I have been told by wuzup13579 that Ginny is a chaser, not a beater. Well,
that just makes me feel stupid, and since I have written an entire chapter
on it, can we please just pretend that she is a beater? Pretty please?
Indigal: I'm not sure what you didn't understand. The fact that I said I had writers block and proceeded to write three more chapters? That was the best reason I could think of.
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"Please, Ms. Chang. I cannot allow you to sit here and take up such space! This is an infirmary, not a zoo!"
"I'm not staring, I'm keeping him company!"
"Company doesn't work when he's unconscious! He can't hear you."
Harry didn't open his eyes. Who was having this conversation? Then it hit him. Ms. Chang. Cho. They were talking about him.
"I can so hear her." He opened his eyes.
"Harry!" Cho spun around. "You're awake!"
Madam Pomfrey walked away, muttering.
Cho hugged him. "Oh Harry, I was so worried."
He sat up. Everything was blurry, and trying to focus was giving him a headache. He reached to the table beside him, looking for his glasses. He found them, and put them on. Cho came into focus, and he smiled.
"What are you doing here? What am I doing here? I was in the courtyard."
Cho frowned. "Harry, that was almost two weeks ago. You didn't go back to your common room, so Ron and Hermione went looking for you. They found you face down in the courtyard."
Harry frowned as well. "I don't understand."
Cho shook her head. "Neither do I. Dumbledore asked if anyone had seen anything, but everyone had been at dinner. Peeves said he saw someone walking towards the courtyard during dinner, but he didn't stop to see who it was, as he was too busy setting booby traps for students. He said it looked like a student. They were wearing black robes."
She started to cry. Harry hugged her. "It's okay, Cho. I'm fine, don't worry."
Cho smiled and wiped her eyes.
Madam Pomfrey came back over. "Now that you've talked, I need to give Harry some medicine, or he'll never get out of bed!"
Cho moved back and sat on the next bed, smiling.
Madam Pomfrey shoved a spoonful of medicine down Harry's throat. It felt like ice, and tasted like carrots. She then gave him a glass of water. "Drink the whole thing. Right now."
He nodded and chugged the glass. The freezing sensation spread to the tips of his fingers, and he shivered. After a moment, it shrunk back, and he felt perfectly normal.
"There you are, Mr. Potter. You are free to go at any time." She bustled off towards other students.
Harry stood up. "What day is it?" He asked Cho.
"October 8th." She said.
Harry almost jumped. "What? We have a Quiddich game tomorrow! We have to practice! It's against Slytherin!"
Cho put her hands on his shoulders. "They're practicing right now. That's why Ron and Hermione aren't here. Ron is out practicing, and Hermione is watching. Madam Pomfrey insisted that they get some fresh air."
Harry sighed. "Am I allowed to go out and practice with them, or do I still have to rest?" He asked Madam Pomfrey.
She looked up. "I don't care, but you should probably spend some time with Ms. Chang. She has been waiting for you for a rather long time." She chuckled.
Harry grinned. "Fine, if I have to."
Cho laughed. "Let's go out and watch them play Quiddich. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you play."
They walked out to the pitch and sat down in the stands beside Hermione. "Hey Herm." Harry said.
She spun around to them. "Harry, you're awake!" She gave him a hug. "We were so worried!"
Harry smiled. He turned to Cho. "Please?"
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Go!"
He kissed her. "Thanks. I'll come back, don't worry." She smiled. "Accio Firebolt!" He said, and kicked off of the stands.
Just as he flew, he heard Hermione say, "Show off."
He couldn't help but smile.
"Harry!" The team had noticed he was back. "Great to see you!"
Harry grinned. "I'm sorry about that. How's the training going?"
Ginny flew up to him. "Well, not so great. We don't actually have a plan. This is why we wanted you as captain. Between me and Ron, we don't really know what to do. We've been improvising, and it's worked in practices."
