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A/N: Please forgive me for being overly busy with the end of my freshman year of high school. I knew when I uploaded chapters 1 – 5 that it would be awhile before I would be able to complete the other half of the story. I do apologize for making you wait and as today is my first day of summer I'm starting by uploading this chapter. Consider it a piece offering for the three reviews I got in the past two weeks telling me to get the next chapter up. Here it is...
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 6: Quidditch Reminder
Ron fiercely shaking him woke Harry the next morning. He was going on about Quidditch.
"What?" Harry said a little freaked at being woken before the sun was properly up.
"Well, you scheduled a practice for today," Ron replied, "besides Hermione said that the longer you stay off the broom the likelier you are to fear getting back on."
Harry got dressed listening to Ron go over the basics of Quidditch and the plans they had drawn up. They were half way down the steps of the dormitory before he asked, "what do you mean 'I scheduled practice'?"
"You're the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Seeker," Ron said, "I'm the Keeper, Ginny, Natalie McDonald, and Dennis Creevey are Chasers, and Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper are Beaters. Angelina graduated last year along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. Fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament so there was no inter-house Quidditch and Oliver Wood graduated at the end of third year. You have been playing since first year so you are the senior member."
"I'm guessing Quidditch teams change every year," Harry stated.
"No not every year," Ron said pensively looking at the ceiling, "our first, second, and third year it was you, Oliver, Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie. Fifth year you, Fred, and George were ban because of that cow, Umbridge. After she left your ban was lifted but Fred and George had graduated so to speak and you three had been replaced..."
"By who?" Harry asked.
"You by Ginny, and them by the same beaters we have now," Ron said as they clambered out the portal hole. They walked in silence down to the broom shed and got their brooms out. "So do you want to get on and take a couple laps?"
"Okay," Harry said starting at the broom with suspicion, "let's start with the basics."
"Good idea," said a voice from behind them.
"Yeah never thought you of all people would think of the basics," said another person. As the boys turned around they saw Hermione and Ginny strolling towards them. Harry looked scandalized, but Ginny gave him a 'you know its true' look and he settled with listening to Hermione's instructions.
"Harry," Hermione said, "put the broom down." Harry obeyed without hesitation. "Step to the left side of the broom and say 'up'."
"Up!" Harry's Firebolt jumped into his hand.
"Good," Ginny said, "Now, swing your leg over..." but Harry was far ahead of her. Ginny grabbed a broom and both her and Ron joined him in the air. Ginny shot up to Harry mumbling under her breath. Ron however hadn't gotten six feet off the ground before he set down again talking to Hermione.
"Grab a broom and join us," Ron urged her.
"No, I'm not getting on a broom," Hermione said.
"Hermione, please I'll make sure you stay on your broom," Ron said giving her a look of confidence. Hermione looked at him a moment before sighing and grabbing a broom and hastily mounting it. Ron and Hermione joined Harry and Ginny in the air.
Ginny was wearing a huge smile her eyes twinkling mischievously as Hermione unsteadily lifted into the air. "Harry I'll race you," Ginny said getting into ready position.
"Okay, lets go," Harry readied himself, "on my mark. GO!" They were off, the Firebolt was no match for the school broom and he easily won. But Ginny kept in good spirits, perfectly happy about being in the air. Hermione and Ron cheered.
"Okay Harry," Ron said grabbing a bucket of golf balls, "Catch these balls as I throw them."
Ginny hovered next to Hermione watching Harry catch every single ball Ron threw. Hermione made sure the bucket never went empty by levitating the balls back to the bucket as Harry dropped them to catch another. Before they knew it the team was joining them, which made it about nine a.m.
"Harry!" Dennis Creevey said waving wildly with one hand while helping Andrew Kirke heave the trunk to the pitch. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny landed as the boys dropped the trunk of balls on the ground and rubbed their shoulders.
"Dennis?" Harry asked in Ginny's ear, she nodded. Harry said the first thing he thought of, the first thing that felt natural to say, "Dennis, Ginny, Natalie, in the air; Ron in front of the goals." Ron, Ginny and Hermione smiled at Harry, Ginny and Ron helped Hermione to the ground.
Before Ron and Ginny got back on the brooms Ron asked, "Does that mean he remembers being Quidditch captain?" He and Hermione looked at Ginny curiously.
