This chapter took me a long time to write. All day. haha. I almost cried when I wrote the end of this chapter. This chapter is dedicated to I'm Not the Weakest Link, because he has reviewed me the most, and is a faithful reader. HUG FOR YOU!

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I sat upright in bed, panting. I ripped back the curtains and grabbed my dressing gown and raced downstairs, pulling my gown on as I went. Lights flashed on, and I heard running footsteps from everywhere. The common room was filling with people again. I stopped short at the bottom of the steps and Alex ran into me, knocking us both off the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Ginny!" She exclaimed standing up, and pulling me up as well.

"What's going on?" I said, looking around. "Professor McGonagall told us to go to bed!"

"Excellent, are we carrying on?" Fred said brightly. I rolled my eyes.

"Everyone! Upstairs!" Percy called brushing past me, pinning his Head Boy's badge on as he spoke.

"Percy - Sirius Black!" said Ron, his face pale. He was breathing deep breaths. "In our dormitory! With a knife! Woke me up!"

Everyone shut up and stared at Ron.

Percy looked at Ron, and then shook his head and blinked as if clearing his head. "Nonsense, of course not! All the food you ate - you had a nightmare!"

Ron stared at him unbelievingly. "NO! I told you -"

The portrait slammed. "That's enough!" Professor McGonagall was back. Her hair was no longer in the strict bun she always wore it in. It was down and pieces were flying in different directions. "I am quite delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is too much! I expected better of you, Percy!"

"I certainly didn't warrant this!" Percy said, looking astonished that Professor McGonagall would even think such a thing. "Ron had a nightmare -"

"I didn't have a nightmare!" Ron said unsettled. "I WOKE UP AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME WITH A FOOT-LONG KNIFE!"

A heavy silence fell over the common room.

McGonagall raised one eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous. How in Merlin's name would he possibly have gotten in through the Portrait Hole?"

"Ask him!" Ron said, pointing at the back of the portrait, spitting the word 'him'. "Ask him if he saw anyone! Ask him if he let anyone!"

Professor McGonagall sighed, but went out the portrait anyway. The entire common room was a still as a graveyard.

"Sir Cadogan, did you let anyone enter the Tower?"

"Of course, my dear lady!" Cried Sir Cadogan.

"What? But-but the password!" Professor McGonagall's voice was shaking.

"My dear lady," Sir Cadogan said offended. "He had the entire week's passwords! He read them off a piece of paper!"

Professor McGonagall climbed unsteadily back through the portrait. "Which person. - which stupid and useless person - wrote down the week's passwords, and then left them lying around?"

I looked around, and I heard a small squeak on my side. Neville Longbottom, who was shaking from head to toe, raised his hand.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Dear Diary,
Neville received a Howler from his Grandmother the two days later at breakfast. We were sitting there, when all of a sudden a howler dropped in his cornflakes. Ron told him to run, and when he did it burst in the hall outside. All the Slytherins laughed at him. Professor McGonagall had also forbidden anyone to give the password, so he has to wait outside everytime with the security trolls. They're guarding the Fat Lady. He also has a detention, and is banned from every future Hogsmeade visit. He and Harry can keep each other company. Harry doesn't have the form signed.
Ginny

Easter holidays were anything but fun. I had so much homework that my social life suffered. I completely isolated myself in a corner with my books. Hermione had it worse. She didn't talk to anyone and only left the common room for meals. She only had two meals a day as well. Her eyes were bloodshot, and the bags were huge. Occasionally, when I felt I needed a break, I went to the kitchens and brought her something from them. Sippy and Matty were most helpful. They always got me what I needed, and recommended foods for Hermione's eyes. Neville also seemed close to a nervous collapse. Every single person in Gryffindor had shadows under their eyes, either from staying up late with homework, or extra long quidditch practices. Oliver spent a lot of time sitting at a table and drawing quidditch strategies. Even though I wasn't on the team I already knew what Harry's instructions were. Oliver constantly reminded him. "Only catch the Snitch if we're fifty points up!" He preached. Harry finally lost it one night. I know I would if something like that was told to me every time I saw that person.

The Gryffindor team walked onto the pitch to a roar from the crowd. I was wearing a red rosette - like everyone else, except the Slytherins - and a red scarf. I had let my red hair down for the occasion. I sat behind Lee Jordan again, and in front of Seamus and Dean who were holding a sign with the message "LIONS FOR THE CUP!" on it.

Everyone stood up as Gryffindor walked onto the field. Caitlin and I screamed as loud as we could.

"Here are the GRYFFINDORS!" yelled Lee. "Wood, Johnson, Spinnet, Bell, Weasley, Weasley, and Potter! Acknowledged everywhere as the best team Hogwarts has seen in years! And here's the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. Is he going for size rather than skill this year?"

I agreed completely, Malfoy was easily the smallest on the team.

Wood and Flint shook hands, each looking daggers, and Flint trying to crush Wood's hand. They mounted their brooms and took off. Alicia took the Quaffle and headed down the field. Warrington from Slytherin took it from her and switched directions, only to be stopped by a bludger from George; the Quaffle was taken by Angelina who scored.

"TEN TO ZERO! Gryffindor in favor!" Yelled Lee.

A moment later Angelina nearly was thrown from her broom when Flint smashed into her. His excuse? "I didn't see her." Fred repaid that by flinging his beater's club at Flint's head.

"Enough!" Screamed Madam Hooch, flying up between them. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for deliberate attack on their chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for unprovoked damage to their Chaser!"

