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To Complete a Family
Chapter Five: Quidditch
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning when Rhian glanced out the window she could see the frost that lightly layered the ground causing an involuntary shiver at the thought of the cold. In the mornings Hagrid could be seen on the grounds wrapped up in his moleskin coat defrosting the brooms.
To keep Harry's mind off the first quidditch game the next Saturday Rhian and Hermione would help him with the homework that the teachers seemed to love to assign. Ron of course wasn't pleased that his three friends concentrated on homework most evenings that Harry was available but he grudgingly agreed to work on his own, for Harry's sake.
It was Thursday evening and the four friends were sitting in front of the blazing fire, homework spread out over the table.
"I can't believe the greasy git gave us all this homework." Ron complained throwing his quill down. "He's trying to give us so much that we won't be able to go to the game.
Rhian and Harry looked up and shook their heads at their grumbling friend. "Well if you had started it sooner Ronald then there wouldn't be any problem." Hermione chided from her place on the couch. She and Rhian had finished the potions homework ages ago.
"You're hopeless Ron." Rhian stated looking at his barely started essay.
Ron snorted in indignation as he picked up his quill once more. Turning back to her own notes Rhian's mind began to wonder away.
After discovering her father's secret Rhian began to wonder about certain things. Why had they been separated and why did Harry look like his adopted father instead of his biological one?
Harry had shared similar thoughts the night before when they were alone in the common room after everyone had gone up to bed.
Hermione being eager to help solve the mystery began spending even more time in the library looking up every potion and charm that could change one's appearance for a certain amount of time. According to what she found Hermione had informed the twins that she had narrowed it down to several types of potions but she had yet to find the right one.
Saturday morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.
"You need to eat some breakfast Harry." Hermione said as the four friends sat down for breakfast.
"I'm not hungry." Harry stated picking at his food.
"Just a bit of toast." Hermione said.
Harry shook his head. "No thank you."
Rhian was about to say something when she noticed Professor Snape walking up behind them.
"Good luck today Potter, not that you need it." He sneered.
Rhian glared at his retreating back. "Harry please eat something." She said turning her attention back to Harry.
"Yeah Harry you need your strength." Seamus said. "Seekers are always the ones to get clobbered by the other team." He added.
Ron smacked the sandy haired boy upside the head. "Shut it you."
"Thanks Seamus." He said glumly as he poked at the sausage on his plate.
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars because although the seats were raised it was difficult to see what was going on sometimes.
Rhian, Hermione and Ron joined Neville, Seamus and Dean up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione and Rhian had preformed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colors and the lion move about the banner.
"Wood is probably giving the team a long winded speech about not loosing." Rhian smirked. "He hates loosing."
The others around her laughed at her comment. A few minutes later Rhian could see both teams enter the pitch. Harry stood next to Wood and Rhian could see that he was nervous but a small smile appeared when he spotted the banner as he mounted his broom.
Madame Hooch was waiting broom in hand in the middle of the pitch. Rhian could see her speak briefly with the players on either team before placing her whistle between her lips and blowing it loudly tossing the Quaffle into the air.
The Weasley twin's friend, Lee Jordan was commentating the game today closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor… what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too…"
"JORDAN"
"Sorry, Professor."
Rhian laughed at Jordan's comment. This was going to be an interesting match, especially with Lee commentating.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve…back to Johnson and…no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes…Flint flying like an eagle up there…he's going to score…no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle…that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and…OUCH…that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger…Quaffle taken by the Slytherins…that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger…sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which…nice play by Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes…she's really flying…dodges a speeding Bludger…the goal posts are ahead…come on, now, Angelina…Keeper Bletchley dives…misses…GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from Slytherins. Rhian cheered waving her Gryffindor flag above her head.
"Budge up there, move along."
"Hagrid!"
Rhian, Hermione and Ron squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
"Bin watchin' from me hut," Hagrid said patting the large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"
Rhian shook her head. "Nope," Ron said. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," Hagrid said lifting his binoculars and peering skyward at Harry who high above them barely visible even with binoculars.
Rhian smiled as she looked upward finally spotting Harry. He had told the other day Wood's plan to keep him out of the way until he spotted the snitch.
Lowering her gaze Rhian looked over at the stands where the teachers were seated. First she spotted her father who seemed to be watching Harry carefully which seemed so unlike him.
As her gaze lifted to the top row Rhian saw something very unusual. Professor Quirrell sat with his purple turban, his eyes skyward staring with such intensity that it was unnatural. The way the man stared at her brother made Rhian really uncomfortable.
She was sure that Harry was rather bored just sitting there waiting to spot the little golden ball but she knew he'd have his chance.
All of a sudden Lee paused in his commentating and said in surprise as he saw the snitch. Pucey who had the Quaffle for the Slytherins dropped it as he looked over his shoulder for the golf ball sized ball.
Looking up Rhian saw Harry dive; he was a lot faster then the other seeker. Just as he was putting on speed Flint blocked him on purpose. The Gryffindors in the stands were in an uproar.
"Foul!" the Gryffindors screamed in outrage.
Madame Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all of the confusion, of course, the snitch had disappeared from sight again.
Beside her Dean was yelling, "Send him off, ref! Red card!"
Rhian smirked knowing a little bit about muggle sports. Ron just looked confused.
"What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asked confusedly.
"Red card!" Dean said furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.
