A final match

It was the night before the big quidditch match and Harry was outside with Stephanie walking around the lake and talking.

It had been yet another hard week on Harry. The Hufflepuffs had announced that they were playing in memory of Cedric and their victory would be his. Ron had told him that he better win for Gryffindor; Hermione had said that Cedric had always wanted a good fair game and Icicle told him that he owed it to the rest of the team to try his hardest since this would be the last quidditch game for most of he friends. Harry guessed that they we all right.

Lastly, Harry had a feeling deep in his gut that something was up; that something was about to go wrong. Order in the school was falling apart with every single prank that Icicle pulled and there was a dark feeling in the air that no one seemed to notice. If only Dumbledore was here…

Stephanie was walking picking apart a flower, "I can't believe that Icicle dressed up as Fudge today and ran a campaign for him."

"I can. The poster that said, I may not have a brain or any guts but don't I look good in pictures, was my personal favorite."

"So are you ready for tomorrow?"

Harry gave a faint smile and ran his fingers through his hair, "I am never really ready for a game."

"For my first few years at school I remember my brothers stressing out before every single game. You are defiantly much calmer then they were."

"Harry!"

Harry and Stephanie turned around and saw Angelina at the school's entrance. "What?" shouted Harry.

"Go to bed now! We have a match tomorrow."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me Harry Potter, Bed Now!"

Stephanie squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, you need your sleep."

* * * *

The school was up bright and early excited about the match. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff hadn't played for the cup in over 20 years. These eggs look horrible…Die eggs…

"Morning Harry, what in the world are you doing?" asked Ron.

"Stabbing my eggs."

"Why?"

"Dunno, they look gross. Pass me the milk please."

Ron reached over, picked up the pitcher and was in the process of handing it to Harry when he dropped it. "What in the bloody hell did you do that for?"

Ron just continued to gape in the direction of the entrance. Harry performed a cleaning spell on his clothes and looked at where Ron was looking. There stood Hermione talking to Ginny in what had to be the least amount of clothes he had ever seen her in. The two approached Harry and Ron and sat down. Ron turned red and buried his face in his hands, "What are you wearing?"

Surprisingly Hermione laughed, "Clothes that Fudge picked out. Doesn't it make you worry that he may be a pervert."

Harry had to agree. Hermione was wearing a very short skirt and a top that only came down to the bottom of her ribcage in a V shape and of course all the whole uniform was red and gold. Maybe Fudge was bit of a sicko. A while later the twins walked over and slapped Harry on the back, "Come on old chap we have to go warm up."

So with that Harry got up and walked out with the rest of the team. When they got outside they found that Icicle had beaten them out to the field. "What are you doing?" asked Aggy.

"Warming up, plotting my next attack, dreading the upcoming moments. You know things I think about on a typical day."

Slowly but surely people started walking out towards the field and the teams had to retreat to the locker rooms. Harry was peaking out of the curtain to see if he could spot his friends in the stands. "Oi Fred the opening show is about to start."

There was a flash of light and there in the middle of the field stood the Gryffindor cheer squad in ballet clothes. The music started and all the girls started a very bad and dramatic ballet routine. Aggy whispered to Harry, "I thought Icicle was a ballerina."

"Technically she is a dancer because she does everything."

"Then why is she so horrible?"

"I think she is trying to make a point…" started Harry

There was another flash of light and the music changed Hot in, so hot it hurts……

Harry could help but laughing with the people in the stands as Hermione, Icicle and the rest all started to get funky in their tutu's. This time the Gryffindor girls were coordinated and looked like they could actually dance. Harry did doubt that this was the kind of opening show that Fudge wanted. "Oh my God they wouldn't go that far. Would they?" whispered Alice.

With a rip all the girls had pulled off the tutu's and stood in what looked like a bra and shorts that could be underwear with glitter on it. "Yes they did go there," whooped Fred.

"Does Icicle have any shame at all?" inquired Kate.

"When it comes to making an idiot of Fudge, apparently not. Wooooo wooo take it off Hermione."

Harry saw Hermione blush and glared in their general direction, "George I don't think that you are going to survive the party tonight. Hermione might kill you."

"Thank you Gryffindor Cheerleaders for that inspiring opening show," commented Lee Jordon. "I would like to take this time to thank all my fans out in the stands. Without you my biases commentaries would not be possible. Sorry Professor, just saying my good byes since this is my last game you know. Ouch! Word for the wise, don't upset Professor McGonagall; she packs a wallop."

Angelina grabbed Harry's arm, "Come on it is time for the match to start."

Harry followed Angelina out onto the field spotting Remus and Snuffles in the stands with Hagrid and Ron. "Team captains shake hands."

There was a pop and the game had begun. Harry immediately started circling the area scanning for the snitch.

The new Hufflepuff seeker was a 4th year named Kyle Nance He had some talent but he was inexperienced and under trained defiantly giving Harry the upper edge. "And Keeper Aggy Fudge stops the quaffle again! The score holds 30-0, Gryffindor in the lead.

"Hufflepuff is in control. Fisher passes it to Stevens who is about to score…… Yes! Bell intercepts shot and she is flying at top speed towards Hufflepuff's goals. Come on Kate! And she scores, Gryffindor 40, Hufflepuff 0!

For what seemed like forever Harry flew around with sign of the snitch. Gryffindor continued to stomp Hufflepuff into the ground. The chasers had scored 150 points, Aggy hadn't let a quaffle by and Fred and George were on top of the Buglers. According to the placement of the sun in the sky and hunger in Harry's stomach he had to guess that it was about 4pm. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw a flash of gold and the Hufflepuff seeker dive. Harry swore to him self and tore after Nance. "Come on, come on!" said Harry as he urged his broom to go faster.

He was gaining but he didn't know if he was gaining fast enough. Out of no where buglers started whizzing past Harry's ears and Harry heard Fred and George shout in triumph. What in the hell are they doing hitting buglers at me?

Ahead of Harry there was a crash as both the buglers hit Nance in the back. Harry watched as Kyle blacked out and fell off his broom. By this time, Harry had gained enough distance that he reached forward and grabbed the snitch. Harry then immediately grabbed his wand and shouted, "Tardus," causing Nance started to slow down until he eventually landed softly on the ground.

Fred and George froze the bulgers and were locking them into their box while the rest of the players landed to make sure that Kyle was alive. Professor Flitwick wiggled his way through the crowd, "Move back and give Mr. Nance and I some room. He is going to need to go to the hospital wing."

The two quidditch teams watched as Kyle was carried off into the castle. "Now it is time to present Gryffindor with the cup," announced Fudge with dismay, "Miss Johnson and Mr. Potter I would like to present you with this years quidditch cup."

Angelina was grinning ear to ear as she received the cup. She quickly looked if over and then handed it over to Harry, "The team is yours Captain Potter."

As soon as Harry grabbed the cup his scar began to burn and he felt a pull the cup started to pull him up into the air.