Chapter 8

Quidditch

The next week was nerve shattering. I could barely think about anything but the upcoming match against my twin.

The day of the match I couldn't focus on breakfast. I was so nervous I could barely eat.

"Hannah, eat something!" Draco said.

"I can't! I'm freaking scared!"

"Calm down, and eat something, preferably some bacon and eggs. Quidditch needs strength, which comes from protein, and energy, which you can get…"

"From toast, yeah, I know." I said grabbing a piece of bacon and biting into it. "It's not the breakfast that worries me, I'm scared of screwing up."

"POTTER! Let's go! We got a match to win."

My heart raced. It was time.

"Good luck!" Draco said.

"Thanks." I said my heart slowing some "HEY FLINT WAIT UP!" I yelled running after the team.

In the dressing room, I held on to what little breakfast I ate as Flint started his speech.

"All right, guys. This is it. We practiced all week together and I know we are ready."

I pulled on my Quidditch cloak and jammed my hands in my pockets. I found something in the left pocket and pulled it out. It was a ring, with a large green stone surrounded by a silver band. There was a note in the right pocket.

Hannah,

I thought you could use a little bit of luck or courage. So I'm going to loan you my good luck charm. Go get 'em Princess

You-Know-Who

I smiled a little as I put it on my right hand Draco I swear to Skinner, I love you for this. I thought. My breakfast settled back into my stomach.

The crowd gathered and another student started commentating.

"Hello Hogwarts! And welcome to the first Quidditch match of the term, where we have the Gryffindors, with their new Seeker Harry Potter!" the commentator paused as a large part of the crowd cheered. The Gryffindors were out on the pitch. I fiddled with the ring band and my heart slowed…Bring it on!

"And the Gryffindors will be facing their rivals…"

"This is it guys." Flint said getting up.

"the Slytherins!"

I followed Flint out onto the pitch, amidst the jeers of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. The Slytherins cheered. Beads of sweat poured down my face.

"And a little fun fact for the Slytherin team, they have two new players. Beater Blaise Zabini and Chaser…oh dear Hannah Potter. Lots of tension today folks, but I have to admit that Slytherin Potter is rather good looking…if she was a Gryffindor I'd-"

"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted.

Madam Hooch walked out onto the pitch.

"Captains, shake hands." she ordered.

Flint stood in front of Wood and apparently crushed his hand.

As Flint did so, I glanced over at Ivy and Harry. Ivy gave me a nod and a smile, and I heard "Good Luck."

"Thanks." I mouthed.

Ivy looked at me as if I had gone mad.

"Mount your brooms." Hooch ordered.

This is it, Potter. don't screw up! I thought as I yet again fiddled with the ring band. I kicked hard into the air and felt the wind whip through my hair.

As soon as Hooch released the balls, Ivy grabbed the Quaffle and went for Black.

"And the new Gryffindor Chaser Ivy Duff has taken the Quaffle and taken a shot at Slytherin Keeper Black! And…" there was a pause "GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

"GOOD GOING IVY!" I screamed, flying up to high-five her.

"POTTER!" Flint yelled, pulling me back by the robes "Get your ass in the match!"

I nodded sadly and dodged a well aimed Bludger by one of the Weasley twins, according to what Jordan said.

"Potter wrenches the Quaffle from Spinnet and heads for Wood!" Jordan yelled.

I shot and held my breath as the Quaffle flew to Wood.

Please, please, please! I thought as Wood went to block it…and missed!

"Potter scores! Ten-Ten!" Jordan groaned.

"WAY TO GO HANNAH!" Ivy yelled.

I turned to Ivy and smirked, and I looked up to Harry, and he was clapping and whistling.

That's my bro! I thought as I went back into the game.

Selwyn got access to the Quaffle and tried to pass it to Dolohov when Ivy intercepted it. I flew to try to get it off her when the unthinkable happened.

I was a meter away from Ivy when Flint played dirty, he flew up to Ivy's right side and knocked her off her broom. I gasped as she went falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"IVY!" I screamed as Harry and I (obviously our twin telepathy) dismounted.

"POTTER YOU HAD BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THE SKY RIGHT NOW OR I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL!" Flint yelled as I ran towards Ivy, who had blacked out.

I ignored him "Ivy, Ivy say something!" I said.

And as though the words were magic, Ivy came around, slightly "Han…" she groaned out "my wrist…I think it's broken."

"Harry," I said to my brother "get Hooch to call a time out!"

As quick as a flash, Harry had gone to get Hooch down where Ivy and I were.

"What's happened?" Hooch asked, dismounting.

"Ivy thinks her wrist is broken. Do you think I could take her to the hospital wing for Pomfrey to look over?"

"Sorry, Ms Potter," Hooch said "but if you do that, then your team will be down a member."

"Can we call a time out?" I asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Ms Potter." Hooch said again "If we do call time out, it would be for a replacement for you. So choose, your friend, or the game."

I look down at Ivy and remember our pact. I wasn't planning to bitch out and not help my friend when she needed me the most.

"Call the time out." I said sternly.

"Ms Potter…" Madam Hooch said, stunned.

"Please." I said.

