Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of JK Rowling. I only own the new OC's which appear in the following chapters.

'What's that Ron?' Lorena asked as the four teenagers sat down by the fire one evening. Ron had been reading a letter from Fred and George which came with quite a large parcel.

'A new invention.' Ron said shortly, 'They're still working them out, want us each to have one.'

'Cool.' Harry leaned forward and took one of the objects out of the box. It was a small semi-circular object with a little hole on top… 'What exactly does this thing do Ron?'

'It says here, 'Ron said squinting at the page, 'They're based on muggle… tele…visions. We can see what is going on with another person when they have theirs in their pocket.'

'Isn't that kind of an invasion of privacy?' Hermione asked uncertainly, examining her semi-circular object.

'No, because.' Ron said referring back to the letter again, 'You can only see if people allow themselves to be seen… So we can set ours to be seen by each other, but no one else…'

'Are these being sold in the shop soon?' Lorena asked, seeing a huge problem with that.

'Nah, they're an invention for the Order.' Hermione looked impressed with Ron's answer.

'That would be very useful… So, if someone is missing, you can just see where they are, as long as they have this in their pocket. I like it. It'll be great for the Order.'

'We're getting them too because the Order decided that Harry needs one, he gets into too much trouble.' Ron grinned, but then he became kind of embarrassed as he read further along, keeping silent.

'What? If they wrote something about me, I have to see it.' Harry snatched the page off of Ron and began reading.

-And don't use these as your own personal porn magazine. From what I've been hearing you won't want to tap into Harry or Lorena's unless you are REALLY SURE they are in danger. You'll probably see something nasty-

'What? Why? How do they know?'

'Harry, it's everywhere now.' Ron informed them, 'Lorena's outburst at the Quidditch tryouts, she practically yelled it for the entire Gryffindor house, then that stunt you guys pulled in Hogsmeade, now that's everywhere.'

'Sirius hardly knows does he?'

'Well, Fred and George are in the Order, so they did probably tell Sirius along with everyone else.'

And so to confirm Ron and the twins version of events, everywhere Harry and Lorena went, people knew about them. The girls stared angrily at Lorena. The guys weren't too bothered, as they always knew Harry to have a new girlfriend every so often, and they believed it would be over soon. The occasional guy would act hostile to Harry, for example, Ferrer.

The year had so far gone smoothly for everyone. With Lorena and Harry receiving detentions every other week for numerous things. Lorena looked for signs that Harry would dump her soon. They had come up to the day before the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and she still didn't have sex with him, after many attempts made by him to take things further. But she was still content to tease him by kissing passionately wherever they could.

The morning of the match, Hermione tried to force Ron to eat breakfast, but he felt too sick, as he usually did before a match. He suffered from terrible nerves, and Harry sometimes wished he'd just get over it, it was complete nonsense. Lorena wasn't eating either, but not out of nervousness, she was content with a large glass of orange juice.

'Shall we go down now?' Harry asked Ron and Lorena, realising that Ron wouldn't touch any food.

'Will Sirius be coming? I'll want to find him so I can sit with him. I feel awful for not meeting up with him on the Hogsmeade weekend.' Hermione said worriedly. Ron shot her a look, after all, it was her choice that she went with McClaggan. If she had been so worried about Sirius she could have easily changed her mind.

'Yea, he'll be down in the changing room first.' Harry informed her.

The entire Gryffindor team had changed into their Quidditch uniforms. Harry quite enjoyed hearing the crowd outside screaming, Ron on the other hand looked as if he would vomit. Ginny sat with her brother and tried to console him. While Harry had to admire Lorena's uniform. Like every other team member she wore a long sleeved red jumper, with the name 'Valdéz-Black' written in gold on the back. She also had a long red cloak with her name written on the back of that too. But the difference between her and all the other team members was, she was wearing a skirt, like her uniform skirt, with the hidden shorts underneath. It was crème just like the traditional Quidditch trousers worn at Hogwarts. She was wearing Quidditch boots which came up to her shins, they looked worn, as if she had been wearing them for years. After the team had commented on her skirt, and Harry threw daggers at Ferrer, Sirius had made an appearance.

'Hey guys,' Sirius made his way to the end where Harry, Ron, Lorena and Ginny were. As soon as Sirius appeared Ron jumped up and headed for the toilets.

'He's very nervous.' Ginny explained as they listened to him retch in the toilet.

