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Things did not get any better for Harry as the days fled by, around a week later, he sat in his favorite chair by the window ledge and sipped a mouthful of vanilla tea, he could here the usual furious slam of the door and no goodbye, and a furious slam of the car door as Ginny whiffed out of the drive way and got out onto the road.

He slammed his mug onto the coffee table in response, and hurried into the bedroom and started packing for the big game at the Wizards World Cup Championship held at the stadium.

"Harry?" A voice boomed into the room, Harry turned to see the bobbing head of Ronald Weasley.

"What?"

"Do you really have to do this match---I mean Hermione has a feeling she shouldn't come to it. And you know how 'accurate' her feelings are these days," Ron rolled his eyes.

"Oh come off it already! I understand about how Hermione's 'feeling' was right that we shouldn't have gone camping, but that transportation to the mysterious world was just-a-coincidence!"

"Maybe. I just don't want to hear any more I-told-you-so's from her, all right then, I'll tell her to get ready and get ready myself. Hey, where's Gin?"

"She's---she's getting ready,"

"Oh, well, then I s'pose we'll talk at the stadium, best of luck mate!"

"Thanks…"

Why in the world did I say that? Now what am I going to do? Maybe I should just tell Ron we're in between a serious fight. But that would just break his heart into pieces, Ron trusts me---and he'll just think I don't care for Ginny or I was never worth her…Harry slammed the bag onto the floor of the foyer and just stood quietly with his hands cupped over his forehead. Where in the world was his life leading? He went into the living room with the bag slumped over his shoulder, and held onto the disguised port key, which was a crockery vase with yellow carnations literally scorched with thirst.

What felt like a few minutes, Harry's face slapped hard across the moist dirt ground of the team's tent and a slight smell of wet cigars filled his nostrils.

"Thank goodness you're finally here! Where've you been! We thought we'd have to play without a seeker!" A strong-jawed, tall handsome man hurried over to help Harry up, his hair, chestnut brown, tied into a tight ponytail with remaining bangs covering the sides of his face.

"Oy mate! You're here! Why the lateness?" A chubby, pink-cheeked man hurried over to Harry, he had a bowl of thick, silky blond hair resting over his scalp, and deep stale gray eyes glinting with relief.

"Sorry, I was getting rea—

But before he could finish the sentence, an orchestra of trumpets, tubas and high-pitched music echoed from the stadium with the endless crowds cheering and clapping, it almost sounded like a war with millions participating and getting prepared to fight.

"Alright team, this is it, we've worked hard over the year and the day has finally arrived! This is a big game! So let's go out and show how we rip their flames apart!" The strong-jawed and handsome man turned out to be the team captain.

As they all walked out, looking stunningly muscled and ravishing to the eye in dodger blue and scarlet team robes, the 68-story stadium echoed in deafening applause, Harry looked around and his spirits lifted, people looking like tiny colorful ants hopping and cheering and shrieking with as much effort for their team!

"Sky-Rippers they are indeed! Fans, as we can see are very enthusiastic, why not will they be? The team members, all gathered into the precise center of the pitch, and what's this? Oh goodness yes! The flamers have made an early appearance onto the pitch and expectantly the crowds go wild! Let's get these games on!"

"FLAMERS! FLAMERS! FLAMERS!" Fans shouted from their bleachers and cubicles, but in all the noise and applause, it seemed to sound dull and far away.

"RIPPERS! RIPPERS! RIPPERS! RIPPERS—

"FLAMERS! FLAMERS! FLAMERS! FLA—

"RIPPERS! RIPPERS! RIPPERS! RIPPERS! RIPPERS!"

"Yes, yes! Quiet down, or else this will go for days! Let the games begin!" The MC, Mr. Yearng rose two thumbs up to Madame Kelly.

"Alright teams, gather round, now, when I open the chest, the bludgers will release into the air, but many times like I have said, you have to wait for the quaffles to get in air, the snitch will be released into the air shortly afterwards" She eyed both teams until all members nodded impatiently.

"All right! The bludgers get a head start! Quaffle is in the air! Both teams kick off from the ground at competing speeds! Ah yeseree! Flames have been lit into the clouds, as the sky-rippers, indeed rip the sky with top speed!"