Harry nodded. "I think I've got a plan."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"
Harry grinned. "I'm going to catch the snitch."
After practice, Harry dropped off his broom in the broom shed and went to look for Cho. He could see her, just standing up from her seat in the stands. He sighed.
"Cho!" He called. "Are you going to make me walk up all those stairs to get you?"
She looked down at him and waved. "Yes!" She called back.
Harry grinned. "Not likely!" He turned into a phoenix and flew up to her.
After changing back, he smirked. "I didn't have to walk!"
Cho frowned. "Show off."
Harry shook his head. "Everyone seems to think that."
They walked down the stairs and towards the Great Hall. "So Cho, how long are you going to stay with us?" Harry asked.
Cho looked down. "I'm going home through Floo after your game tomorrow, probably. I have to work on Monday."
Harry looked at her. "Isn't today Friday?"
Cho nodded. "So why can't you go home on Sunday, instead of tomorrow night? If we win, I'm sure Gryffindor will let you celebrate with us!"
Cho smiled. "Maybe, Harry, maybe."
Just then, Harry realized something.
Sirius. He hadn't gone to see him since that first day! He'd said he would go the next day, but he forgot, and he was going to go the night after Quiddich. . . but it was two weeks later. Would Sirius still be there?
He and Cho walked slowly to the Great Hall in silence. When they got there, Cho squeezed his hand. "It was so amazing being back at school, especially being on the Quiddich pitch. But I haven't been to the Great Hall yet. It feels so strange."
Harry smiled. "That's because you're getting old."
He jumped forward before she could hit him.
"Harry," Cho said quietly, "who did that to you?"
"What do you mean?"
Cho looked at him. "Harry, you've been unconscious for two weeks! Your friends found you, they thought you were dead! Mrs. Weasley came to see you, and I came, and no one knew what had happened to you, or who had made it happen! Doesn't any of this mean anything to you?" She was almost in tears.
Harry hugged her. "Cho, I've had more life threatening experiences than anyone else I have ever met or heard of. Being unconscious for two weeks isn't even the worst."
Cho frowned. "I can't handle this, Harry. I can't live like this. This isn't the first time I've gone for weeks, thinking you were dead."
"But I came back to you both times." Harry said.
Cho shook her head. "How do I know you will next time? And even if you do, I'm still going to have agonizing weeks where I think you may be lost to me forever. I can't spend my life fearing for yours. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll talk to you some time. But for your sake, and mine, I hope not."
She kissed him on the cheek, and Harry felt a tear stick to his face.
"Cho, please. . ." But she had turned around and walked up the first flight of stairs. Harry stood there a moment, taking in everything that had just happened. He knew that Cho was going to Dumbledore's office so she could Floo home. Harry ran up the stairs to follow her. He just turned the corner in time to hear her say the password to Dumbledore's office, "Pepper Imps."
The door closed just before Harry could get in, so he said the password again, and ran up the stairs.
"Cho, wait!" He said, reaching the top of the stairs. He opened the door just in time to see her throw the Floo powder into the fireplace.
"Goodbye, Harry." She said.
"Cho!" Harry yelled as she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared with a flash.
Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him. "Harry?" Sirius poked his head out of the door to Dumbledore's rooms. "Well, it's wonderful to finally see you again. Who was in here?"
Harry sat down on the floor. He didn't say anything. Fawkes came down to him and rested his head on Harry's knee.
"Harry?" Sirius asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
But Harry didn't hear him. He was staring at the fire. The cold, black ashes, that just a moment ago had been lit with the brilliant flame of Harry's last image of Cho. He knew that she wouldn't be at Grimmauld Place when he got home.
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Harry sat on the floor, staring at the fireplace for what seemed like hours. Sirius disappeared into Dumbledore's room and emerged a moment later with food.
Harry ate it slowly, not looking at it.
"I thought you were going to go home." He said.
