"Ron, you're not going to get in trouble. It's not like Harry is just waltzing in and telling The Headmaster I kissed you on the cheek. It has something to do with Voldemort-stop wincing!"
"Fine! I didn't say it was that big of a deal it's just kind of a weird feeling. Having Dumbledore know something like that."
"Oh honestly!" Hermione said, but she looked rather flustered and hurt.
"I'm not saying it was a bad thing," Ron said hastily, noticing her hurt expression.
"Cut it out!" Harry shouted. Although he was enjoying the conversation it was getting rather tiresome.
"I have to tell Dumbledore the last memory because there was something important about it or it wouldn't have frozen like that."
"So you're going to talk to Dumbledore?" said Hermione hopefully.
"I didn't say that. I said that if I did I would have to tell him the last memory." Harry stood up and walked towards the portrait hole.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to get breakfast. I'm starving."
"We're coming with you," Hermione said standing up as well. Ron stood up also and followed her out of the portrait hole.
The next morning was Harry's first Quidditch match, against the Slytherins, and Harry had never been more nervous. He was sitting at the table poking a fork at his scrambled eggs and not feeling too keen on eating.
"Come on, mate," Ron said. "You've got to eat something." Harry looked at Ron's still full plate and smirked.
"You're not eating either," he answered laughing nervously.
Ron glanced down at his plate. "I guess I'm not…uh…hungry this morning."
Harry laughed. "Ron Weasley not hungry? The world really is coming to an end!"
"Hello," said a misty voice from behind them. Harry looked up and saw Luna Lovegood, still sporting her lion hat.
"Hey Luna," Hermione said, putting down the book she was reading. "What's up?"
"I just came to wish you both good luck," she said tucking her wand behind her ear and staring dreamily at Ron.
"Er, thanks, Luna," Ron said trying to avoid her penetrating gaze. "Well should we go, Harry?"
Harry stood up with a small smirk on his face. "Yeah, I guess we'd better."
"Good luck, Ronald!" Luna said in a singsong voice and drifted away, very much like she did right before every Quidditch match.
"You know what, Ron?" Harry said trying to suppress a laugh that was threatening to come out of him. "I think Luna fancies you."
Ron turned red. "Er, uh, I-"
"I don't think so."
Harry looked at Hermione who had in fact just spoken. She looked slightly upset about this news but was doing a tremendous job of composing herself.
"Why not?" Harry asked. Ron looked at her, but said nothing.
"Because…er…" Hermione didn't seem to know what to say. "Because she acts like that to everyone. I mean she's pretty…dreamy acting with you too, Harry."
Harry was reminded of the way Luna had acted on the train when she had insisted that Hermione liked Harry and not Ron.
"Well it doesn't matter," Ron said breaking the silence. "Because I don't feel that way towards her."
Harry glanced at Hermione whose head had jerked in Ron's direction. Harry hadn't missed the slight glance Ron had given Hermione when he said this.
"Well, uh…Ron we'd better go," Harry said running a hand through his already untidy hair.
"Right…we'd better," Ron looked at Hermione and then back at Harry.
"Good luck you two," Hermione said giving them both a smile. "You guys will be fine."
Harry and Ron left the Great Hall and trudged out into the morning light. The sky was really clear, although the sun was shining rather brightly. Harry noticed that this could be a hazard and was deep in thought about the match before he realized that Ron was trying to talk to him.
"I'm sorry, Ron. What did you say?" he asked turning to look at him. They were nearing the changing rooms now and Harry was beginning to feel queasy.
"I was asking you if you really think Luna has a thing for me," Ron explained as they walked into the changing rooms.
"Oh, er, I think she might. I mean she sort of acted rather weird on the train here when I said-" Harry broke off. He knew he had almost told Ron that he had been talking about him and Hermione.
"Said what?" Ron said as he unbuttoned the front of his robes.
"Er, that…um…nothing. Just when I mentioned you and Hermione."
Ron's head jerked up and he stared at Harry who was desperately trying to avoid his eyes.
"What did you say about Hermione and me?" Ron asked slowly and softly so that no one else could hear.
Harry pretended he hadn't heard and walked to the front of the room. Everyone had finished changing at this point and he smiled weakly at everyone.
"Hey, everyone. The weather is really good today so that should be…um…a plus. Now remember we all need to play hard. If squashing the Slytherins doesn't make you want to play harder than I don't know what's wrong with you, but just think about someone you want to impress or something." Harry cast a smirking glance at Ron who had blushed slightly. He could hear the murmurs of the students who were joining the stands. "Well, let's play our best, ok?"
"We won't let you down, Harry!" Ginny said grinning at him.
Harry felt a slight swoop in his stomach when he looked at Ginny that he hadn't ever felt before. He brushed it off as nerves and continued talking.
"Ok, let's go crush those Slytherins! They're going to be sorry they ever played the Gyrffindor Quidditch team!"
The team cheered and gathered their brooms. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and walked his team out to the field.
The sun was bright and Harry had to squint to see Madame Hooch who was opening the box of Quidditch balls. She straightened up and shouted, "Captains, shake hands."
Harry stepped forward and glared at Malfoy who in return glared back at him. Reluctantly he grasped Malfoy's hand trying to crush his fingers.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy whispered menacingly.
"You wish," Harry said squeezing Malfoy's hand extra hard and throwing it down to his side.
"Mount your brooms!" Madame Hooch called out. She blew her whistle and the two teams soared high into the air. Harry flew the highest searching frantically for the Snitch. Below him his team was playing as if their life depended on it.
