Chapter 10: The Quidditch Final
A/N: Ok, I'm not good at writing the goings on of Quidditch. So, I'm going to leave it up to your imagination (I know you all have them) to picture every detail that's going on, cuz' I'm sure most of you are more talented than I and can describe a Quidditch match.
After weeks of training, the Quidditch Final was a day away. It was all the whole school could talk about. In the corridors, at lunch, during free time in classes, all you heard was the Quidditch Final, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Though the Quidditch Final wasn't the only thing on Lily and Blake Potter's minds. They already knew how it would turn out, and knew that they were the result of celebration in the victory of Gryffindor. They knew the story of this match very well, for it was one of the highlights from their father's Quidditch days, one of his best matches. Tension was high between all the houses in Hogwarts, it was mainly the Gryffindor house against the Slytherin house, but the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses joined in the fray too, teaming up with Gryffindor. Almost everyday you heard of someone ending up in the hospital wing, usually a Gryffindor or Slytherin, who had gotten into a duel with a member of the opposing house, and ended up with effects of curses somewhere on their bodies. The people at the most risk at the moment, the seekers of both teams. Malfoy, of course was well protected; no one would try and start any physical fight with him, for they would end up unconscious in the hospital wing because of Malfoy's two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Since Crabbe and Goyle didn't even know which end of a wand to point at their opponent, Malfoy made sure to take care of the curses thrown at him. Harry, had his two friends, who always had been there, and he also had his son and daughter, who didn't even let Malfoy come close to cursing their father one day. Malfoy had come up behind the five of them and said,
"So Potter, sure you're going to be able to play tomorrow? I mean, sure you can concentrate with that Mudblood being in the stands?" All five of them turned around, whipped out their wands, but with the Potter reflexes and both Granger and Potter tempers to boot, Blake and Lily had their wands out before their parents and godfather, and pointed them at Malfoy. Blake said,
"Care to repeat that, Malfoy? What was that you called Hermione?" Malfoy did his best to cover up an arrogant smirk over his slight fear of five people with wands pointed at him, especially a brother and sister who had more of a temper than all of them. Malfoy said,
"I'm not scared of you, Carter." Blake came closer and said,
"You should be." Lily said, with the tone of voice that was only heard from her mother when threatening her father,
"If I ever hear that foul word come out of your mouth again, Malfoy, so help me God, it will be the last thing you'll ever say."
"Why should I be afraid of you, Carter, you're just a girl. You can't do anything of consequence to me."
"Don't give me reason to." Blake said, with the same danger in his voice as his sister,
"Just because she's a girl, Malfoy, doesn't mean she can't curse you to kingdom come. Give her a reason to, and she won't hesitate to do it. And after she's done with you, I'll have my turn cursing you to kingdom come and back."
"Our parents were great wizards, Malfoy, the top of their class. They've taught us well." Both Lily and Blake put down their wands and went to the next class with Harry, Ron and Hermione, getting shocked looks from the trio the whole way.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final Quidditch Match of the season! The final game that will determine whether the Cup will go to Gryffindor or Slytherin! Let's meet our players. On the Gryffindor team, Chasers: Bell, Drake, and Weasley! Beaters: Kirke and Sloper! Keeper: Weasley! And your seeker for the Gryffindor team: Harry Potter!" A series of boo's erupted from the Slytherin side, but were drowned out by cheers from the other three houses.
"And on the Slytherin team, Chasers: Warrington, Zabini, Pucey! Beaters: Crabbe and Goyle! Keeper: Bletchley! And your seeker for the Slytherin team: Draco Malfoy!" The cheers from the Slytherin side were drowned out yet again by the rest of the crowd, who, at the naming of the Slytherin players, started booing loudly. The players stood in a line on the field, with the captains, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy reluctantly shaking hands, each trying to inflict pain on the other. Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field and released the Snitch and Beaters. The players took their positions and the Quaffle was released and the game began. In the stands, Hermione, Lily and Blake watched with anxiety. Hermione was more anxious, for Lily and Blake knew the outcome of the game. Blake watched his father with awe and said,
"I knew he was a good flyer, but I didn't know he was that good." Lily lowered her voice and said,
"Well, you fly just as well as him, what do you expect?"