Sirius shook his head, though Harry could not see it. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to do it. you promised to keep my secret, and Moony promised to keep my secret, and Dumbledore promised to keep my secret, and I couldn't leave. Moony said that there were orphans living at my house. I couldn't go back there, to all those people who didn't know me, people who think I'm a murderer, people who think I'm dead. I couldn't."
Harry nodded. "I know exactly what you mean."
Neither of them spoke for a very long time.
"Harry," Sirius said finally, "Maybe you should go back to your dormitory, it's late, and you need sleep."
"I've been sleeping for the past two weeks. I'm fine." Harry said quietly. He, a seventeen year old boy, was scaring Sirius, a man who had faced fear itself, and lived with it for twelve years. He hadn't torn his eyes from the fireplace, and he had barely blinked.
"Harry," Sirius said, walking over to him, and dragging him to his feet. "You are going to go to bed. If you don't want to go back to your dormitory, maybe Dumbledore will let you stay here, but I don't know."
"He may stay here." Harry looked up at Dumbledore, but quickly went back to looking at the fireplace. "But Sirius is correct, you should sleep. You can send Cho an owl in the morning." He disappeared into his rooms.
Sirius sat down beside Harry. "Are you okay?" Harry closed his eyes.
He sighed. With out opening his eyes, Harry stood up. He opened his eyes, and was facing the door. "I'm going to go back to my dorm. I have to get up early for Quiddich."
Sirius nodded. "Good night, Harry."
Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower alone. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. He never thought something like that would happen. He never thought he would act that way about it. he thought he would be with Cho forever, that they'd been through so much together, that they would be happy. And he never thought that he would break up with a girl like that. He never thought he would spend such a long time just thinking about it.
He shook the thoughts out of his head. He noticed that he was in front of the Fat Lady.
"Come on, then. What's the password?"
Harry sighed. "Hydra."
The Fat Lady sighed. "Go on in."
Harry stepped into the common room.
"Harry, where were you?" Ron asked. "You didn't turn up at dinner."
Harry nodded. "You're right, I didn't. Good night." He didn't even look at them, he just walked up the stairs to his dorm. Hermione poked Ron and raised her eyebrows. He nodded, and followed Harry up the stairs.
Harry collapsed face down on his bed.
"Harry? What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked.
Harry sighed into his pillow. "I'm still not sure. I think Cho broke up with me."
Ron nodded slowly. "Right. Well, I'm sure it will work out. . ."
Harry looked up. "Don't bother, Ron. You really suck at this, so just give it up. I'll be fine."
Ron nodded. "Good night, mate." He left.
When Harry knew he was alone, he let it go. He felt tears fall down his face, silently. He hadn't felt this way before. He'd felt unloved before, for most of his childhood, in fact. But he'd never had someone just stop. No one had ever been his friend one day, and wanted nothing to do with him the next. Not when he still loved them.
"Harry." He heard his name, and someone was shaking him. "Come on, Harry. You haven't eaten anything in a really long time. You need to get something in your stomach before the match."
Harry's eyes shot open. He sat up. "I'm awake, I'm awake."
Ron laughed. "I knew Quiddich would get you."
Harry nodded. "I'll come down to the Great Hall. I've got to do something first."
Ron made a very confused face, but left.
A few minutes later, Harry walked to Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs and knocked on the door. "Come in." Came Dumbledore's voice.
Harry opened the door. "Good morning, Professor. Can I speak to Sirius?"
Dumbledore nodded. Harry walked into his room. "Sirius?" He said.
"Morning Harry." Came Sirius' voice. "Don't you have a Quiddich match today?"
Harry smiled. "I wanted to make sure you weren't coming."
Sirius sat up. "Pardon me?"
"I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to come as Snuffles and have Malfoy notice you."
Sirius sighed. "Don't worry, I'm going to watch from the window."
Harry smiled. "Thanks, Sirius. I'll try and come over here after. I don't know how much of a celebration there will be, after a game with new players and no game plan."
