A/N: Sorry it has been a while since I updated, but you know since HBP came out...I've been abit preoccupied. After I finished the book, I just started to become really busy. I know alot of people are going to stay away from the fanfics for now, so I want to thank those that took the timeto read this fan fic. The HBP won't and hasn't change my storyline. It has been pre-plotted out before the book came out. So, remember, it's not the HBP. lol.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 24

For the rest of the weekend, Harry stayed in bed in the boys's dormitory. Hermione did his homework so he wouldn't fall behind in his classes.

Sunday night, Harry finally came down to the staircase to the common room where Hermione and Ron were doing homework. He sat between the two and told them what he and Dumbledore talked about.

"So, you don't know anything," Hermione asked after Harry finished talking.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry. I know that's not what you want to hear. But, I really don't know anything. I wish I did though."

"Then, how do you know he's ready," Ron asked. He couldn't believe Harry. All last year, he could read his emotions or saw things. Reading emotions such as anger, hate, happiness, or fear are emotions that one can easily feel. But how does Harry know he's ready? What emotion did he feel? What did he see?

"I just know," Harry said, now sounding doubtful.

There are no other sources they can rely on. This is the only way they will know unannounced plans.He will have to take Harry's word for it. He will have to trust Harry. But then again, last year, they trusted Harry's "vision" and that led them into danger. Maybe this time is different.

"Well, I guess it's better to be on alert," Hermione said.

Harry has told them Dumbledore has notified the Ministry about his suspicions and the Order is working over time on working faster and finding a lead on what Voldermort is planning. There is not much the three of them can do with no more information.

Every morning, Hermione would read the newspaper for any development on the lead, but there was nothing. Ron woke up every morning, waiting to hear some bad news, but it never came. The only thing that helped Ron get his mind off the inevitable attack is the Quidditch game on Saturday. He held practice everyday to help get his and Harry's mind off of Voldermort for a minute.

Early Saturday morning, both Ron and Harry went to the Great Hall. But when they got there, they found out they weren't the only ones up. At the Ravenclaw table, Cho Chang was sitting there with Micheal Corner. There were two third years sitting there not too far from the couple. But they looked scared out of their wits. They must be the two new chasers.

Ron and Harry sat at the Gryffindor table. Ron knew Harry saw Cho, but couldn't read his emotion. He didn't ask Harry either. Now is not the time to talk about these things. They had a game! They can't talk about girls and feelings. They need to get focus.

"I feel like I should have gotten the whole team together this morning," Ron said after drinking a glass of milk with one gulp. "We could have gone over that new play."

"We went over it twenty-five times, Ron," Harry groaned. "I think they have it."

Ron wasn't sure if they did. It was a complicated play Ron saw Chudly Cannon do a million times. The two Chasers weave in and out behind the two Beaters that are doing their own flying pattern. When not done properly, a collision could happen. The team found out the hard way when they had to send one of the chasers to the Hospital wing for the day.

As soon as Ron and Harry finished their breakfast, the rest of Gryffindor team came.

As soon as Harry saw Ginny, he was suddenly keen with his oatmeal. Harry didn't look up at Ginny and Ginny didn't look at Harry.

"What time did you get up?" Ginny asked Ron.

"Before you did," Ron said. "You should have gotten up earlier so we could practice before the game."

"Are you mad!" Ginny hollered. "When I thought you were going to be captain, I thought it was going to be fun. But it has been nothing but hardcore practicing. Don't you think you're taking it a bit serious?"

"Serious," Ron asked, highly offended. "We're trying to win the cup again! We need to get serious from game one!"

Ron got up from the table and was about to walk out of the Great Hall to get ready for the game. Ginny tried talking to Harry, but he didn't even look at her. Harry got up from the table quickly and followed Ron out. Ron thought she saw Ginny, upset, but that was probably because he yelled at her. Ron didn't care, though. It was their first game of the season, and his first as a captain.

The Slytherins are sure hoping Ron fails. However, Ron did noticed some of his favorite Slytherins have been quiet this week. He was sure if he was going to get any teasing, it would be from Malfoy and his gang. But, they were lying low.Ron hasn't heard a peep from them all week, quite unusual. Ron even tried to get a rise out of Malfoy but Pansy dragged him away before he said anything. Ron never put another thought on it. He was too busy worrying about Quidditch, school, Harry, Hermione, and another attack.