"I know, but I didn't know he was as good as me."
"Ok you conceited dork." Lily looked at her brother like he had just gotten ten times stranger than he already was. Thirty minutes later, the pitch had erupted in sound. The match was over, and the outcome had been what three fourths of the school's population had hoped: Harry Potter caught the Snitch. Everyone ran onto the field, waiting to congratulate all the players of the Gryffindor team, Hermione, Lily and Blake being among them. They fought their way to Ron and Harry, who were looking for them. As soon as they reached each other, Harry caught Hermione up in a hug and picked her up and spun her around. She said,
"You did it! You did it!" Lily went and gave her godfather a hug and said,
"Just the way the match was supposed to turn out." Ron grinned, and soon, the five of them headed up to the castle together, prepared for the biggest celebration of their lives up in the Gryffindor Tower. Later that evening, Harry and Hermione announced that they were going for a walk. Ron said,
"Oh, right, walk, eh?" He raised his eyebrows at them, and it took them a while to get what he was meaning, and when they did, Hermione smacked him on the back of the head and said,
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ron." They left the Common Room, and Lily said to Ron,
"You're a dork." Blake said,
"Well, little sister, it's the big one, the night that shows whether we live or die."
"And now we just sit back and wait." They all talked for a while, mostly about the future, when Blake started to look peaky. His face turned pale, and Lily noticed it. She said,
"What's wrong, Blake?"
"I don't know, something doesn't feel right. It feels almost like I'm...dissolving."
"Dissolving? Why would you feel...?" She gasped and ran up to her room. She came back with the book on time travel they had found in the Room of Requirement. She flipped to a page and said,
"Here it is. When one is faced with threatening his or her own existence. When a time traveler has somehow interfered with their birth or events leading up to their birth, he or she will eventually cease to exist, causing a feeling of dissolving, eventually literally dissolving off the face of the earth. Oh my God, they did just go for a walk." Blake's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell off the couch. Lily and Ron both sat beside him, Ron taking the book and reading, Lily holding on to her brother's hand, a look of worry in her eyes. She said,
"Oh God, please, don't go, Blake. Damnit, get it over with!!" Blake coughed and sputtered, Lily said,
"Is there nothing we can do?" Blake was starting to fade for view, when all of sudden, he stopped coughing and sat straight up. Both Ron and Lily had confused looks on their faces, then Lily finally realized,
"There it is. Harry and Hermione are about to be parents in a few months." Brother and sister hugged, both happy to be alive.
A few days after the Quidditch match, Hermione was showing the classic signs of being pregnant, but was unaware of it. One evening, Hermione called Lily over because she needed to talk to her. They sat on the railing across from their dorm room door. Lily said,
"Well, what did you need to talk to me about?"
"I need your help, Lily."
"Anything, what do you need?" Hermione took a deep breath and said,
"I'm in trouble. I'm pregnant." Lily did her best to make it look like it was news to her, and she said,
"Are you sure?" Hermione nodded and said,
"I don't know what to do. I'm only in sixth year!"
"Have you told Harry yet?"
"No. Should I?"
"Of course you should, he has a right to know!"
"I know, I know. I just don't know how to tell him."
"Well, keep it on the down low for a few days, if you can. Can you?" Hermione nodded and Lily said,
"And I'll come up with a plan for you to tell Harry."
"Thank you so, so much, Lily."
"Hey, what are friends for?" They talked about other things, until Hermione decided she was tired and needed to get some sleep. She went to bed, and Lily went downstairs to go talk with the men of their group of five. They were already talking about something, and when Lily came within earshot, she heard Blake say,
"So, how are you going to do this, what do you want to do, first?"