Sirius just looked around at them and then grinned at the sight of Lorena, 'I don't think I've seen a Quidditch skirt since the seventies!.. Good distraction tactic I must say.'

'Yea, but it'll probably distract our own team more than anything,' Harry said rather angrily, looking down at Ferrer.

'Anyway guys, good luck. I'll be up there with… practically the whole Order!'

'Oh, when I start playing Quidditch no one bothers to come, but when Lorena, Ginny and Ron start, it's completely different.' Harry said in a mock hurt voice.

'You're not special like us.' Ginny smiled.

Sirius left the changing rooms and when Ron had finally emerged from the toilet, a voice announced the teams. Harry recognised him as a blonde Hufflepuff boy, Zacharias Smith, who he severely disliked.

'Of course with Potter as captain, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is probably now just his fan club… And I'm right.' Cheers erupted everywhere in the stadium, the boos from Gryffindors were easily drowned out, with Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin all rooting against them.

'Please, just do your job,' Came McGonagall's voice. Lorena looked up to where her voice was coming from and saw most of the Order there, and Hermione. Sirius wasn't at all happy with the bad reception Gryffindor were getting. Mrs Weasley looked equally upset, and Lorena got the impression that she was trying to get McGonagalls attention, and ask her to fire the commentator.

'Fine…For the Gryffindors, Potter, Weasley, Appleby, Could you please stand still so I can see?' A chorus of cheers and laughs erupted from the Gryffindor supporters, 'Appleby… Ferrer, Bell, Valdéz-Black, her famous skirt and Weasley!' This time everyone cheered and there were many wolf whistles from numerous different houses. Sirius looked around angrily at people whistling at his niece and Tonks behind him, who was heavily pregnant at this stage, laughed and pushed him playfully. 'For Ravenclaw, Chang… This should be very interesting!' The other three houses all laughed and cheered, knowing how Harry and Cho used to go out, 'Smith, Jenson, Harlem, Hill, Peterson and Alexander… And the captains shake hands!'

Harry shook hands with Cho, they wished each other good luck, but Harry could tell she was only being polite in front of Madame Hooch. Lorena, hovering a few inches above the ground on her broom, tied up her hair into a high ponytail.

'And they're off!' Each keeper sped off towards the goal posts, Harry and Cho flew up high above everyone else, Cho tailing Harry. The four beaters flew slightly higher than the chasers waiting for the two bludgers to be released. The chasers formed a circle pretty low down on the ground. As the quaffel was released Lorena swooped in quickly and stole it from under Harlem's nose, quite a large fellow who was probably more than double the size of Lorena. And with that the match had begun. Gryffindors cheering loudly at their immediate possession of the ball.

'Whoa! That was actually quite surprising…' Commenting on Lorena's quick movement, 'You know, sometimes I wonder about Potter's mental health, he put three tiny girls up against Harlem and Hill, who are probably the size of all the girls put together… And Gryffindor score, by Valdéz-Black…' Sirius couldn't believe he was watching his sisters daughter play the same position she did, and she was so incredible at it too. As the loudest cheers yet had erupted from the stands Sirius looked for his Godson, maybe he had caught the snitch.

But no, Sirius burst out laughing as he saw Harry, as did Remus and Tonks, he definitely was his fathers son. Harry was flying much higher than everyone, standing upright on his broom, Sirius had to marvel at his Godsons ability to balance himself.

'And now he begins to show off.' Drawled Smith, 'Madame Hooch should really do something about that, we're here to watch Quidditch, not watch Potter practice for broomstick ballet.'

It happened so fast, a Ravenclaw beater that Harry was sure was called Alexander came speeding at him, suddenly he fell back into sitting position on his broom, it happened so quickly, that Alexander wasn't expecting it and went spinning into crowd. But rather than going back to a usual sitting position, Harry remained standing, with Cho trailing along behind, looking so unimpressive compared to him.

Gryffindor scored twice more with Katie Bell and unfortunately Ravenclaw scored once. Harry had to admit, they were very good, and it would be a close match. Lorena began to feel that it was time to outshine her boyfriend who seemed to be getting a lot of glory for doing fancy tricks. Sirius witnessed her discussing something with Ginny and Katie. The two sped off, leaving Lorena a little bit behind with the quaffel. She sped up with two opposing chasers following her, she was in between Katie and Ginny, and then she threw the quaffel to Ginny, still remaining in the centre. Both chasers threw the quaffel to each other repeatedly, leaving Lorena out, and when a Ravenclaw chaser went to tackle, Lorena, to everyones amazement, lifted her legs in the air so she was doing a handstand on her broom, with Ginny and Katie protecting her from attacks. The Ravenclaw chasers were utterly confused. Lorena landed back down, and was somehow sitting backwards on her broom, flying back towards the Gryffindor goalposts, two Ravenclaw chasers followed her, not sure what stunt she was pulling exactly, leaving one chaser to take on Katie and Ginny.

