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This is a story of a fan, Harry Potter is not mine.
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(BSC 1) C18. The first match.
It was a wonderful feeling that he had a grandmother now. McGonagall sat at the head table. As their eyes met each other, professor McGonagall gave him a rare smile. Dumbledore was sitting in the middle and looked very sullen. Harry did not know what was wrong with him. But there was something that was not right. And it gave him a good feeling.
Albus Dumbledore sat sulking in the great hall at breakfast. The reason for this was that he had received a letter the night before from Gringotts. One of his plans had gone wrong and he did not know how far it had gone wrong. Together with Minister Fudge he had made Amelia Bones the magical guardian of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. And according to the letter Amelia had given Harry, the right to rule over all the money from his trust vault. This meant that Albus could not do anything whit that money out of the vault without letting them know. But the question remained was this all that they knew or was there more. Luckily Minerva had said nothing at breakfast, so she, fortunately, did not know that she was the grandmother of Harry James Potter. That was at least a plan that Albus could still perform.
That Sunday afternoon Susan and Hermione had inserted an extra workout. It would be the first day that they would fly on their new brooms. And they needed the exercise. Oliver looked forward to the broom that they had bought and was eager to tell them all about brooms. When he saw that they have a fire dragon and a serpent-dragon he had almost fallen off his chair. "I've never seen those brooms but heard of them, those were the best brooms that gold could buy at That Time" he had said. "It was said that the Nimbus factory had made those brooms. How did you get it" Oliver asked deeply impressed?
Bella smiled at hearing how Oliver felt about her broom. "This has been the broom from Harry's mother when she was a chaser here at school. Harry has his father's broom "Bella told him. Oliver looked envious at the brooms. "Well, I want to see whether these brooms are as good as they have described they are" Oliver tried to sound strict but his every word from him was dripping with excitement
Harry and Bella stepped on their brooms and flew into the sky. It was a wonderful feeling. Oliver wanted to know how fast they were and challenged anyone to a match. It was clear that Harry's broom was the fastest of all. Bella was followed right after him but was not much faster than the other chasers. Oliver looked happier by the minute. He could see that they were professional brooms. And that meant that they were almost as good as a Nimbus 2000. "This year we win the cup" he shouted loudly after a few minutes.
It had been a busy week. Oliver and Hermione insisted that there was a training every evening. He said that they had to be one with their brooms. And therefore they had to train as often as they could. Every night the friends walked dead tired into the common room. Neville and Daphne then had to check all brooms for damage and unevenness. Susan and Hermione could then make a comprehensive rapport about the training and what to do the next day. That weekend they were going to play for the first time against Slytherin.
Professor McGonagall had come to watch some of the workouts, and that meant she was there every night. She had told the team that she wanted to know how good her house team was doing. But she really was there for Harry and Harry alone. She still had to get used to the fact that she suddenly had a grandson. But every day she saw him, she found it more and more to be a good thing. She loved that boy, and every day she loved him more.
Every time something good happened Minerva wrote a letter to Arabella. And with each letter she did ad a memory of the event. Now it was time for the match of the day. She was a nervous wreck when she walked into the great hall. Normally she would only come around nine o'clock on a Saturday, but this time she was there at seven. She was almost the first to appear in the hall and was just as nervous as her grandson. Her grandson was going to play that day, and she already had been chewing her nails to the brim.
At half past eight the entire Quidditch team of Gryffindor walked into the great hall. Bella was in the lead, she was very nervous and it showed on her face. Harry walked behind her and did not look too happy himself. With difficulty, Bella got a bite of her toast down her throat. At least she still tried to eat, that was something her grandson did not do.
Soon they were going for their first game and Bella was filled with tension. It was a relief for her that Harry was there. Harry had, after all, told her it would be fine.
But Bella could see that Harry was as nervous as she was. Little by little more students were walking into the great hall. Draco was sitting at the Hufflepuff house table, and was making inappropriate comments to Harry. Something that Harry had not even realized was happening. Ron Weasley was sitting apart from his own table and was clearly miserable. The match would begin at noon. Yet they all went to the Quidditch field at ten. Neville and Daphne walked, with four additional brooms under their arms also to the Quidditch field.