"I want to show her that I love her more than anything in the world, and I don't ever want to lose her."
"Like telling her you want to spend the rest of your life with her?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, and Lily said,
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Want to spend the rest of your life with her? If you love her that much."
"I'm getting to the point where I don't even like spending time away from her." He thought a moment, then said,
"Is there a limit for how long engagements can last?"
"No, why would there be?"
"Good, I have an idea then." He got up and ran up the stairs to his dormitory. Lily said,
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" Her brother said,
"Possibly, what do you think he's going to do?"
"Is he going to propose?" Ron said,
"Seems that way doesn't it?" Blake said,
"Holy crap, the man moves fast. They've only been going out for two weeks."
"Yeah, but it has to move fast, cuz' she's carrying his children."
"Is that what she wanted to talk to you about?"
"Yeah, I have to help figure out a way to tell him."
"Wait till he proposes, then she can tell him."
"Ok, Lily, it's ok for Dad to propose to Mum in his sixth year, but it's not ok for me to propose to Julia in my sixth year?"
"Well, she's not carrying your children." Ron said,
"I hope to God she isn't." He looked at Blake and said,
"She isn't is she?"
"As far as I know she's not."
"Meaning there's a possibility?" Blake, starting to squirm like he did when he was uncomfortable, said,
"You know, I'd really not like to talk about this right now."
"Too bad, we're going to talk about it. What's been going on?" Lily said,
"You know, I sense a possible injury about to take place here, so can we stop interrogating him about something that hasn't had a chance to happen yet?" Ron fell silent, but kept throwing his godson slightly dirty looks.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. I'm not too impressed with how it turned out, but maybe you all will like it. As always, please review. Oh, and I'm not posting any more until I get more reviews. Hopefully double than what I have now. I welcome all constructive criticism, and open to any and all suggestions. I have the next two chapters done, and I'm working on chapter 13. If you want to read them, then please, please, please review.
Huskerfan2006
A/N: Ok, I'm not good at writing the goings on of Quidditch. So, I'm going to leave it up to your imagination (I know you all have them) to picture every detail that's going on, cuz' I'm sure most of you are more talented than I and can describe a Quidditch match.
After weeks of training, the Quidditch Final was a day away. It was all the whole school could talk about. In the corridors, at lunch, during free time in classes, all you heard was the Quidditch Final, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Though the Quidditch Final wasn't the only thing on Lily and Blake Potter's minds. They already knew how it would turn out, and knew that they were the result of celebration in the victory of Gryffindor. They knew the story of this match very well, for it was one of the highlights from their father's Quidditch days, one of his best matches. Tension was high between all the houses in Hogwarts, it was mainly the Gryffindor house against the Slytherin house, but the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses joined in the fray too, teaming up with Gryffindor. Almost everyday you heard of someone ending up in the hospital wing, usually a Gryffindor or Slytherin, who had gotten into a duel with a member of the opposing house, and ended up with effects of curses somewhere on their bodies. The people at the most risk at the moment, the seekers of both teams. Malfoy, of course was well protected; no one would try and start any physical fight with him, for they would end up unconscious in the hospital wing because of Malfoy's two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Since Crabbe and Goyle didn't even know which end of a wand to point at their opponent, Malfoy made sure to take care of the curses thrown at him. Harry, had his two friends, who always had been there, and he also had his son and daughter, who didn't even let Malfoy come close to cursing their father one day. Malfoy had come up behind the five of them and said,
"So Potter, sure you're going to be able to play tomorrow? I mean, sure you can concentrate with that Mudblood being in the stands?" All five of them turned around, whipped out their wands, but with the Potter reflexes and both Granger and Potter tempers to boot, Blake and Lily had their wands out before their parents and godfather, and pointed them at Malfoy. Blake said,
"Care to repeat that, Malfoy? What was that you called Hermione?" Malfoy did his best to cover up an arrogant smirk over his slight fear of five people with wands pointed at him, especially a brother and sister who had more of a temper than all of them. Malfoy said,
"I'm not scared of you, Carter." Blake came closer and said,
"You should be." Lily said, with the tone of voice that was only heard from her mother when threatening her father,
"If I ever hear that foul word come out of your mouth again, Malfoy, so help me God, it will be the last thing you'll ever say."