"And---snitch has been released!" Madame Kelly shouted alarmingly, and both seekers of the team kicked off hard from the ground.

Harry was high into the air and the stadium far below, now the shouts of yelping fans seemed to be distant, there was much more peace and silence up here, and as hard as Harry would try and concentrate to find the snitch, his mind wandered to Ginny. It seemed like the two will never get back together, he could've sworn she was his sort of lucky charm…

A very important game a few days after their wedding took place, and Sky-Rippers were losing sorely, in fact, they might as well given up, the score had literally reached so high that even if Harry had found the snitch, it would still not be able to exceed the score with the other team.

Then practically at the last moments, a woman with flaming red hair hurried out of her top cubicle and climbed all the way down, and fought the security wizards and ran to the pitch. Harry was high in the sky when he had noticed it had been no other than Ginny. He zoomed downwards in immense speed until he could make out Ginny's, at the moment, beautiful, flushed face.

"Harry—I came to tell—that you could do it! YOU CAN DO IT! HARRY! I BELIEVE—IN—YOU—GO—FOR—T-HE—SNITCH! COME ON HARRY! HARRY! I LOVE YOU! YOU CAN DO IT!" By this time, Harry could've sworn his heart was leaping with an awkward sort of power, a new meaning, and the power of love. Security wizards were grasping onto Ginny's arms by then and shuffling her back into the cubicle and she took a seat excitedly, the security wizard's face now glowering and frowning.

Then after that, it was just a hop, a jump and a skip away to the trophy for Harry. His body was swelling with Ginny's words, he had no idea what had happened, but he felt strong and encouraged, as if Ginny had fed him a magical energy potion that would lead him directly to the snitch. And it did anyways, he had found the snitch in a few minutes after immense concentration, and after that, he had caught it and won, and it was all thanks to Ginny, for her belief, love and encouragement towards him.

Harry wobbled out of his thoughts and came back into the loveless, colorless, dull, miserable reality. There was no Ginny this time to cheer for him and feed him her love that would help him reach the snitch. He was sure they were going to lose this time, and that time, Ron and Hermione were not there but Ginny came and that was enough for Harry. But this time it was the opposite, Hermione and Ron were there, but his very own wife seemed not to care about his big game and planned not to come, this was an extreme downer and discouragement for Harry. What was the purpose of winning the game anyways, now? Who was he trying to make proud, Ron? Then he decided he would just pretend he was concentrating really hard on looking for the snitch, but he just wandered around on his broom around the pitch, he was there, the Mc was loud and the crowds were deafening, but he could not hear them, he could not hear anything. It was as if an unbreakable bubble had been formed around him, a bubble of misery and deep thought.

"POTTER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP DAYDREAMING AND START LOOKING FOR THE SNITCH! WE'RE LOSING AGAIN!" The captain was furious and yet ferocious, but Harry could only ignore, there were too many things on his mind that were way more important than winning the world cup for his team.

At the last minute, a girl hurried out of her cubicle, her abdomen bouncing continuously, she practically punched the faces of the security wizards and got onto the pitch. Hermione?

Harry zoomed down once again, stunned to see the figure of Hermione huffing and her chest heaving rapidly due to the shortage of breath.

"Harry! I know that silly story how Ginny said you won because of her. Harry, I know she's not here with what happened between you two. But I'm here. I want you to win! Harry, you can do it! You're the best seeker I know. YOU CAN DO IT. PLEASE, FOR ME! PLEASE GET THAT LITTLE WINGED BALL! RON'S BEEN GOING FRANTIC ABOUT YOU NOT LOOKING FOR THE SNITCH AND WE WANT YOU TO WIN! WE CARE, WE'RE HERE AND BEST OF ALL, I'M HERE! SO GO FOR IT! BELIEVE ME! DO IT FOR ME!" She shouted, the security wizards seemed to be a bit gentle with Hermione after figuring out her state.

"Madame, this is against the rules, please get back to the cubicle—They didn't dare touch her as she whipped back into their direction, her abdomen worthy of being Santa Clause's.

"I'm going, I'm going, you need to relax," She glanced at them sternly in a state of fretfulness.

Then it hit Harry, so what if Ginny wasn't here, if she didn't care? He'd win this match for Hermione, she cared, and she wanted him to win.