"He doesn't remember," Ginny said, "he feels that what he does is right but I don't think he knows if it is." She looked at Harry a moment; "He remembers enough to get him through and that is all he cares about." Ginny swung herself onto her broom and lifted off, Ron followed her.
Hermione took a bench seat and set the broom off to the side. She watched the players for a couple minutes before she reached into her pocket and pulled out two items and her wand. Enlarging the items she pulled out a quill and put away her wand. The first, a book 'Mind & Magic' the second was a roll of parchment that already had 1½ inches of writing on it. She was referencing and writing for two hours, looking up at the practice every now and then.
"Mister Potter!" the shrill voice belonged to the Hogwarts nurse, Madam Pomfrey. "Get down her now!" She had her finger pointed at the ground in front of her.
Hermione shrunk the book and parchment as Ron and Ginny landed beside her. Harry had landed in front of Madam Pomfrey, curious to what the problem was. She grabbed him by the arm muttering about head injuries and proper treatment. Harry took one look at the stern woman pulling him to the school by the arm and his eyes glazed over.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had put up the brooms quickly and were trying to catch up with Harry and Madam Pomfrey. Hermione and Ron were so busy trying to keep that they didn't notice Ginny hadn't kept following, but Harry noticed and tore out of Madam Pomfrey's grip and across the grounds to her. Ginny looked pale and was shaking slightly. "Ginny what's wrong?" Harry asked as he landed on both knees in front of her.
"I'm fine," Ginny said trying to stand but Harry and Hermione made her stay seated, "really I just caught part of Harry's memories. Five years worth of medicines taste gross..." Hermione had knitted brows, Ron looked a little sicken at the thought of medicine, and Harry look guilty. "Really I'm fine, a little nauseated but all together fine."
"Harry's memories? What are you talking about Miss Weasley?" Madam Pomfrey had reached the four students.
"Nothing we are all fine she just got her foot caught in a hole," Ron said quickly.
Madam Pomfrey gazed at them skeptically, "Fine, Mr. Potter report to the Hospital wing after lunch, you don't look like you have eaten and I can't give you a check up without you being fed. It would throw off the results." She sped away grumbling about Veritaserum and proper cures.
A/N: Next chapter to come soon: Chapter 7 - Diagnosis and Impossible Cures
A/N: Please forgive me for being overly busy with the end of my freshman year of high school. I knew when I uploaded chapters 1 – 5 that it would be awhile before I would be able to complete the other half of the story. I do apologize for making you wait and as today is my first day of summer I'm starting by uploading this chapter. Consider it a piece offering for the three reviews I got in the past two weeks telling me to get the next chapter up. Here it is...
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 6: Quidditch Reminder
Ron fiercely shaking him woke Harry the next morning. He was going on about Quidditch.
"What?" Harry said a little freaked at being woken before the sun was properly up.
"Well, you scheduled a practice for today," Ron replied, "besides Hermione said that the longer you stay off the broom the likelier you are to fear getting back on."
Harry got dressed listening to Ron go over the basics of Quidditch and the plans they had drawn up. They were half way down the steps of the dormitory before he asked, "what do you mean 'I scheduled practice'?"
"You're the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Seeker," Ron said, "I'm the Keeper, Ginny, Natalie McDonald, and Dennis Creevey are Chasers, and Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper are Beaters. Angelina graduated last year along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. Fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament so there was no inter-house Quidditch and Oliver Wood graduated at the end of third year. You have been playing since first year so you are the senior member."
"I'm guessing Quidditch teams change every year," Harry stated.
"No not every year," Ron said pensively looking at the ceiling, "our first, second, and third year it was you, Oliver, Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie. Fifth year you, Fred, and George were ban because of that cow, Umbridge. After she left your ban was lifted but Fred and George had graduated so to speak and you three had been replaced..."
"By who?" Harry asked.
"You by Ginny, and them by the same beaters we have now," Ron said as they clambered out the portal hole. They walked in silence down to the broom shed and got their brooms out. "So do you want to get on and take a couple laps?"
"Okay," Harry said starting at the broom with suspicion, "let's start with the basics."
"Good idea," said a voice from behind them.
"Yeah never thought you of all people would think of the basics," said another person. As the boys turned around they saw Hermione and Ginny strolling towards them. Harry looked scandalized, but Ginny gave him a 'you know its true' look and he settled with listening to Hermione's instructions.
"Harry," Hermione said, "put the broom down." Harry obeyed without hesitation. "Step to the left side of the broom and say 'up'."