I watched avidly as Alicia took the shot. YES! She beat the keeper! Twenty-zero to Gryffindor! Flint flew forward, his nose bleeding, and took the shot. BUT NO! WOOD SAVED IT! We stood up in the Gryffindor stands and cheered.

"Gryffindor in possession - no Slytherin - no Gryffindor in possession, and Katie Bell is going up the field with the Quaffle - wait NO! THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

A Slytherin Chaser, Montague, grabbed Katie's head! Katie dropped the Quaffle, but managed to stay on her broom. Katie took a penalty for that and scored. Gryffindor 30- Slytherin 0.

"TAKE THAT YOU FILTY CHEATING SCUM!" Jordan yelled.

"Jordan! If you can't commentate in an unbiased way..."

"What d'you mean, unbiased? I'm telling it like it's played!"

Harry sped towards the Slytherin end, Malfoy following him. A bludger whistled by Harry'd head, barely missing him. I drew in a frightened breath as the two Slytherin beaters came at him from two different directions. They raised their clubs, when Harry zoomed upward, and the beaters smashed into each other. I sighed.

Lee laughed! "Ha haa HA!" he yelled. "Sorry guys, you'll have to work faster next time you want to go against a Firebolt! So we have Gryffindor in possession, as Angelina takes the Quaffle, Flint alongside her - poke the filthy cheat in the eye, Angelina! JOKE, Professor, joke! Oh no! Flint in possession, flying towards the goals, no ones blocking him! Wood! SAVE!"

But Oliver didn't, and Flint scored. The Slytherins all cheered, and everyone booed, and Lee swore so much, that I kicked him in the foot, and McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away, but was unsuccessful.

"So sorry! Won't happen again! Gryffindor in possession again..."

"This is the dirtiest game I have ever seen played!" I told Caitlin, who was sitting next to me on the edge of her seat, and was so into the game she completely ignored me.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT, BOLE!" screamed Caitlin, after Bole, a beater from Slytherin, hit Alicia with a club, and tried to say he thought she was a bludger. "HIT HIM AGAIN!" She yelled. George had just elbowed Bole in the face. "Did you say something?" she asked.

"Yes, I said, "this is the dirtiest game I've ever played!" I said again.

"Oh, no, this isn't dirty at all!"

Both teams received penalties, and Wood saved, so the score was,

"FORTY-TEN TO GRYFFINDOR!"

I watched as Katie scored, and Fred and George attempted to cover her from any possible damage. Both Bludgers hit Wood in the stomach, completely winding him.

Madam Hooch was so mad her hair was flying everywhere. "NEVER ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS IN THE SCORING RANGE! YOU KNOW THAT!" She screamed. "Penalty to Gryffindor!"

Angelina scored once again, and when Fred knocked the Quaffle out of Warrington's hands, Alicia grabbed it and scored.

"SEVENTY-TEN TO GRYFFINDOR!" shouted Lee, beside himself. I screamed even louder, and clutched my face. "LOOK AT THAT!"

I looked. Harry had seen the Snitch and was racing upwards, but Malfoy was hanging onto the end of his broom! "YOU FOUL LITTLE BEAST!" I screamed, standing up. Everyone was on their feet.

"Penalty! Gryffindor penalty! I have never in my life seen such tactics! Madam Hooch shrieked.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM! YOU FILTHY LITTLE -" Lee danced out of Professor McGonagall's reach, howling insults and swear words into the megaphone. But Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to reproach him. She was too busy yelling at Malfoy herself.

Alicia took the penalty, but she was so ticked she was closer to the goalpost next to the one she had aimed for. Slytherin was breaking Gryffindor's concentration.

"Slytherin in possession, Montague scores..."

Harry and Malfoy were so close that they were hitting each other. Malfoy was almost as good a seeker as Harry - which I hated to admit - but Harry had the superb broom. Malfoy was turning red in the face, as he tried to turn, but couldn't.

"Angelina with the Quaffle, COME ON, ANGELINA! Oh no! ALL THE SLYTHERINS ARE AFTER ANGELINA, SOMEONE HELP HER! Oh Harry! Harry Potter on his Firebolt is flying toward the SLYTHERINS! LOOK! THEY SCATTER! Excellent Harry! Good show!"

Harry dived, but Malfoy was so far ahead!

"OH NO!!!" I screamed. Tears were running down my cheeks.

There was a second where it looked like Harry wouldn't' succeed, but then, he flew faster, and caught the Snitch!

"YES! WE'VE WON THE CUP!" Yelled Lee.

The Gryffindor team flew to the ground. Harry was engulfed in arms. I screamed and raced down to the Pitch. I watched, crying, as Wood flew down and hugged Harry, sobbing into his shoulder.

"We've won the Cup!" screamed Angelina, Alicia, and Katie all hugging him and kissing him at the same time. The entire Gryffindor team collapsed into one big hug and sank onto the ground. Everyone was cheering, and some crying. The team stood, and I forgot everything and threw myself at Harry, giving him a big hug, and crying at the same time. It only lasted a second before everyone else jumped on Harry. I gave Fred and George a big hug and a kiss each.

Harry was hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd, along with the rest of the team. I saw Hagrid covered with crimson rosettes, Percy jumping up and down and screaming, and Professor McGonagall crying into a red and gold flag. I grabbed Percy and hugged him, we forgot the entire fight and became friends again. And as Dumbledore handed Wood the cup, and then as sobbing Wood handed Harry the cup, I felt like life couldn't get any better. I just leaned back against Percy and sighed. I forgot about Harry and thought only about the Cup. I think I'm finally getting over him.

i almost cried at the end, but since I'm the author... i didn't. it just didn't grip me enough.