It's a Rough Game Quidditch

RATED M

Disclaimer: Anyone else can tell you I'm not JKR.

A/N: Hey, y'all! Back in action! Thanks for the hits! We're back home in the sweet U. S. of A. with lots of new drama!

Chapter Eleven

Week Ten

Mary crawled out of the guest bed on their last day in England. Something didn't feel right, and she had to vomit as soon as she stood. Rushing into the guest bathroom, she thrust her head into the toilet, collapsing.

"Are you all right, Mary?" Coach Potter came into the bathroom, turning on the light.

"I'm fi--" Mary's words were lost with more spewage. Potter held the younger's hair back, trying to remember a spell she had used before she had James. Before she could think of it, Mary was done.

"Mare?" Gioni called, striding in the room without his shirt. Potter overlooked it and cleaned Mary's mess for her.

"I think we should leave as soon as we can to get you home," Potter said, finishing. Her British accent made Mary suddenly wish that she was home. "We don't want you spewing in the game against Japan, do we?"

"I'll send word to Wood that we're moving ahead of the others, okay?" Gioni asked, helping Mary to her feet.

"That'd be best," Potter muttered. She ordered Mary back into bed for the time being, and she began to explain to Harry what was going on.

"You're leaving now?" Gioni heard Teddy whine. "But I didn't get to show Captain Freddy, er, Froidi, er, Gioni, how I can fly!"

"Mary's sick, little man," Coach Potter explained. "We have to take her home."

"Can I say goodbye?"

"I think that'd be okay." The door opened, and Teddy, with hair striped in red, white, and blue, came bursting in.

"Feel better, Mary," he whimpered, his chin wobbling. Mary sat up and gave him a hug.

"I will," she told him. "And you work on your flying. You could be on the English team if you practice until you're older!"

"Okay!" He shook his head, changing his hair back to turqoise. Teddy walked over to Gioni, sticking his hand out very business-like.

"Goodbye, sir!" Gioni exclaimed, shaking it.

"Goodbye, Captain Freed, er, Froy, er, Frey-ley?"

"Close," Gioni laughed. "You can get away with Gioni, bud."

"Are we ready to go, then?" Ginny asked, sending Teddy to help with James.

"Just a sec," Gioni muttered, shrinking their luggage. "Okay. Let's go."

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Once back in the States, Mary collapsed into her own bed, feeling like crap. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she really didn't care. She was aware of Gioni's prescence in and out of the room, but every other body was exactly that.

"We might have to pull her from the game this week," she heard Wood say.

"What?!" Mary sat up straight, making her head spin. "That would mean a forfeit! We can't do that! We have no reserves!" Her head spun faster, and she wanted to vomit again.

"Mare, that's not what he means," Gioni said quietly. "He's going to let you fly around, and then pull you from the match. We won't have to forfeit, we just won't have a snitch. So what?"

"I don't want to put you down," Mary muttered, holding her head.

Hey, it's the green team, we've beat them before, we know their style," he replied, sounding like a rapper. Mary wanted to laugh, but she was afraid that if she were to open her mouth at that moment, she would vomit.

"Are you okay?" Wood's voice floated to her ears. She never responded, but instead layed back. Someone covered her back up, and she dozed on and off the rest of the day and well into the night.

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It was the day of the game, and Mary was still sick. Wood was frustrated, trying to figure some way to get Mary on a broom long enough to keep the game legal.

"Can't we give her something? No muggle or magic medicine?" he asked, pacing around Mary's living room. Potter followed him around, trying to calm him, while the team sat in various poses, Mary lying on her couch with her head on Gioni's lap.

"The most we could do is stop the vomiting for a few hours and maybe blow a Cheering Charm up her ass," Potter said, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's going to have to do," Mary muttered.

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Mary mounted her broom, feeling less queasy, but all the same sick. The plan was that the game would start, and when Mary felt the charm wearing off, she would "crash" into Cuyler, and when she landed, she'd be vomiting enough to get put out.

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"What happened?" Mary asked as the team flew in after the game. Her head pounded, but the vomiting had stopped a few minutes before the game was over.

"We won it," Debbie said. "Ask me what the score was?"

"All right, what was the score?" Mary asked.

"You're going to laugh," Cuyler told her. "Turns out that the Japanese team miscalculated. They started celebrating the catch of the snitch until the announcer said we won."

"What was the score?" Mary repeated.

"270, 240," Fred replied. And Mary did laugh.

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WEEK TEN MATCHES

USA vs. Japan (270, 240)

Bulgaria vs. England (40, 290)

Nordic vs. Australia (140, 290)

Germany vs. France (200, 20)

Spain Break

STANDINGS

1. USA 3260

2. England 1860

3. Bulgaria 1550

4. Japan 1360

5. Australia 1280

6. Nordic 1210

7. France 1180

8. Spain 1070

9. Germany 960