"Why are you carrying those brooms, ours are still in tip top condition," Wood asked when he saw the two of them walking with those brooms.
"Wood you never know what might happen, and an extra broom is always handy to have" Daphne answered him.
It was a logic thing, which Wood had never thought of. Hermione had also asked him if there were substitute players, and that was also something he had not thought about. It was crazy now that he was thinking about it. In the four years, he played Quidditch, and his first year as Quidditch captain. He never thought about those things. And now there were students who thought along with him. Therefore, there would soon be a replacement team. Susan and Daphne would be there spare chasers, together whit a girl named Alicia Spinnet
Bella sat in the dressing room next to Harry. She was hopping back and forth because of her nerves. Harry just watched all around him anxiously. In about an hour, they would play their first match. Wood had kept his pep talk and was hoping to get everyone calm. Another five minutes and then they would go to the field for a warm-up. Both Harry and Bella looked into the audience, and then in one of the rows they saw Minerva sitting with Arabella by her side.
Lee Jordan a friend of Fred and George Weasley gave the commentary. The Slytherin players were already announced by him.
"And there we have the Gryffindor team" Jordan's voice rang through the speaker. "First we have their Quidditch captain and keeper, Oliver Wood. Their beaters are Fred and George Weasley. I also do not always tell them apart from each other, but they are deadly with a bat, that I can tell you. So watch out for them. And There we have the chasers, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and the youngest chaser ever Bellatrix Smith. And last we have the youngest Seeker ever Harry Potter. Everything indicates that we are going to get a great Quidditch year so hold on tight".
It was at that moment that they all flew on the field. Bella and Harry were last in the row. Harry went flying far above the field. And Bella took her place among the chasers. Madam hooch ran onto the field and stood between the two leaders. It seemed as if Oliver Wood was about to curse the other captain. His head was red with rage. With a firm push off he went to his place as keeper. Madam Hooch whistled and the game was underway.
It was Katie who first had the Quaffle. She threw it to Bella who immediately threw it to Angelina. Then back to Bella, who threw towards the goal ring of Slytherin. The keeper from the Slytherin's had stopped the Quaffle by a hair. It was the first real chance from the Gryffindor's. And right away, Bella had opened the attack with menace.
Now it was Slytherin who was on the Quaffle and Fred and George did everything to beat them off their brooms. They were especially throwing the Bludgers in their direction, to keep them from scoring. Fortunately, Wood was one of the best goalkeepers they had so that was not the problem. And he had stopped the Quaffle with a simple flick of his broom.
Wood threw the Quaffle to Bella who took him under her arm. She threw it to Katie and Katie threw it back to Bella. Bella ducked between the posts and threw him back to Angelina. Who caught it and scored?
"10 points for Gryffindor" voice from Lee Jordan sounded.
The seeker from Slytherin plunged to the ground. Harry dived after him. Bella could just avoid him. She already had the Quaffle in her hands. Without really thinking about it, she ducked behind Harry. Harry went at full speed towards the goalposts from Slytherin following their seeker. The seeker from Slytherin went right past their goalposts. Harry followed behind him. Bella flew close behind them. No one had seen the Quaffle that she had in her hands.
"20 points for Gryffindor" sounded through the stadium. And the snitch was suddenly gone from sight. Harry went back to his position above the field. Bella flew again for another attempt with the Quaffle in her hands to the goal posts at the Slytherin side. It was breathtaking to see her fly, thought Harry while he was searching the whole field for the snitch. Bella threw the Quaffle to Katie. Katie to Angelina and was hit by a Bludger on her arm. Wood saw it from his position at the goalposts and called for a timeout.
Everyone came down and stood by wood on the sidelines. Angelina Johnson immediately flew over to Madam Pomfrey. Luckily It turned out not to be something serious and she could again take part in the game. Wood was yelling at Harry. According to him, Harry was taking too long to catch the snitch, and therefore he was a terrible seeker.
Bella just glared daggers at Wood. "I have not seen you searching along with Harry, Wood" she cried fiercely. "You only had one Quaffle to stop, and could, therefore, help Harry to find the snitch. But NO the Almighty Wood is too good to do something like that".
Wood was stunned and was just looking at Bella in disbelief he opened his mouth but could bring nothing out.
