A/N: Here it is guys, the final chapter. Does an epilogue count as a chapter? Anyway, I'm glad you've all been enjoying the story. It's been almost a year since I started writing the first chapter and looking back at each and single one, I've seen myself grow both as an author and as an appreciator of the written word. To each and every one of the reviewers, thanks for taking the time to read and to review and to let me know what you think. Your opinions have helped this author grow, so take some credit for yourselves. You'll be hearing more from me too, as I will be regularly updating my other story, the one with Oliver Wood in it. Love you all!

EPILOGUE

"And it's Liam McQuarrie with the Quaffle…zooming down the pitch to face Keeper Sanchez. He pitches…it's a goal! Score is now one hundred fifty to one hundred fifty. England and Mexico are now tied up in the Quidditch World Cup, and none of the Seekers seem to have spotted the Snitch yet," the announcer boomed out.

Harry was up above the action, watching for signs of the little golden ball. The Mexican team was proving to be a worthy opponent, and they were playing with all their strenghth. The Chasers and Keepers kept scoring equal points on each other, and the only way a winner was to be determined was if a team caught the Snitch first. His stomach was churning in his gut and he gripped his broom handle harder. The Mexican Seeker followed him up and down the pitch, a common Seeker tactic. Somehow he had to figure out how he could possibly spot the Snitch without being spotted by his opponent. He soared up to above the stadium, tucking himself neatly in a corner just in case the Snitch happened to zoom by.

"Alright Harry?" Robert yelled from the goalposts. He waved at him, and nodded. His grip on his broom was now turning his knuckles white; he HAD to make this catch.

"Seeker Potter of England has not seem to have spotted the Snitch! He is hailed as the savior of the team, usually making the deciding catch when the game is at its most climactic point. Where'd the Snitch go Potter?" the announcer asked. Sweat was now running like a waterfall down his back and his fingers were numb. He zoomed once around the field, and then descended to the levels of the Top Box, where Hermione, Ron, and Vittorio were sitting. He managed to pass by them, and when he did, Hermione smiled a little at him.

He smiled back, even managed a wave. But the look in Ron's eyes was what got his attention. His eyes got wider and he started flapping his arms like a crazed chicken while pointing to a spot over Harry's shoulder. Harry looked in that direction, and saw the Snitch floating lazily through the air just fifty feet away!

He turned his broom into a swift 180o turn and began zooming his way to the Snitch. He could feel the blood pumping in his ears, the sweat rapidly drying off his face as the wind whipped him…and his stomach churning when he saw Sanchez flying towards the Snitch from below.

It was a grand race for time. The Snitch was flying rapidly away from them, and it managed to turn a corner around a goalpost. He and Sanchez were now level with each other, both arms outstretched to grab the Snitch.

"Have a gander at this folks! Potter has finally spotted the Snitch! He and Sanchez are ABSOLUTELY level with each other, both extremely talented players. They have equally matched brooms…and their technique is superb. It all depends now on the circumstances folks, are you watching this?" the commentator squealed into his wand.

Harry and Sanchez were chasing the Snitch at top speed…both were level…and it did not show any signs of slowing down. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blew across the stadium and both Seekers found themselves flying against it. Their brooms slowed down considerably.

"Whew folks, that's one thing that will definitely hinder them. Just feel how that wind is DRAGGING them!" the commentator said.

Drag

A long ago Physics lesson clicked into Harry's mind. He flatted himself against his broom, kicked off against a goalpost and shot ahead of Sanchez. The wind was blowing the Snitch off course…

…and straight into Harry's hand.

The cold metal of the ball felt like manna from heaven. The crowds went wild, and he could hear his teammates howling in glee. The Spanish team flew back together, and he could see Sanchez hanging his head.

"And Potter makes ANOTHER of his spectacular saves, thus winning the World Cup for England. England goes wild! A good game from Mexico, showing admirable teamwork and strength. Let's hear it for the National Team of Mexico everybody!" the announcer yelled. A wild cheer rose up from the Mexican side of the stadium, as well as the English side. The winning team took a victory lap around the stadium, and when they had completed the turn, they shook hands with the Mexican team. They were all good sports about it; Sanchez even managed to give Harry a hug from his broom.

"Everyone'll be expecting us at the after party in a bit. C'mon, let's get cleaned up. I hear there's going to be a keg of free Firewhisky, courtesy of the Three Broomsticks," Robert said, hovering next to the team. They all nodded in agreement, so with a final wave to their opponents, they zoomed off.

Once they touched down, Harry said, "You guys go ahead and have fun. I've already promised someone I'd go hang with them after the game,"

The team hooted at Harry. "Someone Harry? Looks like the three weeks in Italy DID do you some good, eh?" Hugh grinned. "Better than you know Hugh. And I suppose I have the lot of you to thank," Harry smiled. They ribbed each other, but Harry waved off. "I've got to go; she's waiting," he said. He walked away with the whole team whooping behind him.

Once he got changed, he walked through a secret doorway used to make hassle-free exits out of the stadium and into the deserted parking lot. Hermione, Ron, and Vittorio were waiting for him. "Good game Harry," Hermione said, walking forward and giving him a kiss. He responded to it, and even lifted Hermione off the ground while holding her around the waist. "Thanks luv," he whispered. When he put Hermione down, he put on his sober face. "Thanks a lot for your help Ron. If it weren't for your manic reaction to seeing the Snitch over my shoulder, I would have never spotted it. Cheers!" Harry grinned.

"You sure I can't be a Seeker?" Ron grinned back. "You have as much chance of it as I have being a supermodel like you," Harry said. "Not a very good chance then. Signora Granger would give you hell about it," Vittorio hinted in his mysterious way. Hermione laughed at that. "Indeed I would," she said.

Harry bent his head and growled in her ear, "I have plans for you, Signora. And they don't involve Quidditch or anyone else. Shall we leave now?"

She blushed at the insinuation, but maintained a straight face. "Alright then. Ron, Vittorio, we have to leave now. I'll see you back at the Villa okay?" she told them before allowing Harry to open the car door for her.

Vittorio put his arm around Ron's waist and said in his sexy voice, "I'll be back late, if ever Signora. I'll see you at work" Ron smiled down at Vittorio and asked, "Shall I oblige with the details?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nearly burst out laughing. Ron and Vittorio had reconciled about a month ago, and soon discovered that in their case, reconciliation had gone a long way. They were insanely happy together, and they always proved to be quite fun to bring along when they went out on double dates.

"No thanks you two. But have fun anyway," Harry said. He slid into the front seat and when he started the car and began driving away, Hermione commented, "Will you oblige me the details of your plan Harry?"

"Not on your life. You're just going to have to find out Signora," he winked.

She slid back into the seat of the car. "That I will Signor," she replied.

FIN!