Shitza: AAAH! Sorry for the extremely late update, but it takes soooooooooo long time for ideas to pop up! I had to do some serious time jump, but here it is, chapter 38 and more Quidditch. Hey, people! Tell me if I forget to write about more quidditch, which is so careless of me!

Chapter 38 Two Down, One to Go

Ron sat waiting for Neville to tell them that Cassie would be all right. After all, that bloody mirror had drained about half of the honourable power behind the Ravenclaw's that even Neville wondered if she would survive. Things had gotten really bad for the last weeks.

He looked over at Hermione, who was sleeping silently by Draco's shoulder. It was in the Middle of the night, and they sat outside the Hufflepuff Chamber. Harry was pacing back and forwards waiting. Just then, Neville returned.

Everyone stopped in their moves, except for Hermione who was still asleep. Neville looked tired, but then he smiled.

"She is fine, she just needs some rest that's all."

Ron took a deep breath of relief and felt tears of joy trickle down his cheeks. Harry laughed of relief as well. Draco shook Hermione awake. The confused girl looked sleepily around.

"What have I missed?" she asked.

"Nothing Hermione!" Ron said giving her a hug. "Nothing!"

And so weeks passed, in to January and then February. Until one day it was decided to start upon the Quidditch season again! As the Quidditch season started Neville actually sat counting upon the matches so far. Gryffindor was in the lead with 250 points, closely followed by Ravenclaw on 200. Slytherin had 130 points in two matches and Hufflepuff had 70. Neville frowned by the sight of his Hufflepuffs doing so bad this year, but still there was a slight chance since they had only done one match. Come to think of it, Gryffindor was playing Hufflepuff, which made him consider asking Harry to not catch the snitch. Even if he was still in Gryffindor, his heart had started to beat towards the Hufflepuffs. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn't switched house like Cassie?

"Neville, hurry, the match is about to start!" Hermione said from the doorway. Neville looked up, to see the girl dressed in the usual Gryffindor costume showing she was still supporting them. It was only in times that Slytherin played she could change into green, to give her boyfriend support.

Neville nodded and went to pick up a black and yellow scarf he wore round the neck during these matches. Hermione disappeared from the doorway, having hurried to the pitch. Neville was about to follow her, when all of sudden a light caught his eyes. He turned to see a misty shape of a snake behind him.

"I knew this would happen!" he said sighing getting prepared for the pain it would cause.

Blaze was doing the comments for the match, very closely watched by McGonagall who didn't seem to trust her more then she trusted Snape in these matters. Blaze sometimes looked behind his back to find the Professor staring back at him, giving him cold shivers.

Hermione sat down with Ron. Draco sat with his fellow Slytherins actually wearing red like the others. To their surprise it seemed that some of the old grudge had died since there actually existed some red supporters by the Slytherins.

Though it all looked perfect she couldn't help wondering where Neville had gone off to? She supposed he sat with the Hufflepuffs, but she didn't see him.

Her attention was drawn back to the field, as the two teams walked out. They all looked like soldiers as they mounted and faced the opposite team. Hermione cheered, as the match was one.

"AND THEY ARE OFF!" Blaze shouted over the stands. "IT'S HUFFLEPUFF WITH THE BALL HEADING FOR THE GRYFFINDOR GOALS. THEY WILL… NO, STOPPED BY THE GRYFFINDOR HEIR IN A SMART MOVE. GREAT WORK RONALD, YOU BEAT THEM!"

"Blaze, quiet and concentrate on the game instead!" McGonagall said.

Blaze nodded as the blurs of yellow and red flew around dodging. As the minutes went Hufflepuff scored twice, making loud groans from the Gryffindors.

"Harry, you better catch the snitch soon if we're not going to loose this!" Ron said to him. Harry, who was closely followed by the Hufflepuff Seeker, scanned all directions. But it wasn't easy since one of the beaters had decided to make the whole thing hard for him.

But suddenly, taking everyone unprepared, Ginny passed to Jaqueline who managed to score Gryffindor's first goal. The stands went wild, but so went Blaze. It ended with McGonagall taking the microphone from him, but it didn't stop his shouting.

Harry felt a bolt of joy as the two Chasers gave each other a high-five before continuing. Yet Hufflepuff scored two more goals, also including damaging one of the Gryffindor Chasers so badly he was sent to the Hospital Wing. The match went on, but no team scored as an other incident happened in the castle.

Neville breathed harshly finally as that snake had left him taking half of his amount of Earth magic. He reconsidered calling for the others, but didn't know exactly if he should. After all, he had known this would happen to him since the morning.

He hadn't struggled as the snake had bitten him, absorbing his strength and blood. He was pale now, but he knew it was over for his part. He knew the Dark Lord wanted their powers, but as it was, fate didn't let him fight it. Sometimes he hated his seeing abilities, yet that came with him being heir. He didn't regret anything; after all it had to happen.

He stood up and walked over to the window, where he could see the pitch. He saw the shady blurs fly around like flies in the summer evenings. What he wished to be there, cheering everyone on!

One of the red blurs pulled of a dive, and in his head he could hear Blaze shouting out Gryffindor's win. He smiled before fainting of blood loss.

It was a rather cheerful team that walked back to the castle. The Gryffindors were all heading up to the Common Room to celebrate their win. The match had ended 160-40 to them. Jaqueline and Harry were the heroes of the day.

Through all this Hermione fought her way towards the small room she had fetched Neville from. She had been searching the whole field without finding him. Surely there were loads of students, but finding an heir didn't use to be so hard. As she opened the door she gasped at the sight. Neville lay pale on the ground, breathing harshly. The poor sorceress fell in tears as she hurried to conjure a stretcher to take him to the Hospital Wing. Then she knew she would have to tell the others.

So far two down, with Neville it was three. She wondered who would be next.

TBC

To Reviewers:

ron-and-dragon-lover: I do hope you liked this chapter as well, thank you for reading and don't worry. There is actually 0.00000000000000000000000001 chance I am quitting this. Yet the updates are going slow, but that's because my head is a bit blank on ideas.

BeautifulLady: I know what you mean by updating faster, I am so terrible sorry you had to wait for this. I am trying to update this fic as often as I can, but the exams are over me, I have work to catch up on at the moment plus ideas are somewhere else. I hope to update soon, but we'll see how the ideas pop up. Don't worry; I will, as close as never quit this fic unless something would happen. (Which is most unlikely)

End Notes:

Shitza: I am so sorry I seem to rush up things with all the attacks and so. So sorry, please forgive me! Next chapter will probably be about following…

Battle declaration

New problems

Fudge out of his mind

Or something likely. As I said, I haven't gotten so many ideas, but a point where I want this story to end. Hope everyone had a good Easter!

Shitza