Fred and George, however, stood behind Bella. "Yes Wood we also think that you could have done more," they said simultaneously. Somewhat beaten Wood looked from the field to Hermione.
Hermione realized that she could now have her say. "Okay, listen; their beaters are having trouble with the Bludgers. To hit them downwards is not a problem for them, but to hit them upwards is a problem. The same goes for their Keeper. He has trouble with a Quaffle from above. He and their beaters are looking straight into the sun. Harry the Snitch is often at the center goalpost on the side of Slytherin". Said Hermione from the notebook she had in her hand.
Neville and Daphne had brought the broom from Angelina back to order in record time. And so she could rejoin the rest.
Everything what Hermione had told during the timeout was right on the spot. Before anyone from Slytherin, knew it, Gryffindor had scored again. "30 40 50 points" shouted Lee Jordan. All the attacks from Gryffindor came from above, and every time they scored. "60 70 80 90 points" the voice of Lee Jordan echoed again. Slytherin had no chance at all. It did not matter what they did they did not pass Gryffindor. Harry saw from the corner of his eye the snitch just above the ground and went for it.
Bella watched him go. Inside Bella became hot when she saw him go after the snitch. With a deep breath that she was holding, she saw Harry go straight down, now a sharp turn to the right and now to the left, straight up chasing the snitch. The snitch was right in front of his outstretched fingers.
What happened then Bella did not quite understand. Harry from out of nowhere shook from side to side. Katie threw the Quaffle to Bella. Bella did not even see the Quaffle coming. She was very shocked when the Quaffle touched her on the shoulder. Nevertheless, she remained fixated on Harry. She saw how he was slowly losing his grip on his broom. Katie was now flying beside Bella and was now also looking into the direction of Harry.
"It is 90-10 for Gryffindor," the voice of Lee Jordan said. Harry was now barely hanging onto his broom; his face was one of fear and determination. "It is 90- 20 for Gryffindor." Jordan's voice sounded again.
Now the audience in the stadium also noticed that something was wrong. Hermione grabbed the arm of Neville and pointed at Harry.
"The broom had been tampered with" Daphne exclaimed.
Susan was the only one not looking at Harry. "It's Snape, he is bewitching the Broom". She yelled. The other three now also looked at Snape and saw him mutter, without closing his eyes. Without a word, Susan ran across the field toward the stands. From under the stand, she crawled upwards. Without knowing what to do, she crawled further up. Snape was now sitting in front of her. Professor Quirrell was sitting behind him. She grabbed the legs of Professor Quirrell and pulled them towards her. Professor Quirrell was pulled forward and fell right into Snape. She hoped she had broken the bewitchment of the broom. According to the screams she heard, she knew something bad had happened. But she did not really know what had happened.
*#*
Just Before that Susan had grabbed the legs of Quirrell.
Bella who was now flying under him, and Fred and George flew between them and tried to grab him. Just when they almost had him the broom shot straight up. Now Fred and George were flying back and forth beneath him.
Harry had to hold his broom with all the strength he had, and it took the greatest efforts for him to hold on. Harry was only hanging on his broom with one hand; his fingers began to break loose from his broom.
Bella was now hovering Under Fred and George. She was totally fixated on Harry and everything else escaped her. Suddenly Harry's broom stopped shaking. But it did not help; Harry could just not keep his grip. His fingers slid down the broom and he fell off his broom. Fred and George saw him fall when both of them tried to grab him, but both missed him. Harry fell faster and faster down and suddenly he felt two hands.
Bella had caught him in his fall, but Harry was too heavy for her. She could not stop him from falling. Harry slipped out of her hands and she screamed "NOOOOOO".
The voice in her head sounded now harder than ever. "Yes, there he goes well done Bellatrix you did it, you killed Harry Potter". Harry fell flat on the ground. He was trying to get up and spat out the Golden Snitch.
"Yes, he is still alive" Bella exclaimed.
"No, it cannot be, kill him now" the voice shouted in her head.
And suddenly like a dishcloth Harry profile down again. There was nothing about him which was moving. And everything looked as if Harry was dead
Hermione had run onto the field towards Harry with a rope in her hand.
Madam Pomfrey was the first to reach Harry. She grabbed the other side of the rope and held her other hand on Harry's chest. Everyone saw them disappear into nothingness.