"This one's for you, 'Mione" He dashed into the sky, and that same happiness filled him in, that unworthiness feeling, the emptiness he felt was fully replaced, he'd win it for Hermione.

And as you probably expect, Harry did get that snitch. But mysteriously, the exact, the precise, the accurate the carbon copy, the same minute, the same second, the same millisecond he snatched the snitch and the crowds had gone wild, a painful scream echoed into the stadium.

As Harry headed back for the grounds, he could see that people were gathering and crowded around Hermione's cubicle.

"She's fainted! The lady's fainted!" A young woman frantically looked around, her eyes darting right and left, to find someone responsible for this 'fainted woman'.

"Oh Merlin! She's going in labor! We need a port key! Floo powder! —A broom! Anything!" An older woman held onto Hermione. Harry's heart couldn't stop hammering; he stared at Ron somersaulting to the ground cubicle Hermione had taken a seat in.

"Here—'some floo powder. It was to be used to get me and my family home, but I'm sure there is plenty enough for this young woman and her family to get to the hospital." A man dressed in baggy brown clothes hurried forward, his fist clenching a pot full of concrete colored powder. As Harry approached the cubicle, fans were mesmerized, the man with the pot of floo powder's eyes glinted with tears.

"Why, it's Potter! My team's seeker! He's coming this way!" He aimlessly handed the pot and hurried over to Harry, who un-purposefully hurried past him and next to the fainted Hermione.

"Does anyone know this woman? Whom did she come with?" The woman chattered in gossiping tones of voice.

"Yeah—I'm with her, over here!" Harry pushed through the crowds, Ron stood next to Hermione, panicky and panting. They both took a handful of floo powder and hurried Hermione to the center of the pitch and they both held onto her.

"On the count of three," They both nodded hurriedly.

"One,"

"Two," Harry eyed Ron into the face, who was as red as a tomato by frustration and lack of time.

"Three!" They both shouted together, tightly grasping onto Hermione, they shouted the hospital name fluently, clearly and precisely together.

The three of them zoomed down a warp-hole, the ride was too quick to describe in any words, their feet touched the cold tiled floor of the hospital's main wing.

"I'll go talk to the receptionist," Ron hurried away, Harry stared into Hermione's face, so innocent, so fair…gently unexpressed.

"Okay, here we go," Before he knew it, Hermione was topped over a stretcher with wheels at the bottom, it was like a moving bed, Harry thought. They all hurried into the top floor and walked into the Operation theatre.

"Thank you for the escort gentlemen, won't you wait in the lounge?" The nurse frowned.

"Family and friends can come in, but it's already crowded in there, unless it will comfort the patient," A stocky, short nurse sniffed, and hurried in.

"I'll stay out here," Ron mumbled, and took a seat on one of the lounge seaters.

"Ron, why are you worrying so much? She's gone through it two times, everything will be fine," Harry grinned warmly.

"I'm worrying about Ginny, I bet she's lost in all that crowd at the stadium, wondering where you left in thin air, and she's probably still searching for me and Hermione in the stands. Do you have a Tell-Phone?"

"It's telephone Ron, for the last time. And no, I don't carry telephones around."

"No! Not telephone! Tell-phone, you know, that mini version of—of telephones," He started to turn red again in frustration, not to mention embarrassment.

"A what? You mean this?" Harry pulled out a small sturdy cell phone from his pant pocket, he scarcely used it, as he never was interested on socializing with people through muggle devices.

"Yeah! So that's what it's called! A bell-phone,"

"Ron? There is definitely something wrong with either your memory or your ears. I said cell phone, not a bell phone, and there is no such thing by the way."

"Take a pill chill! I was just joking!"

"It's chill pill, not pill chill," Harry sighed, giving up.

"Oh yeah, so that's what Hermione says all the time when she takes forever in the Jacuzzi and I need to use the bathroom!" Ron muttered.

Finally, after several attempts of contacting Ginny, one was successful, she rushed into the lounge.

"Oh my god! I'm. So. Sorry. Where are they? Where's—where's Hermione for god's sake!" She bustled and scurried into the seat next to Harry, surprisingly, or maybe she was too caught up into the situation to notice.

