Potter47Chapter Two
An Unforgivable Curse
Harry Potter was not a happy young man. The Red Sox — yes, the Boston Red Sox — had a fair shot at being champs again. The Dursley's surely would be excited. And Harry just had to be a Quidditch player.
The Fitchburg Finches, a Massachusetts Quidditch team, had just played Harry's team, the Cannons. Ron was ecstatic, of course, when Harry had become a member of his favourite team. Obviously, even though he always thought the Cannons were a great team, he, like everyone else, knew there chances increased greatly when Harry joined.
The Cannons won the game. Well, Harry won the game. The team was losing horribly before he caught the Snitch.
The team captain was a Muggle-born wizard. And even though he was English, and magical, he still followed American Muggle Sports, or AMS as wizards like to call them.
The Boston Red Sox, and their rivals, the New York Yankees, were deep into a series, game seven to be exact, to find out who would move onto the World Series.
Ginny, Ron, and Luna had made the journey over to see Harry play. Hermione was busy teaching at Hogwarts, and could not possibly leave to see a game.
Of course, she probably would have left if a certain other professor even cared about any other Quidditch team than Sl—
I digress.
Well, the captain of the Cannons had graciously bought the team, and their families, tickets to see the two closest baseball teams play each other.
Ginny and Ron were eager to go. Luna didn't really seem to care, she was staring at the back of Ron's head as Harry told them. It was almost as if she fancied him. Then again, they had been mar—
Again, I digress. But of course they hadn't been mar, for 'mar' wouldn't be the proper tense of the word in this particular situation, so you can safely assume that they were at least 'marred' or perhaps a letter more.
Ginny seemed to notice something about the situation that the other two did not and was almost chuckling.
"What?" Ron asked, turning round in such a way that Luna was right in front of his face He jumped back automatically, not wanting to trip over her for the seventh time this trip. "What's so funny?"
"Ask Harry. He must think all this is rather familiar." She smiled.
Ron looked at his best mate quizzically. "Well?" he asked.
"Tell you later," said Harry.
Harry was not still very happy once the game was underway. The Red Sox were winning. They still had their best pitcher, Pedro Martinez, on the mound, and he was still going strong.
"LET'S—GO—RED—SOX!" chanted Ron and Luna, much to Harry's irritation.
"Of course, Ron would like the Red Sox," Ginny whispered to Harry. "After all, they have worse luck than the Cannons."
Harry smiled.
New York was starting to hit the ball more. But the coach was going out to change pitchers.
Damn it, thought Harry futilely. He reached into his pocket for his ticket, for no reason at all, except perhaps to rip it up and storm off sulkily as the Red Sox changed pitchers.
His hand, however, came into contact with his wand, giving him an idea. A crazy idea, perhaps. An insane idea, you could argue. But an idea, none the less.
What if I...
No, I couldn't, that would be illegal. And cheating.
But no one would know...
If the Yankees couldn't score soon, they would likely lose. And Harry did not want the Red Sox to win.
Why shouldn't I do it?
"Imperio!" Harry aimed at the Red Sox' coach, walking out toward to pitcher's mound.
Keep him in. Keep him in. Keep him in.
"What are you doing Harry?" asked Ginny, incredulous, moving to take Harry's wand.
"Winning," Harry said simply, and for some reason Ginny didn't stop him. A lot of people wished she had, even though they didn't know anything of the situation at all. If she had restrained him, perhaps Boston wouldn't have been quite so miserable...
The coach left Martinez in. He gave up the runs, the Red Sox eventually lost in the eleventh on an Aaron Boone home run. Harry was lucky enough — or so Ron and Luna believed — to have caught the home run ball. Ginny knew better.
Harry Potter went back to the hotel they were staying at with a smile on his face. Ginny didn't quite know what to make of it.