Bella was the first on the spot where Harry had just disappeared.
Daphne and Neville came running toward her. "Here, grab this rope is a Port key just like the one from Hermione" Neville called to them. They had to wait until Minerva and Susan were there too, and then they could go. Neville activated the Port key and they were moved to the infirmary. There Poppy Pomfrey was already busy with Harry.
Poppy Pomfrey was treating Harry and had him floating in the air. She did not have any time to conjure a screen around Harry. And did what she had to do and vanished his Quidditch robes and undergarments, only his boxers remained. Poppy Pomfrey was too busy to realize what was happening around her. Harry was floating slowly turning around and above his bed. Everyone in the room at that time had a clear view of the chest and back of Harry Potter.
Every part of Harry's body screamed torture, Mistreatment, and malnutrition. Daphne and Susan ran crying out of the infirmary, Neville followed them closely. Only Hermione and Bella stood still, tears leaking from their eyes. Minerva took Bella and Hermione in a hug; it was purely out of instinct. Only to reassure them that everything would be okay. Even Minerva had doubts about it, now that she was looking at her grandson.
It was Arabella Figg who first walked into the infirmary. "Mom it's much worse with Harry than we have ever imagined" Bella Said crying when she ran to her mother whom she had seen from out of the corner of her eye.
Shortly after Arabella, Amelia Bones and Augusta Longbottom walked into the infirmary. They were pulled ahead by Susan and Neville.
Augusta, who had already read some things in the red book, had expected everything when Neville had run up to her saying. "He's beaten. Harry was beaten." Was all she could hear between his tears and sobs".
For Susan, it was the same thing. She had much contact with her Auntie about Harry. In her letters, she'd said that Harry was way too thin for a boy. But also that he always retreated when anyone other than Bella or Daphne tried touched him. But this was one of the biggest shocks they could have. Amelia slumped into a chair crying with Susan in her arms when they saw Harry Hovering above his bed.
From the entrance of the infirmary, there was a deep male voice. "Who is abused and where is he," the voice said. It was David Greengrass, the father of Daphne. Daphne who was crying walked on the arm of her mother Isabella Greengrass. David was almost as wide as Hagrid. He was muscular through all his years as Auror. But despite what he had ever seen. This was also a shock to him.
Poppy Pomfrey was busy with her wand to get everything right. And while she was busy, everybody looked at Harry. Everyone saw the red stripes and scars that were on his back and chest, ribs that had never healed properly. All over the body of Harry the scars shouted abuse. Hermione was still crying in the arms of Minerva.
Minerva now had double feelings when she looked at Harry. It was now more than ever that she was ashamed. Reading the red book had been bad enough. But seeing the scars on the small body of Harry was unbearable. Now more than ever she was pissed at Albus, but also angry with herself, and especially saddened for her grandson.
Poppy put Harry on his bed and conjure a pair of pajamas around him. Now there were no more scars to see, and everyone knew immediately how Harry had been hiding it all. But everyone had seen them now and knew that it was not anything they had seen. It was dead quiet in the infirmary when Harry was laid out on a bed.
Poppy had dropped into a chair and began to cry. Of all her students, this had been the worst. The famous Harry Potter had been abused all his life. She now had the task to make a report of all his injuries. But she did not know where to begin. Some injuries he had suffered as a baby. It was also at that time that the doors of the infirmary opened.
"How is Harry Potter doing" asked Albus Dumbledore in a grandfatherly sort of way.
Poppy jumped up and fired off a stunner at the headmaster. Dumbledore was blown against a wall on the outside of the infirmary and slipped to the ground where he landed in a heap. Before anyone could say anything, Poppy immediately closed the door and locked them with magic. "He will not come in here for a long time, every year I asked him how Harry was doing. And every year he told me that all was well and that harry was becoming a beautiful boy. And now I know it were all lies. You stay with Harry and the adults go with me to the office in "Poppy said sternly. The five friends went to the bed to sit around it. The adults went into the office of Poppy.
*#*
Within the office walls of Poppy.
No one spoke a word. Everyone just looked at everyone. All of them had a look of disbelief and sadness. Poppy conjured a large bottle of cognac and gave everyone a big glass. She herself was crying again while she was sitting at her desk. It took a moment before she looked up and spoke.