"Up!" Harry's Firebolt jumped into his hand.
"Good," Ginny said, "Now, swing your leg over..." but Harry was far ahead of her. Ginny grabbed a broom and both her and Ron joined him in the air. Ginny shot up to Harry mumbling under her breath. Ron however hadn't gotten six feet off the ground before he set down again talking to Hermione.
"Grab a broom and join us," Ron urged her.
"No, I'm not getting on a broom," Hermione said.
"Hermione, please I'll make sure you stay on your broom," Ron said giving her a look of confidence. Hermione looked at him a moment before sighing and grabbing a broom and hastily mounting it. Ron and Hermione joined Harry and Ginny in the air.
Ginny was wearing a huge smile her eyes twinkling mischievously as Hermione unsteadily lifted into the air. "Harry I'll race you," Ginny said getting into ready position.
"Okay, lets go," Harry readied himself, "on my mark. GO!" They were off, the Firebolt was no match for the school broom and he easily won. But Ginny kept in good spirits, perfectly happy about being in the air. Hermione and Ron cheered.
"Okay Harry," Ron said grabbing a bucket of golf balls, "Catch these balls as I throw them."
Ginny hovered next to Hermione watching Harry catch every single ball Ron threw. Hermione made sure the bucket never went empty by levitating the balls back to the bucket as Harry dropped them to catch another. Before they knew it the team was joining them, which made it about nine a.m.
"Harry!" Dennis Creevey said waving wildly with one hand while helping Andrew Kirke heave the trunk to the pitch. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny landed as the boys dropped the trunk of balls on the ground and rubbed their shoulders.
"Dennis?" Harry asked in Ginny's ear, she nodded. Harry said the first thing he thought of, the first thing that felt natural to say, "Dennis, Ginny, Natalie, in the air; Ron in front of the goals." Ron, Ginny and Hermione smiled at Harry, Ginny and Ron helped Hermione to the ground.
Before Ron and Ginny got back on the brooms Ron asked, "Does that mean he remembers being Quidditch captain?" He and Hermione looked at Ginny curiously.
"He doesn't remember," Ginny said, "he feels that what he does is right but I don't think he knows if it is." She looked at Harry a moment; "He remembers enough to get him through and that is all he cares about." Ginny swung herself onto her broom and lifted off, Ron followed her.
Hermione took a bench seat and set the broom off to the side. She watched the players for a couple minutes before she reached into her pocket and pulled out two items and her wand. Enlarging the items she pulled out a quill and put away her wand. The first, a book 'Mind & Magic' the second was a roll of parchment that already had 1½ inches of writing on it. She was referencing and writing for two hours, looking up at the practice every now and then.
"Mister Potter!" the shrill voice belonged to the Hogwarts nurse, Madam Pomfrey. "Get down her now!" She had her finger pointed at the ground in front of her.
Hermione shrunk the book and parchment as Ron and Ginny landed beside her. Harry had landed in front of Madam Pomfrey, curious to what the problem was. She grabbed him by the arm muttering about head injuries and proper treatment. Harry took one look at the stern woman pulling him to the school by the arm and his eyes glazed over.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had put up the brooms quickly and were trying to catch up with Harry and Madam Pomfrey. Hermione and Ron were so busy trying to keep that they didn't notice Ginny hadn't kept following, but Harry noticed and tore out of Madam Pomfrey's grip and across the grounds to her. Ginny looked pale and was shaking slightly. "Ginny what's wrong?" Harry asked as he landed on both knees in front of her.
"I'm fine," Ginny said trying to stand but Harry and Hermione made her stay seated, "really I just caught part of Harry's memories. Five years worth of medicines taste gross..." Hermione had knitted brows, Ron looked a little sicken at the thought of medicine, and Harry look guilty. "Really I'm fine, a little nauseated but all together fine."
"Harry's memories? What are you talking about Miss Weasley?" Madam Pomfrey had reached the four students.
"Nothing we are all fine she just got her foot caught in a hole," Ron said quickly.
Madam Pomfrey gazed at them skeptically, "Fine, Mr. Potter report to the Hospital wing after lunch, you don't look like you have eaten and I can't give you a check up without you being fed. It would throw off the results." She sped away grumbling about Veritaserum and proper cures.
A/N: Next chapter to come soon: Chapter 7 - Diagnosis and Impossible Cures