Hagrid however was on Dean's side. "They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."
A sense of foreboding washed over Rhian as she watch Harry straighten out and began to search for the snitch again.
Rhian gasped in horror when Harry's broom gave a sudden lurch. The look on his face was perfectly clear, he was scared to death. It seemed that the broom lurched again as if it were trying to buck him off.
"Oh no Harry" Rhian whispered.
Lee Jordan continued to commentate the match; no one had noticed the peril that Harry was in.
"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing." Hagrid mumbled as he stared through his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom…but he can't have…"
Suddenly people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. The broom started to roll over and over Harry just managing to hold on. The crowd gasped as Harry's broom gave a wild jerk bucking the boy off. He was barely holding on with one hand.
"Did something happen to Harry's broom when Flint blocked him?" Harry whispered.
"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic…no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."
At these words Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd.
"What are you doing?" Ron moaned looking rather gray faced.
"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Quirrell…look."
Rhian and Ron grabbed the binoculars sharing them as they looked to where the teachers sat. Quirrell was sitting in the very top row of the teacher's box. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.
"Look at your Dad, Rhian…" Ron said.
Taking the binoculars Rhian focused them on the middle of the box where her father sat. He too was staring at Harry, unblinking muttering under his breath nonstop.
"He's trying to save Harry!" Rhian exclaimed.
"Quirrell is jinxing the broom." Hermione said
"What should we do?" Ron cried fixing his gaze once more on Harry who was fighting to keep hold of his broom.
"Leave it to me." Hermione whispered.
Before Rhian or Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. Rhian looked towards her father willing him to hold on a little longer.
The others around them rose to their feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasley twins abandoned their Bludger duties and flew up to try to pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good…Rhian noticed that every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher. In the end they dropped below him hoping to catch him if he fell.
Rhian glared at Flint whom she noticed had used this opportunity to take the Quaffle and score five times without the others noticing. How she would love to hex him.
"Come on Hermione," Ron murmured desperately.
Spotting the bushy haired girl, Rhian watched Hermione sneak behind the top row and crouch down underneath Quirrell. Smirking Rhian saw her friend pull her wand out and say a spell under her breath.
"Fire, you're on fire!" one of the professors closest to Quirrell shouted a few moments later causing Quirrell to break eye contact with Harry and look down at the hem of his robes.
Rhian saw it was enough. Harry gained control over his broom once more
"Neville, you can look now!" Ron said to the boy who was sobbing in Hagrid's jacket for the past five minutes.
Rhian never took her eyes of her brother who seemed too have found the snitch again. He was speeding towards the ground. Rhian gasped when she saw Harry clap a hand over his mouth as though he was going to be sick…he hit the field on all fours…he coughed…and something gold fell into his hands.
Jumping up in excitement Rhian stared down at Harry.
"I've got the snitch!" He shouted in astonishment, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
Rhian could tell that the Slytherins were not happy at all. But as Madame Hooch reminded the outraged Slytherin Captain that Harry had not broken any rules. Gryffindors had won 170-60.
Racing down the stadium stairs Rhian followed closely by Ron hurried to the crowd that clustered around the Gryffindor team. Hermione met up with them just as they were pushing there way to Harry.
Throwing her arms around Harry Rhian hugged him tightly. "Gods Harry you scared me to death." She whispered in his ear.
Rhian noticed her father standing on the edge of the pitch alone. He looked tired yet also relieved. She gave him a smile before taking Harry by the arm and led him away towards Hagrid's hut for a strong cup of tea.
"It was Quirrell," Ron was explaining. "Hermione, Rhian and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
"Rubbish," Hagrid said, who hadn't heard a word of what was had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Quirrell do somethin' like that?"
Rhian, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him.
"Quirrell let the troll in on Halloween as a diversion so he could get past the three headed dog in the forbidden corridor. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the teapot he was holding. "How do you know about Fluffy?" He asked.
"That beast's name is Fluffy?" Rhian asked incredulously.
"Yeah…he's mine…bought him off an Irish chap I met in the pub las' year…I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…"
"Yes?" Harry said eagerly leaning forward in his seat.
"Now don't ask me anymore," Hagrid said gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Quirrell is trying to steal it." Rhian pressed.
"Rubbish," Hagrid said again. "Quirrell is a Hogwart's teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" Hermione cried in frustration. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact and Quirrell wasn't blinking, I saw him!"
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid said hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Quirrell wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all four of yeh…yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicholas Flamel…"
"Shouldn' 'ave said that." Hagrid mumbled obviously angry with himself.
The four friends glanced each other and headed out the door quickly making their way up to the castle. They now had a lead.
Later that evening as they sat in the now almost empty common room Rhian heard a sharp tapping on the window. Getting up she went and let the school owl flutter in. It settled itself in front of Harry and Rhian and allowed Harry to untie the note from its leg.
"What does it say?" Ron asked curiously looking up from his homework.
Harry gulped and handed the note to Rhian.
Miss Snape and Mister Potter,
I request your presence in my office at precisely one p.m. tomorrow afternoon. The password is "Lemon Ice."
Professor Dumbledore
"Wonder what he wants?" She whispered handing the note back to Harry.
Harry shrugged as he tossed the note in the flames and turned back to the book in his lap.
"We'll find out tomorrow." He replied.
A/N: Oops a cliffy lol. I hope you liked the chapter. Review!