"No game plan? How is that going to work?"
Harry smiled weakly. "I'm going to catch the snitch."
"Good luck with that."
Harry walked down to the Great Hall. He found the rest of his team there. "Morning, guys." He looked at everyone. They all looked nervous, and no one was eating.
"Eat. All of you, you need something to eat. You don't want to pass out during the match."
A few people nodded, and they all ate. Harry himself, even though he didn't think he could stomach anything, but he knew that he needed to eat.
Fifteen minutes later, they went down to the pitch. After everyone had changed into their Quiddich robes, Harry started talking. "I haven't seen any of you practice, but I still know you're good. I know that we don't really have a plan, so I just want to stress team work. Keep your eyes and ears open, and score. We can beat Slytherin. We are the better team. Now let's go show Slytherin what we're made of."
They all stood up and grabbed their brooms.
"Let's do this." Ron said, and that walked onto the pitch. Harry looked up at everyone in the stands. He could hear the cheering coming from the stands, and he smiled. The rush of adrenaline, surging through his body at the thought of Quiddich; it just made him happy.
He walked to the centre of the pitch and leaned to Ginny. "Err, Gin, who's their captain?" He asked. After Flint had graduated, Harry didn't know who it was.
"Take a wild guess." Ron said.
The Slytherin team was walking out from the other end of the pitch.
They were being led by Malfoy.
Harry smiled as he shook Malfoy's hand. "I wish you luck, Malfoy. You're certainly going to need it."
Malfoy smirked. "With this bunch? Two weasels and who knows how many mudbloods?"
Harry's smile flickered, but one thought brought it back. "At least it's not full of Death Eaters."
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and though that would normally have been the start of the match, it wasn't, because Malfoy had leapt at Harry, knocking him to the ground.
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Thank you to the measly number of people that have reviewed!
No, I'm just kidding. Though, I would like to point out that I went away for almost three days, and I came back, and there was not one single review! Three stories I have going, and no one reviewed! My feelings were so darn hurt!
Please make it up to me with reviews,
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Indigal: I'm not sure what you didn't understand. The fact that I said I had writers block and proceeded to write three more chapters? That was the best reason I could think of.
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"Please, Ms. Chang. I cannot allow you to sit here and take up such space! This is an infirmary, not a zoo!"
"I'm not staring, I'm keeping him company!"
"Company doesn't work when he's unconscious! He can't hear you."
Harry didn't open his eyes. Who was having this conversation? Then it hit him. Ms. Chang. Cho. They were talking about him.
"I can so hear her." He opened his eyes.
"Harry!" Cho spun around. "You're awake!"
Madam Pomfrey walked away, muttering.
Cho hugged him. "Oh Harry, I was so worried."
He sat up. Everything was blurry, and trying to focus was giving him a headache. He reached to the table beside him, looking for his glasses. He found them, and put them on. Cho came into focus, and he smiled.
"What are you doing here? What am I doing here? I was in the courtyard."
Cho frowned. "Harry, that was almost two weeks ago. You didn't go back to your common room, so Ron and Hermione went looking for you. They found you face down in the courtyard."
Harry frowned as well. "I don't understand."
Cho shook her head. "Neither do I. Dumbledore asked if anyone had seen anything, but everyone had been at dinner. Peeves said he saw someone walking towards the courtyard during dinner, but he didn't stop to see who it was, as he was too busy setting booby traps for students. He said it looked like a student. They were wearing black robes."
She started to cry. Harry hugged her. "It's okay, Cho. I'm fine, don't worry."
Cho smiled and wiped her eyes.
Madam Pomfrey came back over. "Now that you've talked, I need to give Harry some medicine, or he'll never get out of bed!"
Cho moved back and sat on the next bed, smiling.
Madam Pomfrey shoved a spoonful of medicine down Harry's throat. It felt like ice, and tasted like carrots. She then gave him a glass of water. "Drink the whole thing. Right now."
