Chapter 1
Harry woke up. It was the first quidditch match of his 7th year at Hogwarts – Slytherin against Gryffindor. Harry and his friends had decided to return to Hogwarts after all, although it would never be the same without Dumbledore. Harry didn't want to dwell on that, though. Not today, today was devoted to quidditch. He sat up and pulled back his curtains.
"Ron, mate," Harry prodded Ron in the next bed over. "Ron, quidditch, get up."
"Mione, Snape's essay isn't due till Tuesday…" Ron was muttering in his sleep.
Harry sighed.
"Sorry, Ron," Harry muttered. He pointed his wand at Ron and though, Levicorpus-
"ARRRGHHHH!"
Ron was awake. Harry let him down and pocketed his wand.
"Blimey, Harry, you need serious work on your people skills," Ron said grumpily, "Why'd you wake me up so early anyw – ohhh," a look of dawning comprehension was spreading over Ron's face. He groaned and covered his face in his hands.
"C'mon Ron, you'll be fine," Harry said pulling on his socks.
"Easy for you to say," Ron muttered.
"What I don't understand," said Harry, "is how after all the things we've faced – giant spiders, giant chess sets, man-swallowing plants, live brains, not to mention about 12 death eaters, you're afraid of a tiny quidditch game. And anyway, it's not like you haven't messed up games before and people have always forgiven you."
"Cheers, mate."