Tonks yelled with delight, 'I have never seen Quidditch this good before!' And Sirius had to admit that this was true.

'And now, they're going to start battling for the most impressive broomstick trick,' Smith seemed angry now, 'Please, could someone do something?'

'Smith.' McGonagall said beside him, 'Just ignore them and commentate for the match. Look, Gryffindor just scored and you missed it.'

Harry decided it was time to start flying down a bit lower, and distract some of the Ravenclaw chasers.

'Has Potter seen the snitch?!' Smith suddenly said excitedly, 'He dived in between the players causing a bit of confusion… Wait no… He probably just thought he saw an unused condom on the ground or something-'

'Smith! I will not say it again. Shut up.'

'And there he goes again, dives into the crowd with no warning and for apparently no reason… What on earth his he doing?'

Hermione, completely out of character yelled at Smith. 'Hey, that's what he's supposed to do. Throw off the other seeker. And people say I don't know anything about Quidditch.'

'What is it about Quidditch that always brings out the worst in people?' Remus asked, As Hermione jostled some people beside her in anger and as he witnessed Harry being attacked by Alexander with a bludger.

'Ooh, that had to hurt that did.' Smith said, with a grin on his face.

As both Gryffindor and Ravenclaws scores began to rise, Harry desperately wanted to find the Snitch, his back was killing him and he finally wanted to end the game. Admittedly, Gryffindor still had a much higher score, there was always the possibility that a chaser from Gryffindor would be injured and then they'd be fucked. And then it happened, out of the corner of Harry's eye he saw the snitch. He made another dive and the crowd erupted in cheers again, Cho swiftly followed as close as she could, but still not catching sight of the snitch. Harry could see it, just a bit away from Lorena and Ginny. He dived lower and lower, but he never seemed to be close to the snitch.

Finally as he caught it, he realised it was too late. He had already hit the ground just a split second after he caught it, so there was no way to come out of this crash. Cho, seeing he had it, rose quickly, as if knowing what her beaters had just done. Alexander and Peterson hit bludgers at the nearest chasers, Ginny and Lorena. Lorena being much closer to Alexander and his bludger got hit harder, and a large bang echoed throughout the stands. Lorena, who had turned around to see Harry speeding to the ground, wondering what he was doing was hit, right in the stomach by Alexander who was a mere couple of yards away. She instantly fell back, rolling on the ground, causing the audience to wince as if they had felt the pain of this and landing right on top of Harry. At the same time, Peterson quite a good distance away, hit a bludger to Ginny, she was hit in the back and fell off her broom, face down, with her broom still clutched in her hand. Lorena's broom came tumbling after her as she had loosened her grip when she saw Harry closing in on the snitch. It had all happened in a couple of seconds, so fast that not one person saw every single event.

The Gryffindors immediately began booing. But Madame Hooch blew her whistle and yelled, 'Both bludgers were fired before Potter caught the snitch!' The Gryffindors continued to boo, unsatisfied with Madame Hooch's verdict. But she had no time for this. She quickly looked after Ginny, who was attempting to get up, clearly the least hurt of the three.

'Bell, Weasley, please take care of Miss Weasley here.' Mr and Mrs Weasley had run out on to the pitch to their daughter. Mrs Weasley grabbed Ginny's arms and tried to straighten her up, while Mr Weasley looked concerned from behind his wife.

Madame Hooch, quickly moved to Lorena, who was sitting on her knees, holding her stomach, vomiting from the impact of the bludger. Harry slowly got up, while wincing, the bludger to his back and the impact of his fall were becoming much more painful now that the match was declared over.

'You okay Potter?' Madame Hooch asked, as the youngest of the Order of the Phoenix came over. Harry nodded, kneeling down again beside Lorena, who now had tears coming out of her eyes, not from pain, but from the inability to vomit properly as she had no breakfast. Tonks bent down low on Lorena's other side, holding her arm, not exactly able to kneel down, due to her large stomach. Sirius and Lupin watched worriedly from a distance.