He nodded and chugged the glass. The freezing sensation spread to the tips of his fingers, and he shivered. After a moment, it shrunk back, and he felt perfectly normal.
"There you are, Mr. Potter. You are free to go at any time." She bustled off towards other students.
Harry stood up. "What day is it?" He asked Cho.
"October 8th." She said.
Harry almost jumped. "What? We have a Quiddich game tomorrow! We have to practice! It's against Slytherin!"
Cho put her hands on his shoulders. "They're practicing right now. That's why Ron and Hermione aren't here. Ron is out practicing, and Hermione is watching. Madam Pomfrey insisted that they get some fresh air."
Harry sighed. "Am I allowed to go out and practice with them, or do I still have to rest?" He asked Madam Pomfrey.
She looked up. "I don't care, but you should probably spend some time with Ms. Chang. She has been waiting for you for a rather long time." She chuckled.
Harry grinned. "Fine, if I have to."
Cho laughed. "Let's go out and watch them play Quiddich. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you play."
They walked out to the pitch and sat down in the stands beside Hermione. "Hey Herm." Harry said.
She spun around to them. "Harry, you're awake!" She gave him a hug. "We were so worried!"
Harry smiled. He turned to Cho. "Please?"
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Go!"
He kissed her. "Thanks. I'll come back, don't worry." She smiled. "Accio Firebolt!" He said, and kicked off of the stands.
Just as he flew, he heard Hermione say, "Show off."
He couldn't help but smile.
"Harry!" The team had noticed he was back. "Great to see you!"
Harry grinned. "I'm sorry about that. How's the training going?"
Ginny flew up to him. "Well, not so great. We don't actually have a plan. This is why we wanted you as captain. Between me and Ron, we don't really know what to do. We've been improvising, and it's worked in practices."
Harry nodded. "I think I've got a plan."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"
Harry grinned. "I'm going to catch the snitch."
After practice, Harry dropped off his broom in the broom shed and went to look for Cho. He could see her, just standing up from her seat in the stands. He sighed.
"Cho!" He called. "Are you going to make me walk up all those stairs to get you?"
She looked down at him and waved. "Yes!" She called back.
Harry grinned. "Not likely!" He turned into a phoenix and flew up to her.
After changing back, he smirked. "I didn't have to walk!"
Cho frowned. "Show off."
Harry shook his head. "Everyone seems to think that."
They walked down the stairs and towards the Great Hall. "So Cho, how long are you going to stay with us?" Harry asked.
Cho looked down. "I'm going home through Floo after your game tomorrow, probably. I have to work on Monday."
Harry looked at her. "Isn't today Friday?"
Cho nodded. "So why can't you go home on Sunday, instead of tomorrow night? If we win, I'm sure Gryffindor will let you celebrate with us!"
Cho smiled. "Maybe, Harry, maybe."
Just then, Harry realized something.
Sirius. He hadn't gone to see him since that first day! He'd said he would go the next day, but he forgot, and he was going to go the night after Quiddich. . . but it was two weeks later. Would Sirius still be there?
He and Cho walked slowly to the Great Hall in silence. When they got there, Cho squeezed his hand. "It was so amazing being back at school, especially being on the Quiddich pitch. But I haven't been to the Great Hall yet. It feels so strange."
Harry smiled. "That's because you're getting old."
He jumped forward before she could hit him.
"Harry," Cho said quietly, "who did that to you?"
"What do you mean?"
Cho looked at him. "Harry, you've been unconscious for two weeks! Your friends found you, they thought you were dead! Mrs. Weasley came to see you, and I came, and no one knew what had happened to you, or who had made it happen! Doesn't any of this mean anything to you?" She was almost in tears.
Harry hugged her. "Cho, I've had more life threatening experiences than anyone else I have ever met or heard of. Being unconscious for two weeks isn't even the worst."