"Why should I be afraid of you, Carter, you're just a girl. You can't do anything of consequence to me."
"Don't give me reason to." Blake said, with the same danger in his voice as his sister,
"Just because she's a girl, Malfoy, doesn't mean she can't curse you to kingdom come. Give her a reason to, and she won't hesitate to do it. And after she's done with you, I'll have my turn cursing you to kingdom come and back."
"Our parents were great wizards, Malfoy, the top of their class. They've taught us well." Both Lily and Blake put down their wands and went to the next class with Harry, Ron and Hermione, getting shocked looks from the trio the whole way.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final Quidditch Match of the season! The final game that will determine whether the Cup will go to Gryffindor or Slytherin! Let's meet our players. On the Gryffindor team, Chasers: Bell, Drake, and Weasley! Beaters: Kirke and Sloper! Keeper: Weasley! And your seeker for the Gryffindor team: Harry Potter!" A series of boo's erupted from the Slytherin side, but were drowned out by cheers from the other three houses.
"And on the Slytherin team, Chasers: Warrington, Zabini, Pucey! Beaters: Crabbe and Goyle! Keeper: Bletchley! And your seeker for the Slytherin team: Draco Malfoy!" The cheers from the Slytherin side were drowned out yet again by the rest of the crowd, who, at the naming of the Slytherin players, started booing loudly. The players stood in a line on the field, with the captains, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy reluctantly shaking hands, each trying to inflict pain on the other. Madam Hooch stepped out onto the field and released the Snitch and Beaters. The players took their positions and the Quaffle was released and the game began. In the stands, Hermione, Lily and Blake watched with anxiety. Hermione was more anxious, for Lily and Blake knew the outcome of the game. Blake watched his father with awe and said,
"I knew he was a good flyer, but I didn't know he was that good." Lily lowered her voice and said,
"Well, you fly just as well as him, what do you expect?"
"I know, but I didn't know he was as good as me."
"Ok you conceited dork." Lily looked at her brother like he had just gotten ten times stranger than he already was. Thirty minutes later, the pitch had erupted in sound. The match was over, and the outcome had been what three fourths of the school's population had hoped: Harry Potter caught the Snitch. Everyone ran onto the field, waiting to congratulate all the players of the Gryffindor team, Hermione, Lily and Blake being among them. They fought their way to Ron and Harry, who were looking for them. As soon as they reached each other, Harry caught Hermione up in a hug and picked her up and spun her around. She said,
"You did it! You did it!" Lily went and gave her godfather a hug and said,
"Just the way the match was supposed to turn out." Ron grinned, and soon, the five of them headed up to the castle together, prepared for the biggest celebration of their lives up in the Gryffindor Tower. Later that evening, Harry and Hermione announced that they were going for a walk. Ron said,
"Oh, right, walk, eh?" He raised his eyebrows at them, and it took them a while to get what he was meaning, and when they did, Hermione smacked him on the back of the head and said,
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ron." They left the Common Room, and Lily said to Ron,
"You're a dork." Blake said,
"Well, little sister, it's the big one, the night that shows whether we live or die."
"And now we just sit back and wait." They all talked for a while, mostly about the future, when Blake started to look peaky. His face turned pale, and Lily noticed it. She said,
"What's wrong, Blake?"
"I don't know, something doesn't feel right. It feels almost like I'm...dissolving."