Harry could faintly hear Smiths final comments as people in the stands began to raise themselves to see what was going on, on the pitch. 'Well, after all that showing off, it's nice to see the Gryffindor team have, er, crashed back to reality!'

The urge to vomit had finally stopped for Lorena, and she let out a little chuckle, among coughs, 'Landing on you was worse than landing on the ground… I thought I broke your head or something.'

'No, you just really hurt my arm, I actually think you broke it… fat bitch.'

'We'll need to get you both to the hospital wing, Valdéz-Black, are you safe to go?' Lorena nodded, Tonks helped her stand, she was still walking very shakily, holding her stomach.

'Which of those pricks did this?' Lorena asked Harry as they made their way to the hospital wing with Sirius and Tonks. Lupin had went ahead, with the Weasley's and Katie to see how Ginny was doing.

'It was that big guy, Alexander,' Tonks said, 'The guy who tried to knock Harry off his broom at the beginning of the match.'

'I couldn't believe that was allowed,' Sirius growled, 'He was so close to you when he hit it, and he hit it very hard at you. I'm surprised you're not worse… Harry and Ginny got of lightly compared to you. And that idiot doing the commentating…'

Madame Pompfrey tutted at the sight of Harry. 'Back again Potter, what is it now?.. Broken arm. Fix that in a second, take a seat here.' Harry looked down the aisle. Ginny was in a bed at the very end of the ward, surrounded by her parents, Ron, Lupin, Hermione, Katie, Appleby and Ferrer. Sirius and Tonks led Lorena over to a bed right beside her. Once again Harry felt that familiar tingling sensation along his arm, which meant that his bones were repairing themselves. Then he could rejoin the group at the end of the ward with Madame Pompfrey. 'Potter, you're to stay here tonight.' She said as he took a seat around Lorena and Ginny's beds, 'I have a feeling if I let you out you'll only be back to me the next day.'

'I agree… You know, I just like having you taking care of me.' Harry smiled at her and she grinned in spite of herself.

'Oh, I know that by now, Potter.' She put her hands on her hips, 'To make your stay here more comfortable, would you like tea, coffee, hungry for anything?'

'I'll let you know.' She nodded in an amused way and turned to Ginny.

'Now, Miss Weasley, your bones have been repaired, thankfully, very simple injuries.' Madame Pompfrey rubbed her hands together as if getting ready for an operation, 'Now… Miss Valdéz-Black, your…' She lifted Lorena's top over her stomach and what everyone saw nearly made them vomit. 'Is this hurting?' She asked as she peeled back the material from Lorena's skin. She nodded and tears began to spring to her eyes. 'Girls and Quidditch I just don't get it,' Pompfrey murmured, 'I understand boys, but girls!'

There was a large, purple bludger shaped mark on Lorena's stomach, but worst of all, Lorena's belly button piercing, it was impossible to even describe what had happened. There was blood coming from it, it trickled down her stomach.

'You teenagers and all this metal you have hanging from everywhere,' She glanced back at Harry, 'those things are dangerous to have while playing games… Oh, how on earth?' Madame Pompfrey was finding it hard to figure out how to remove it, she turned back to Harry again, 'Would you mind Potter?'

Harry moved closer to Lorena's bed with everyone watching. Lorena wouldn't even look down at it for fear of what she might see. Harry gingerly prodded at it, he had to twist it around a bit to open it, he finally got his hand on the screw, though the blood was making it slightly slippy. Eventually, he removed it for Madame Pompfrey and left it on Lorena's bedside table.

'Now, you can put it back in soon. I just have to clean this blood. Here drink this.' She handed Lorena a cup of steaming, purple liquid which she choked down after much grimacing and spitting. 'It will help you get back to eating solid food. You stomach definitely won't be able to handle it for a while… Maybe after a week you'll slowly get back to where you were…There, all done now! That wasn't so bad, all you have to do is rest now. Would you like something to wipe your eyes dear… You makeup is running all over your face.' Lorena just shook her head and picked up her belly bar off the table, and replaced it. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve which was already covered in grass stains and blood.

'Those Ravenclaw beaters were horrid for doing that.' Mrs Weasley said angrily, 'And poor Harry, having those two girls land on him like that.'

'Yea, that was sore,' Harry nodded solemnly, taking an apple out of a fruit basket that had been left for the injured Gryffindors, especially Lorena, after having her stomach go through all that vomiting up nothing. Everyone laughed at his answer, he didn't seem too disturbed about what had happened.