Cho frowned. "I can't handle this, Harry. I can't live like this. This isn't the first time I've gone for weeks, thinking you were dead."
"But I came back to you both times." Harry said.
Cho shook her head. "How do I know you will next time? And even if you do, I'm still going to have agonizing weeks where I think you may be lost to me forever. I can't spend my life fearing for yours. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll talk to you some time. But for your sake, and mine, I hope not."
She kissed him on the cheek, and Harry felt a tear stick to his face.
"Cho, please. . ." But she had turned around and walked up the first flight of stairs. Harry stood there a moment, taking in everything that had just happened. He knew that Cho was going to Dumbledore's office so she could Floo home. Harry ran up the stairs to follow her. He just turned the corner in time to hear her say the password to Dumbledore's office, "Pepper Imps."
The door closed just before Harry could get in, so he said the password again, and ran up the stairs.
"Cho, wait!" He said, reaching the top of the stairs. He opened the door just in time to see her throw the Floo powder into the fireplace.
"Goodbye, Harry." She said.
"Cho!" Harry yelled as she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared with a flash.
Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him. "Harry?" Sirius poked his head out of the door to Dumbledore's rooms. "Well, it's wonderful to finally see you again. Who was in here?"
Harry sat down on the floor. He didn't say anything. Fawkes came down to him and rested his head on Harry's knee.
"Harry?" Sirius asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
But Harry didn't hear him. He was staring at the fire. The cold, black ashes, that just a moment ago had been lit with the brilliant flame of Harry's last image of Cho. He knew that she wouldn't be at Grimmauld Place when he got home.
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Harry sat on the floor, staring at the fireplace for what seemed like hours. Sirius disappeared into Dumbledore's room and emerged a moment later with food.
Harry ate it slowly, not looking at it.
"I thought you were going to go home." He said.
Sirius shook his head, though Harry could not see it. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to do it. you promised to keep my secret, and Moony promised to keep my secret, and Dumbledore promised to keep my secret, and I couldn't leave. Moony said that there were orphans living at my house. I couldn't go back there, to all those people who didn't know me, people who think I'm a murderer, people who think I'm dead. I couldn't."
Harry nodded. "I know exactly what you mean."
Neither of them spoke for a very long time.
"Harry," Sirius said finally, "Maybe you should go back to your dormitory, it's late, and you need sleep."
"I've been sleeping for the past two weeks. I'm fine." Harry said quietly. He, a seventeen year old boy, was scaring Sirius, a man who had faced fear itself, and lived with it for twelve years. He hadn't torn his eyes from the fireplace, and he had barely blinked.
"Harry," Sirius said, walking over to him, and dragging him to his feet. "You are going to go to bed. If you don't want to go back to your dormitory, maybe Dumbledore will let you stay here, but I don't know."
"He may stay here." Harry looked up at Dumbledore, but quickly went back to looking at the fireplace. "But Sirius is correct, you should sleep. You can send Cho an owl in the morning." He disappeared into his rooms.
Sirius sat down beside Harry. "Are you okay?" Harry closed his eyes.
He sighed. With out opening his eyes, Harry stood up. He opened his eyes, and was facing the door. "I'm going to go back to my dorm. I have to get up early for Quiddich."
Sirius nodded. "Good night, Harry."
Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower alone. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. He never thought something like that would happen. He never thought he would act that way about it. he thought he would be with Cho forever, that they'd been through so much together, that they would be happy. And he never thought that he would break up with a girl like that. He never thought he would spend such a long time just thinking about it.
He shook the thoughts out of his head. He noticed that he was in front of the Fat Lady.
"Come on, then. What's the password?"
Harry sighed. "Hydra."
The Fat Lady sighed. "Go on in."
Harry stepped into the common room.
"Harry, where were you?" Ron asked. "You didn't turn up at dinner."
Harry nodded. "You're right, I didn't. Good night." He didn't even look at them, he just walked up the stairs to his dorm. Hermione poked Ron and raised her eyebrows. He nodded, and followed Harry up the stairs.