They arrived at the changing room and quickly changed into their Quidditch robes.

"Nervous, Harry?" Ron asked weakly.

"No," Harry said plainly. "Why are you?"

"No," Ron laughed nervously. "I've done this before."

Ron and the other keeper for Ravenclaw flew out to their respectable post and watched from above.The remaining twelve players walked out to the pitch in the center. Madam Hooch came on her broom, carrying the box with the balls for Quidditch. She landed smoothly and placed the box down. She kicked open the box and the bludgers were struggling to get free.

"Alright you lot, you know how this is done," she said.

She released the bludgers, then the snitch. She took the quaffle in her hand. Madam Hooch throws the quaffle in the air, and all twelve players shoot up in the air. The game has just started.

The Slytherins in their section were again chanting horrible things. But this time, Ron ignored them. After winning the cup last year, he had all the confidence he needed. He sat alert, while Susan Adams flew to the other side of the pitch. She passed the quaffle to Ginny, who scored the first point. The stadium went into a loud uproar. As soon as the noise died down, Gryffindor scored again. The action was taking place on the other side. Ron sat on his CleanSweeper and flew around the three rings, waiting for action. He never noticed how many people are actually here. He quickly scanned the Gryffindor section and saw Hermione sitting with Seamus and Dean, front and center.

"Ron," Ginny shouted.

Ron turned around to see two Ravenclaw players flying right at him. One of them threw the quaffle, but it went over the rings. Ron turned around just in time to see it caught by the other player and tossed back. It was like a game of Monkey in the middle. When the quaffle came back on the other side, it was too late. The quaffle went in the farthest ring. Ron wasn't quick enough to stop it from going in. He had it on his fingertips.

The Ravenclaw side cheered in celebration, while Gryffindor groaned in disappointment.

"The score's now 40-10, Gryffindor," said Euan Abercrombie, the Gryffindor Quiddtich announcer. .

Ron was upset and a bit fluster by the play. So, when the quaffle came his way again, he let that in again. Ron was determined not to disappoint the team. Above, Ron saw Harry still seeking the snitch. Cho was right next to him. It looked like she was trying to talk to him, but he refused to look at her. He even flew away from her when she started shouting at him.

Gryffindor scored again, and the quaffle started this way. This time, Ron tuned out everything. There was no crowd, no cheering, no Hermione watching. It was just him and the chasers. He has done this enough time, one would think it has become natural. He saw only the quaffle this time. It was as if the quaffle was moving on its own. When it was close, it went to the right, but faked a left, then came flying in to his right side. Ron flew with one hand out and was able to catch the quaffle before it went in. The Gryffindor broke into a chorus of "Weasley is our King." This was enough to bring Ron back. He was able to save eight more times.

After what seems like forever, the score was 130-120, Gryffindor. Ron was knocked down a couple of times that allowed Ravenclaw to score more points.

"It looks like they found the snitch," Euan exclaimed loudly.

Ron looked up in time to see Cho and Harry neck to neck trying to reach the snitch first. However, the game continued on the pitch. Ron was able to make one more spectacular save just in time for Harry to grab the snitch before Cho.

"Gryffindor wins! Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins," Euan said over the speakers.

Ron landed and ran over to join the rest of the team. For the first time in a long time, he saw Harry smiling. He was actually happy. There might be someone out there, waiting to kill Harry or all of them, but for now, that's not on his mind.

Ron took in everything, the feeling, the victory, the scene, and the moment. For a brief second, Ron forgot about Harry's cryptic message. Everything seems to go back to normal. Everything seems like it's going to be okay.

Hermione came running on the field with the rest of the Gryffindors. She quickly greeted Ron and Harry then went to celebrate with Ginny. Ron and Harry were celebrating, but then Harry looked over at Ginny, and he became still again.

"What's up," Ron asked, when he sense the change of mood in Harry.

"Nothing," Harry said. "I'm just glad we won."

They all walked into the castle, happy. This is exactly how they should end the week.