"Fine…" Hooch said mounting her broom "Time out, Slytherin!"

Flint looked as if he was going to blow a gasket "POTTER! IF WE LOSE THIS MATCH YOU ARE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME! DEAD!"

I looked up into the stands and flashed the platinum blonde hair of Draco Malfoy an apologetic look. He nodded, as if to say I understand.

"Come on, V." I said to my smiling friend "Let's get you to Pomfrey." I added, picking her up.

Ivy blacked out again as the Gryffindor team landed.

"Hannah," Wood said, shaking my free hand "I have to admit, I am surprised that a Slytherin would be doing this."

"Yeah, you're the first half decent Slytherin I've ever met." Spinnet added, patting me lightly on the back "How're you doing there, Ivy?"

Ivy came around slightly "Fine…" she groaned before she blacked out again.

"Better get her to Pomfrey." the Weasley twins said to me.

"Just take care of her, ok, sis?" Harry said, touching my shoulder.

"I will, Harry. After all, she is my first best friend." I smirked "Come along Ivy, we're getting you patched up."

Suddenly I heard a round of applause. I turned around and saw that a group of Gryffindors seemed to like my chivalry.

I actually nearly cried as I dragged Ivy out of the pitch.

Ivy spent most of the trip there out cold, but as we got into the castle, she came around.

"What happened?" she groaned "And why is my wrist and head splitting?"

"You were knocked off your broom." I said simply "And you seem to have a broken wrist and maybe a concussion."

"Oh…" Ivy said, her eyelids beginning to droop as the weight of the unconscious world began to take over.

"Come on, Ivy, stay with me, now." I pleaded, hoisting her up again, her weight starting to cause my knees to buckle.

Ivy started to mumble incoherently, but I made out "Couldn't…you'd…turn…evil…no…pact."

I rolled my eyes and laughed "Ivy, even if you died, I would swear on your grave I wont turn evil. I don't plan to be a stupid Death Eater."

Ivy and I chuckled as we entered the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey looked shocked as she ran into the room. "This is definitely a first." she said as she looked Ivy over "A Slytherin carrying in an injured Gryffindor. Normally Slytherins are nowhere to be found when something like this happens."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and looked to Ivy "Let's just say, Madam Pomfrey…" I started, yet again hoisting Ivy up to support her weight "I made a pact I want to keep. Damn, V, you are heavy!" I added, starting to lose feeling in my arms as my knees buckled.

"Well, let's get Ms Duff's weight off of you, Ms Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, pointing to a bed near a window "Put her here." she directed.

When I finally placed Ivy in the bed, I groaned as my legs felt the tension of carrying Ivy and I theatrically fell to my knees.

"Han," Ivy teased "I could do without the hammy acting. I'm not that heavy."

"Sure, V. Keep telling yourself that." I teased back, as I pulled up a chair and sat in it.

Pomfrey came up with a cup full of purple stuff. I made a face.

"What's that?" Ivy and I asked together.

"It's to help Ms Duff to repair her wrist." Pomfrey explained, as she helped Ivy sit up.

"That smells horrible." Ivy pointed out.

"Your right!" I added, pinching my nose "That reeks!"

"Oh, do be quiet, Ms Potter!" Pomfrey ordered as she raised the cup to Ivy's mouth.

"Ugh!" Ivy hissed "That tastes horrible!"

"Yes, but it's supposed to help."

I rolled my eyes and stretched myself out the width of the chair "Why is the stuff that tastes like crap is always the stuff that's good for you?"

Ivy laughed as Pomfrey ditched the cup.

"Stay for a half hour, then you may leave." she instructed as she went into her office, leaving me and Ivy alone.

"You ok?" I asked, toying with the lining in my robe pockets "Flint hit you pretty hard."

"I'm fine. But when your team wants someone off their broom, they go all out!"

I rolled my eyes "We're Slytherins, remember the Hat's song? 'Us cunning folk use any means…'"

"'to achieve their ends!'" we finished together, laughing as we did so.

"You didn't have to bring me here, you could have just left me and finished the game."

I smirk as Pomfrey came back in "Now, Ms Duff…" I drawled "What sort of friend would I be if I did that?" I asked, standing up.

"This is a note for Ms Duff to give to a teacher if her head starts to hurt. She needs someone with her at all times, and I think you fit the type of friend that would do that, Ms Potter." Pomfrey said with a smile, handing me a note and exiting.

"Looks like you need to know my timetable!" I said.

"We only have two classes not together, so we'll be fine." Ivy pointed out.

I nodded "But you don't know when I have the other classes." I pointed out in retaliation.

"Touché, Ms Potter." Ivy said, laughing "Come on, we'd better find out what happened at the match."

We shared a nod and went for the door when Flint burst through the door.

"POTTER, YOU'RE SO DEAD!" Flint bellowed.

Ivy smirked "You lost," then she pulled out her wand as Flint advanced on me, hissing:

"This is all your fault! You're so dead!"

Ivy pointed her wand at his throat "No friend of mine is dying when I'm around. Besides, I owe her one."

Ever since then, Ivy and I have been not only friends, hell not even best friends, we became sisters.