"I regret very much that you had to see that. I do not know how and why you were so quick to get here, but I am grateful. I would never have believed it if I was here alone. Many of his injuries are ten years old. Even some of his bone fractures are as old as ten years. And it's much worse than that".
Minerva gasped. It was even worse with her grandson, with her Harry. What could be worse than what they had already seen today she wondered?
David filled his glass up to the edge and looked pointing to Amelia. "Amelia, I do not care what we have to do. But whoever is guilty of doing all of this to that boy, are going to pay if you asked me. I want to see them be hanged or be given the Dementor kiss, even if I have to be an Auror again to catch them en get them to justice".
Amelia could only nod in agreement. She was his magical guardian and she knew nothing about it, she did not even know she was his magical guardian.
Isabella Greengrass had walked around the desk and had taken Poppy into a hug. "Poppy what is even worse than what we have already seen today?" Isabella asked her softly.
With big red eyes from crying Poppy looked at Isabella. "The magic of Harry is still tied. I tied his magic when he was 1-month-old". Poppy Said to Isabella. (This was something that was very dangerous. With a child of one year, the magic is sometimes tied. You have to take it away again when they are 3 years old. It can be life threatening if that did not happen.)
Minerva knew it had happened because she had read all of that in the letter from Lilly. She also knew that Albus knew all of that because he had been there when it happened.
"And Harry has a piece of soul behind his scar that does not belong to him" Poppy added in a murmur.
Because of this everyone was looking up at poppy.
The conversation lasted long into the night. The five friends had all crawled on a bed and had fallen asleep. David was going to look at Harry with Isabella. They had all agreed to that, one by one every half hour alternately. And this time it was their turn.
From the bed next to Harry, Bella began to scream. "No, I'm not going to kill Harry, No, he's my friend, and I'm not going to kill him".
Isabella stood beside her and spoke soothing words. However, it did not help.
Minerva and Arabella ran out of the office and towards Bella.
"No, I'm not killing Harry Potter, Harry help me he is back".
Arabella did everything to silence Bella, but that also did not help. The other four children were awakened by the noise.
"No I'm not going to murder him, Harry please get him away from me, help me Harry" Bella yelled out in frustration.
The other adults were now also standing by the bed Bella. All of them had a look of fear as they saw Bella there screaming in the way that she did.
"Bellaaaaaaa" suddenly Harry's voice sounded through the ward. He cried out in pain, His body began to float above his bed. There was a blue glow forming around Harry.
Poppy ran to him and did everything to get him calmed. His blue glow became green, purple and now a deep green. "He's breaking through, his bound" Poppy Said with panic in her voice.
With a scream of pure Harry broke the seal on his magic. All the windows in the infirmary were flying outwards to shards.
Bella screamed that she did not want to kill Harry. Harry came back on his bed with a blow and looked around. Bella was in the bed next to him and shouted his name. Harry jumped out of his bed and lay down with Bella.
Bella was quiet within a minute. She opened her eyes and looked guilty at Harry.
Harry whispered to her that it was okay, that he would always be there for her. He looked straight into the eyes of Bella and said "I love you, you know". His eyes began to turn away. With both hands, he reached for his forehead. Again he began to scream in pain. His scar was separating gradually. The blood began to flow over his face. He began to scream as if he was dying. A brown smoky substance was escaping from his scar. The smoke formed a face and flew out through the broken window. Harry collapsed and fell into a deep sleep next to Bella.
Bella got up and ran to Arabella. "Mama, Mama that was the guy who always tells me that I have to kill Harry," she said tearfully.
David looked at Minerva. "Did I see that correctly?" he asked. "That was the face of he who must not be named was it not".
Minerva nodded and sat down at Harry's bed.
Poppy waved her wand over Harry and looked at Minerva. "He is going to make it Minerva. Your lion is going to pull through, and that was the piece of soul that he no longer has, in his body, "Poppy Pomfrey told her.
Minerva glanced at Harry and sighed. "Forget that lion Poppy, Harry is my grandson and I know he's going to pull through. He is stronger than most, I assure you". It was like she let a bomb go off, when she said that Harry was her grandson. But she was proud of him. And she would do anything for him. Harry was her grandson, and no one could ever come between them, never again.