'I agree with Madame Pompfrey, Quidditch is just too tough for girls. Imagine if that had been Ginny in Harry's place. You'd never survive someone landing on you! Especially if it was a boy!'

'Mum. I'm fine, so stop all this crap about Quidditch.'

'I told her she shouldn't play, but Harry went ahead and put her on the team anyway.' Ron said, not realising what he was saying about Harry.

'Molly, girls have been playing Quidditch for years.' Sirius said, seeing how Harry was just about to open his mouth to retort, 'It doesn't do them any harm.'

'You know the reason why people say that girls shouldn't play?' Everyone looked at Harry, 'Because they're not tough enough. And they're not tough enough because they don't get beaten up enough when they're younger. So, any girl that's on a Quidditch team, you can tell that they've been in a good lot of fights. And if they haven't you just have to hit them extra hard during practice.'

Tonks let out a roar of laughter, though admitting it was true, having been on her house Quidditch team herself, she understood how tough you actually have to be to play the game.

'Hit girls extra hard during practice?' Mrs Weasley said quietly, glancing at Ginny as if to see more bruises than the ones that had just been inflicted upon her by the Ravenclaw beaters.

'Actually, that's what happened to me.' Katie admitted, 'Wood, remember Harry, he was very strict. He had Fred and George hit bludgers at me simultaneously just to toughen me up.' Harry indicated to Katie to prove his point.

'And where do boys get beaten up? When does this happen?'

'All the time.' Ron said, 'Plus Harry is a bully. So he'd know what he's talking about.'

'I'm not a bully… But if I was I'd kick you off the team, Ferrer.' No one laughed, as it clearly wasn't a joke.

'Okay that's it.' Ferrer said angrily, 'I don't like having to be told what to do by you. It should only make sense that the oldest person on the team gives the orders, not the one of the youngest.'

'Well, in terms of years playing Quidditch, I'm much older than you.'

'So, blah, blah, you've been playing since first year on the house team. I've been playing since I could walk. What were you doing then? Living as a muggle.'

'You'd be surprised all the interesting things you learn as a muggle.' Harry didn't rise from his chair, he wasn't scared of Ferrer. He had finished his apple and was now playing with the snitch that he had just caught, letting it fly away from him, and then catching it quickly again. Lupin looked at Sirius, they both thought of James and how he used to show off to Lily with the snitch that he stole. Then Sirius noticed, with a humorous smile, Harry glancing over at Lorena every so often to see if she was looking at him.

'You're not allowed to take them!' Ferrer said angrily, noticing what was occupying his captain.

'You're not allowed to take them!' Harry mimicked, rolling his eyes as he did so, he grabbed the snitch and put it back in his pocket.

'And all those stupid, fancy tricks. You complained about me being shit during practice, but you could have actually cost us the match. Without a seeker, we'd have lost.' Ferrer continued, putting more and more blame on Harry as he did so.

'Lorena was doing them too.' Ginny added quietly, she hadn't taken much to Ferrer either.

'Yea, but that was a tactic,' He became flustered and unsure of what to say, he looked at her pleadingly as if for back up, when he didn't get it he returned to Harry, 'Everything with you is just about getting noticed. No one can get any sort of recognition for anything but you.'

Harry shrugged, 'We are what we are I suppose… And you're obviously very unhappy about not getting noticed or else you wouldn't be bitching to me.'

'I'll come to practice again.' He nodded to Lorena, Ginny and Katie, 'When something is done about him.' And with that he left. Ron looked at Harry and they both started laughing.

'Did you see when he gets mad he raises one eyebrow?' Harry laughed as Ron beat his knees with his fists. 'It's like he's confused or something.'

'Are you guys intent on destroying the team after the first match?' Ginny asked, then adding, 'And if Ravenclaw are that good, think of how good Slytherin are.'

'Yea, Harry, could you just keep quite, at least until we find a beater who's just as good?' Katie added in an exasperated voice.

'Hey,' Harry raised his hands in surrender, 'I told him my conditions for staying on the team-'

'Conditions?' Lorena piped in, 'There were conditions? What were these conditions?'

'Nothing.' Harry said hastily, 'Don't say anything about the conditions, Ron.'

'They were about you.' Ron began.

'Ron! What don't you understand about don't. Say. Anything?'

Ron remained silent but scowled at Harry.