"And Ginny Weasley, sister of Keeper Ron Weasley, passes to Dennis," Harry heard Dean Thomas shouting down below. He had been chosen to be the new commentator ever since Lee Jordan had graduated from Hogwarts.
"Hey, Potter!"
Harry turned his head to look at Malfoy who was hovering close by with his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Don't look at any of the first years, Potter. We wouldn't want you falling off your broom, again!"
Harry turned his face to watch the game going on below him and desperately searched for the Snitch.
"It's pretty sad that you can't even take on a first year, Potter," Mafoy continued acidly. "I mean I can take on you, Weasel, and his Mudblood girlfriend and you can't even take on a first year. Of course Weasel couldn't even think about hurting me. Granger wouldn't let him get himself hurt, would she?"
"Harry, watch out!" Ginny yelled at him.
Suddenly a Bludger came darting at Harry and he swerved just in time to miss it. He saw Crabbe laughing from his broom, holding his bat.
"And the Quaffle is being passed now to Collin, Ginny, Dennis! He's flying towards the goal he shoots, he scores!"
There was an eruption of sound from the scarlet side of the stands and boos coming from the green.
"And the game goes on," Dean was saying loudly. "The Slytherins have the Quaffle. They shoot, come on Ron, you can do it!"
"Weasley can not save a thing!" Malfoy sung from next to Harry.
Harry watched Ron intent on his blocking the Quaffle.
"And he blocks it! Weasley strikes again! Way to go, Ron!" Dean shouted over the roar of sound that once again had come from the crowd.
Harry grinned and then spotted something shining right by Ginny's head. Harry put on a burst of speed and dove right for Ginny as the Snitch darted away out of sight again.
Harry quickly swerved to avoid colliding with Ginny and hurried back up to his post in the air. The Slytherins had the Quaffle again and shot it directly at Ron who was watching it attentively.
It flew towards him and hit him right in the stomach. Ron clutched his stomach in pain slightly, but threw the Quaffle out in the field once more.
Harry quickly turned his attention back to looking for the Snitch, but couldn't help but notice that Ron's face looked rather pale. Hoping it was the light he watched the air below him.
"Ooh! Bad luck, Ron, but great save! Gryffindors in possession. Dennis takes the Quaffle, passes it to Ginny, Collin, Ginny, Dennis, Ginny. She shoots, she scores! Another fantastic Weasley! It looks like the Slytherins have been having some bad luck today."
That's when Harry saw it again, the Snitch flying right above Andrew Kirke's foot. Once again he darted after it never taking his eyes off it. A Bludger came out of nowhere, but Harry quickly avoided it causing Malfoy to have to swerve, which slowed him down.
Very carefully Harry swiped at the little winged ball and closed his fingers on it. He grinned they weren't even that far into the game and it was over. Suddenly Malfoy grasped his arm and tried to pry the gold ball away from him.
Harry fought back, plunging his free hand into his robes ready to curse Malfoy, but Madame Hooch blew her whistle loudly.
"And Harry Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins 170 to 0! Great going Gryffindor! Wait what's going on with the Slytherin captain?" Dean Thomas was still commentating and now everyone was looking at the struggle in the sky.
Harry had pulled his hand away from Malfoy and was flying straight for the ground. When he landed Malfoy was still trying to get at Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Madame Hooch called out. "What is the meaning of this? 10 points from Slytherin and get to the changing rooms now.
However, Malfoy wasn't listening. "I will get you one of these days, Potter! One of these days!" he threatened while Harry looked at him positively bewildered.
"I doubt it, Malfoy," he said and turned to congratulate the rest if his friends.
"Great saves, Ron!" Harry said clapping him on the back.
"Ouch!" Ron yelped. He was still clutching his stomach oddly and Hermione was coming up to them.
"Great job you two!" she said smiling. Then she noticed Ron. "Oh my gosh! Ron, are you alright?"
"Er, I think so." Ron tried to stand up straight but ended up doubling over again still clutching his stomach. "I'm going to go change, Harry," he said letting go of his stomach and smiling grimly.
"Are you sure, you're alright?" Hermione asked looking anxious.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said smiling at her and walked off to the changing rooms.
"Wow," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't know he was hurt that bad."
"Niether did I," Hermione said still looking at where Ron had departed. "I mean I saw him get hurt, but I thought it just knocked the wind out of him, you know?"
"Yeah, same here."
Harry found Ron in the changing rooms still looking like he was in pain and clutching his stomach.
"Are you sure you're all right, mate?" he asked as he changed back into his school robes.
Ron followed suit. He was buttoning up his robes when he grabbed his stomach in pain again. Harry looked at him and noticed that there was a cut on Ron's stomach about four inches long.
"What happened?" Harry asked him.
"I don't know. It just hit me and I don't know." Ron clutched his abdomen and pursed his lips together.
"Don't tell Hermione," he said after he had finished getting dressed.
"Why?" Harry asked still looking rather worried for his friend.
"I don't want her to worry and you know she will. She'll start fussing over me like mum."
Harry laughed. "I guess your right, but your going to have to go see Madame Promfery."
"Yeah, I will," Ron said gathering up his broom and Quidditch robes and waiting for Harry. Then together they walked back up to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: So there's chappie 7! I hope y'all keep reading and everything...(hint hint REVIEW) Chappie 8 will come as soon as I get some good reviews :) I like chappie 8 so y'all have to keep reviewing!
Disclaimer: Ok I just realized that I never disclaimed myself, except for in chappie 1. Which technically means I could be sued...BUT I am pretty sure you all know I am not J.K. Rowling, or I wouldn't be writing fics...ANYWAYS This is disclaiming for the entire story because I know I'll forget later, so here it is for the entire thing. I do not own Hary Potter!