"Dissolving? Why would you feel...?" She gasped and ran up to her room. She came back with the book on time travel they had found in the Room of Requirement. She flipped to a page and said,
"Here it is. When one is faced with threatening his or her own existence. When a time traveler has somehow interfered with their birth or events leading up to their birth, he or she will eventually cease to exist, causing a feeling of dissolving, eventually literally dissolving off the face of the earth. Oh my God, they did just go for a walk." Blake's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell off the couch. Lily and Ron both sat beside him, Ron taking the book and reading, Lily holding on to her brother's hand, a look of worry in her eyes. She said,
"Oh God, please, don't go, Blake. Damnit, get it over with!!" Blake coughed and sputtered, Lily said,
"Is there nothing we can do?" Blake was starting to fade for view, when all of sudden, he stopped coughing and sat straight up. Both Ron and Lily had confused looks on their faces, then Lily finally realized,
"There it is. Harry and Hermione are about to be parents in a few months." Brother and sister hugged, both happy to be alive.
A few days after the Quidditch match, Hermione was showing the classic signs of being pregnant, but was unaware of it. One evening, Hermione called Lily over because she needed to talk to her. They sat on the railing across from their dorm room door. Lily said,
"Well, what did you need to talk to me about?"
"I need your help, Lily."
"Anything, what do you need?" Hermione took a deep breath and said,
"I'm in trouble. I'm pregnant." Lily did her best to make it look like it was news to her, and she said,
"Are you sure?" Hermione nodded and said,
"I don't know what to do. I'm only in sixth year!"
"Have you told Harry yet?"
"No. Should I?"
"Of course you should, he has a right to know!"
"I know, I know. I just don't know how to tell him."
"Well, keep it on the down low for a few days, if you can. Can you?" Hermione nodded and Lily said,
"And I'll come up with a plan for you to tell Harry."
"Thank you so, so much, Lily."
"Hey, what are friends for?" They talked about other things, until Hermione decided she was tired and needed to get some sleep. She went to bed, and Lily went downstairs to go talk with the men of their group of five. They were already talking about something, and when Lily came within earshot, she heard Blake say,
"So, how are you going to do this, what do you want to do, first?"
"I want to show her that I love her more than anything in the world, and I don't ever want to lose her."
"Like telling her you want to spend the rest of your life with her?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, and Lily said,
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Want to spend the rest of your life with her? If you love her that much."
"I'm getting to the point where I don't even like spending time away from her." He thought a moment, then said,
"Is there a limit for how long engagements can last?"
"No, why would there be?"
"Good, I have an idea then." He got up and ran up the stairs to his dormitory. Lily said,
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" Her brother said,
"Possibly, what do you think he's going to do?"
"Is he going to propose?" Ron said,
"Seems that way doesn't it?" Blake said,
"Holy crap, the man moves fast. They've only been going out for two weeks."
"Yeah, but it has to move fast, cuz' she's carrying his children."
"Is that what she wanted to talk to you about?"
"Yeah, I have to help figure out a way to tell him."
"Wait till he proposes, then she can tell him."
"Ok, Lily, it's ok for Dad to propose to Mum in his sixth year, but it's not ok for me to propose to Julia in my sixth year?"
"Well, she's not carrying your children." Ron said,
"I hope to God she isn't." He looked at Blake and said,
"She isn't is she?"
"As far as I know she's not."
"Meaning there's a possibility?" Blake, starting to squirm like he did when he was uncomfortable, said,
"You know, I'd really not like to talk about this right now."
"Too bad, we're going to talk about it. What's been going on?" Lily said,
"You know, I sense a possible injury about to take place here, so can we stop interrogating him about something that hasn't had a chance to happen yet?" Ron fell silent, but kept throwing his godson slightly dirty looks.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. I'm not too impressed with how it turned out, but maybe you all will like it. As always, please review. Oh, and I'm not posting any more until I get more reviews. Hopefully double than what I have now. I welcome all constructive criticism, and open to any and all suggestions. I have the next two chapters done, and I'm working on chapter 13. If you want to read them, then please, please, please review.
Huskerfan2006