"Take a—never mind, she's in there," Ron's face turned all gloomy when he heard a deafening scream from the room Hermione was in, it was surely her scream.

"Oh, I can't stand to hear that, she's getting hurt! Eh! Stop hurting her!" He yelped to the door; shaking his fist in the air.

"Ron, don't let them hear that! It's a natural process, anyways she might need someone to hold onto, I'm going in," She huffed, and opened the door, the scream was more clear now, and not muffled when the door was closed.

After several hours, the gentemen were called in and the Weasley Family were on their way from the burrow, they were out of floo powder so Mr. Weasley had to burrow a car from the Ministry. Just that moment, a grey barn owl swooped into the room, it was a letter addressed to Ron from Mrs. Weasley,

"Oh, I'll be right back, I'm coming 'Mione!" He shouted, folding the letter quickly and hurrying out the door.

"I need to go use the rest room," Ginny muttered.

"No you don't. You just don't want to be in the same room as Harry." Hermione blurted out.

"Usually that's the case, but no, I really do need to use it," Ginny managed a smile to curl over her lips for Hermione, but when she turned to Harry, it faded away like a wilting rose.

"So you told her? you're such a snitch," She retorted, and hurried out the door.

"And you're a pervert," Harry fumed.

"Excuse me?" Ginny's eyes widened, she was half way out, but she closed the door and came back in.

"That's right, one man isn't enough for you, isn't that right? So you go off and snog other employee's faces." He said calmly.

"That's not true! It was just one employee and it was by accident! Don't you get it? Why are you trying to make a fight between us! Can't you just forget about it?"

"That's the problem, I can't. And if it were an accident you would've pulled away. But you didn't, so it's not an accident,"

"Because—I was so into it…it felt like a fantasy,"

"SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST COMPLETE YOUR FANTASY AND RUN OFF WITH HIM!"

"You've gone mad! Simply mad I tell you! How dare you call me a pervert! I'm not!"

"And I'm not a snitch, I'm a seeker" Harry spat. Ginny blinked for a few minutes, until they drowned in tears, she bustled out the room and leaving a fuming Harry and a shocked Hermione into the room.

"Harry—I—woah," Hermione's mouth resembled of a O.

"Can we not talk about it? Please?"

"I—but—if you say so, and if we can avoid the topic…you shouldn't have called her—

"Hermione, please?"

"Oh yeah, but—

"Hermione?"

"Alright, alright! I'm just—just really worried about you! Your marriage is a reck! What will happen when Ron and the Weasleys find out---"

"She's lovely, the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen, the first, actually," Harry smiled.

"How did you know it's a she?"

"I'm her godfather, if I wouldn't know then who would?"

"Oh Harry," Hermione pulled herself up and embraced him into a tight hug.

"This is such a special moment for you, why are you ruining it by conversing about my issues? Everything will be fine," Harry sank into her honey brown hair, smelling of soft, faint lilac.

"I love you too," She grinned.

"Who said I did?" He teased, as she punched him in the arm.

"What have you named her?" He bent over and planted a kiss over her hot, damp forehead.

"Serenity, her name will be Serenity Kristina Weasley"

"I like it,"

"That's why,"

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Oh thank goodness this chapter is done! NOOOO! I'm losing my touch of writing a good fanfiction…I hope this was fair…alright, average, an OKAY chapter….

Hopefully we'll have Fred and George's wedding by Chapter 14-15 and that's where all the FUN STUFF will begin! I promise you, it'll be the best wedding you'll ever go inside a book! There will be so much happening and Harry will finally meet his 'true' love. How will all the others react to this, what will happen next? I have no idea…so I'm just going with it, and fear you all! T.F.A.T.L.O.D. SHALL RETURN! MUAHAHAHA! OH AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE x 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 REMEMBER TO REVIEW! I PROMISE IF I GET MORE REVIEWS! I WILL DEFINITELY UPDATE FASTER! AND SEEING IS BELIEVING...I AWAITED FOR REVIEWS OF MY SPECIAL READERS AND THEY NEVER CAME AND SO I UPDATED SO LONG LATER! (EVEN THOUGH IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, JUST PLEASE REMEMBER TO REVIEW, EVERY SINGLE ONE COUNTS AND I WANT TO HEAR YOUR OPINION ON IT! THANKS!)

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