'Don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message, to show me life is precious, Then I guess it's true, But to tell truth, I really never knew, T'll I met you...' - Crazy Town
On October the seventeenth, Elizabeth was up and raring to go at five in the morning. She was restless. She wanted this match won and over with so that she could celebrate her seventeenth birthday.
It was two more hours before any awoke. It happened to be Ginny, who'd woken up because of a bad nightmare.
"Better not to go back to sleep. It is seven in the morning, you know," Elizabeth commented.
Ginny just grumbled.
Elizabeth was pacing and wouldn't stop for anything. She had bundles of energy she couldn't wait to get out.
When Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor boys tried to slip quietly downstairs to decorate the common room, they were surprised to find Elizabeth already up. Since they planned for this, they hid the stuff behind their backs as they went back upstairs.
"Now, Dean, remember to tell the rest of the Gryffindor house to hold this up the first time Elizabeth scores, alright? If she doesn't score, then hold it up once I've gotten the snitch. Don't let her see the front! Flash the back at the very beginning. It won't look suspicious because it has 'Go Gryffindor!' on it. You know the drill," Harry reminded.
"I do. When Elizabeth asks me about this…"
"Tell her it's from Godric Gryffindor and his house," Harry finished his sentence for him. That's when Harry started to reminisce about the first time he told Elizabeth his life. Once she found out about the Chamber of Secrets episode, she'd call him Godric Gryffindor because of the sword.
"Only the real Godric Gryffindor could pull THAT out of a hat," she'd remarked.
As Gryffindor team headed out to the field, Elizabeth could feel a lump in her throat. She'd only played once before, and she did okay. She thought she should feel confident, Harry had worked her and the other two chasers like dogs in practice, saying that, 'winning by points won only by catching the snitch is not acceptable.' So, for the audience, Elizabeth stuck her chin up, making her look resolute in her most nervous hour.
'There's her façade,' Harry mused.
"Mount!" he called out.
Elizabeth got on her Nimbus 2003 and waited for the kick off sign from Harry. He gave the thumbs up (that's the kick off sign) and they flew into the air, forming a half circle to the Slytherins.
"I want a nice clean game," Madam Hooch said as part of her usual routine, "From all of you."
She blew the whistle and Ginny grabbed the quaffle. Elizabeth followed her to the Gryffindor scoring area and waited for her to decide the play.
Ginny chose one that worked last year against the Slytherins, who now had a different keeper.
Ginny threw the quaffle to Emily, and Emily threw it back. They did this numerous times. Elizabeth watched in amusement as the Slytherin keeper tried to discern which girl would be the one to shoot.
All of a sudden, Emily threw the quaffle up to Elizabeth, who shot it right through the middle hoop.
"First round of ten points goes to Gryffindor," the commentator announced. The girl Yurich from Slytherin was still there.
"Elizabeth," Ginny called.
"What?" Elizabeth answered.
"Take a look at our end," Ginny instructed.
Elizabeth's eyes flew to the end where Gryffindor supporters were rallied. She couldn't believe her eyes.
The banner was gold, and rather large. They had a picture of her old green rose and Harry's old purple daisy, with their stems entwined.
'Happy Golden Birthday, Elizabeth!' was written in red letters. There were pictures of a lion and a Buto, lying together in the grass. The Buto looked suspiciously like herself, in animal form, and she had a funny feeling the lion was representing Harry…
"Elizabeth! Get your head in the game!" Harry called out.
"Right! Sorry!" Elizabeth called back.
She scored two more times to show Harry she wasn't completely not paying attention.
Gryffindor was up, sixty points to thirty, before, "I've got it!" was heard.
"Harry Potter catches the snitch and earns one hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor. Gryffindor wins. Is anyone surprised?" Yurich asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Who planned that, anyway?" Elizabeth asked Hermione once she was back on the ground.
"Don't know. Ask Dean about it. I think he knows," Hermione replied.
Elizabeth went up to Dean. "Hey, Dean," Elizabeth called.
"Yes?" he said.
"Who's that banner from, anyway?"
"Godric Gryffindor," Dean answered automatically.
Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before a look of understanding hit her like a slap in the face. 'Of course…the sneaky bastard,' she thought affectionately.
Elizabeth was happy to have her broom, because she literally felt like flying. She even flew back to the castle, once she was in her regular robes.
"As happy as you undoubtedly are, Miss Pentillo, I'm sorry to say that we do not permit flying broomsticks in our halls," McGonagall gently chided with a look of laughter in her eyes.
"Sorry, Professor," Elizabeth apologized as she jumped off her broom and carried it over her shoulder.
Elizabeth sighed as she thought the happy feeling would never leave. She was now a legal, of-age witch, she just won her first quidditch game since she'd been seventeen, she thought someone loved her, and now, she was going to see if she could write songs to express her feelings.
(A/N: Is ANYONE ELSE GOING TO REVIEW THIS? Okay, so I am posting this here for myself, but honestly, people, this is not as bad as some of the other crap that litters this site! -for an example of exactly what kind of morons roam this site, check out Harry Potter and Found Love!- Come on! It's not torture to read it, I promise!! -grumbles- people are so freakin lazy.-end grumbling-
Tekvah Ariel: Be honest, did it take you that long to figure out Elizabeth was infatuated with Harry? -sigh- Anyway, Dumbledore's got ears all around the castle...-shudders- I appreciate you coming back and reviewing again. It means a lot to me. You will find that as this thing progresses, that the author notes do tend to be a whole paragraph...generally...:-) Keep comin' back, I promise you it will get very good soon. The only thing I'll warn you of is short chapters. Towards the end, there are really really really really really short chapters. Like a little more than 100 words...XD I'm evil, but they're not due for another ten chapters or so. I might update tomorrow...depends on my mood. :-D)