Harry collapsed face down on his bed.
"Harry? What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked.
Harry sighed into his pillow. "I'm still not sure. I think Cho broke up with me."
Ron nodded slowly. "Right. Well, I'm sure it will work out. . ."
Harry looked up. "Don't bother, Ron. You really suck at this, so just give it up. I'll be fine."
Ron nodded. "Good night, mate." He left.
When Harry knew he was alone, he let it go. He felt tears fall down his face, silently. He hadn't felt this way before. He'd felt unloved before, for most of his childhood, in fact. But he'd never had someone just stop. No one had ever been his friend one day, and wanted nothing to do with him the next. Not when he still loved them.
"Harry." He heard his name, and someone was shaking him. "Come on, Harry. You haven't eaten anything in a really long time. You need to get something in your stomach before the match."
Harry's eyes shot open. He sat up. "I'm awake, I'm awake."
Ron laughed. "I knew Quiddich would get you."
Harry nodded. "I'll come down to the Great Hall. I've got to do something first."
Ron made a very confused face, but left.
A few minutes later, Harry walked to Dumbledore's office. He went up the stairs and knocked on the door. "Come in." Came Dumbledore's voice.
Harry opened the door. "Good morning, Professor. Can I speak to Sirius?"
Dumbledore nodded. Harry walked into his room. "Sirius?" He said.
"Morning Harry." Came Sirius' voice. "Don't you have a Quiddich match today?"
Harry smiled. "I wanted to make sure you weren't coming."
Sirius sat up. "Pardon me?"
"I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to come as Snuffles and have Malfoy notice you."
Sirius sighed. "Don't worry, I'm going to watch from the window."
Harry smiled. "Thanks, Sirius. I'll try and come over here after. I don't know how much of a celebration there will be, after a game with new players and no game plan."
"No game plan? How is that going to work?"
Harry smiled weakly. "I'm going to catch the snitch."
"Good luck with that."
Harry walked down to the Great Hall. He found the rest of his team there. "Morning, guys." He looked at everyone. They all looked nervous, and no one was eating.
"Eat. All of you, you need something to eat. You don't want to pass out during the match."
A few people nodded, and they all ate. Harry himself, even though he didn't think he could stomach anything, but he knew that he needed to eat.
Fifteen minutes later, they went down to the pitch. After everyone had changed into their Quiddich robes, Harry started talking. "I haven't seen any of you practice, but I still know you're good. I know that we don't really have a plan, so I just want to stress team work. Keep your eyes and ears open, and score. We can beat Slytherin. We are the better team. Now let's go show Slytherin what we're made of."
They all stood up and grabbed their brooms.
"Let's do this." Ron said, and that walked onto the pitch. Harry looked up at everyone in the stands. He could hear the cheering coming from the stands, and he smiled. The rush of adrenaline, surging through his body at the thought of Quiddich; it just made him happy.
He walked to the centre of the pitch and leaned to Ginny. "Err, Gin, who's their captain?" He asked. After Flint had graduated, Harry didn't know who it was.
"Take a wild guess." Ron said.
The Slytherin team was walking out from the other end of the pitch.
They were being led by Malfoy.
Harry smiled as he shook Malfoy's hand. "I wish you luck, Malfoy. You're certainly going to need it."
Malfoy smirked. "With this bunch? Two weasels and who knows how many mudbloods?"
Harry's smile flickered, but one thought brought it back. "At least it's not full of Death Eaters."
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and though that would normally have been the start of the match, it wasn't, because Malfoy had leapt at Harry, knocking him to the ground.
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Thank you to the measly number of people that have reviewed!
No, I'm just kidding. Though, I would like to point out that I went away for almost three days, and I came back, and there was not one single review! Three stories I have going, and no one reviewed! My feelings were so darn hurt!
Please make it up to me with reviews,
-unolimbo