A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - Valentines Day comes up and love is in the air for everyone minus Harry, who messes up things with Cho. Fred really wows Noel with his sweetness towards her before she drags him with her to The Three Broomsticks to meet up with Harry, Luna, Hermione, and Rita to talk about doing an article about the truth of things.

-Hufflepuff VS Gryffindor -

I wake up only to groan when I realize what day today was. It was THE day, Quidditch day, and we were doomed for failure. How did I know? I knew we were doomed because we didn't practice enough, so clearly we weren't ready even though the match was up against Hufflepuff. In my opinion, we played okay, but I didn't know if okay was good enough to beat even the Hufflepuff team.

"Good luck Noel." Harry tells me with a pat on my back on my way out of the Great Hall later that morning.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Ron says, walking beside me with a queazy look on his face. I may be a bundle of nerves right now, but Ron was a complete mess. It looked like he would blow any second or attempt to make a mad dash somewhere to hide until the day is over.

"You can't be sick, you hardly ate anything." I say, grabbing his arm just in case he did try to bolt. "We'll be okay." Though I was saying this more for him than me.

"Really?"

"Well...there's a chance we might lose, a chance we might lose badly, and a small chance we might win."

"A small chance? Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"I was including myself in that statistic too."

"You'll be fine out there. Me, I suck and we all know it. I should just quit." He says, trying to get away only for me to hold onto him tighter.

"No you don't! What you are going to do is stay focused on the game and shut everything else out. If we lose, then it's not like you didn't try. If you want to still quit after that then go right ahead."

"Fine." He grumbles. We get to the changing rooms minutes later and begin to get ready, the noise level above us growing louder by the minute. Don't focus on them Noel, focus on the small chance we might win, we might win, we might-

"Why do you play Quidditch Noel?" Andrew asks, already dressed and ready to go.

"Why do you play?" I ask, putting on my lucky Sirius gloves on. Dad, give me strength not to lose badly today and if I do then please don't let Jake find out back home. I'll never hear the end of it if he does find out.

"For the girls of course." He says, and Jack leans over to high five him.

"You play for the girls, I play because I enjoy it. Playing Quidditch can easily be compared to performing on stage for me. I rely on my band mates just like I will be relying on my team mates, you, to perform great. I like doing both and it's a great way to make a name for myself."

"But you're Professor Dumbledore's Great Grandkid. You don't have to do anything to make a name for yourself because it's already out there."

"That's his legacy, not mine. I want people to remember me for my talents and not because I was related to someone with great talents. Right now, I'm trying to use the talent I have to do my best to win this Quidditch match today without sucking too badly while trying to remember that this is a game that I'm supposed to enjoy."

"That's so inspirational, maybe you should be a public speaker." Jack jokes. I roll my eyes, grabbing my Firebolt from under the bench as we all begin to stand up to head out.

"Olay team. Let's go out there and not suck." Angelina announces, and Ron groans.

"Buck up Ron and remember what I said." I say, smacking him in the shoulder. "If that doesn't work then just think, the sooner we get out there means the sooner we get back and you can run off to cocoon yourself in the Dormitory later if we lose."

"It doesn't matter if we go out sooner or not, the game isn't going to be over soon enough for me." Ron says as we mount our brooms and fly out. Everyone in the stadium erupts cheerfully when the game begins, reminding me that it's not just the team depending on me now but the house as well. I start scanning around in my search for the Snitch when-THRACK. I wince painfully, Jack having accidentally hit me in the back with his bat as he flew past me.

"DAMNIT JACK! WATCH IT WITH THAT THING!" I shout at him before returning with my search, now with a throbbing back. I was about to fly up, to get a better view of the field, when something glittering catches my eye in the distance. It was the Snitch, floating lazily under the other Seeker, and I zoom in his direction. We could win, we could actually-and then out of no where, Andrew flies right into me really fast.

"Sorry, the Bludger." He explains, pointing at one flying right at us.

"Get your ball while I get mine." I tell him, flying toward the Snitch while not knowing what was happening behind me. If I did then I would have known that when Andrew hit the Bludger to redirect it somewhere else, he accidentally hit it in my direction. All I heard was the crowd gasping before I felt the lurch of something hitting the back of my broom, shooting me off of it. Luckily for me, I shot off right to where the Snitch was. I reach out and snatch it in midair, the crowd screaming in shock as I begin plummeting to my certain death. I can't believe I'm gonna die by the same team mates, who I told just earlier today that I was relying on them, hands. Instead of dying as a great performer who was loved by all, I'm gonna go down as that girl who got flattened into a pancake after she fell to her death because of her own team mate. Hopefully it will be an honorable death where, because I had caught the Snitch just before I fell, that we had won the game. I close my eyes, waiting for the impact, when an arm hooks around my waist and pulls me upwards.

"At least there's something I saved today, considering all the Quaffles I let past me." I hear Ron say breathlessly. I open my eyes to realize that it was Ron who came to my rescue, leaving his post to catch me just in time.

"Oh thank god." I say, wrapping my arm around his neck when Alicia and Katie flies up alongside us.

"You okay?" Katie asks, handing me my broom to remount.

"Yeah. Did we-" I start.

"A MIRACULOUS SAVE BY THE GRYFFINDOR KEEPER. A LAST MINUTE POINT WAS SCORED RIGHT BEFORE THE CATCHING OF THE SNITCH BY THE GRYFFINDOR SEEKER, ENDING THE GAME 230 TO 240. HUFFLEPUFF WINS." Lee Jordan announces. All that, the blow to the back and nearly dying, was for nothing. I hang my head down in defeat because it was my fault that we lost. If I hadn't of been knocked off my broom, then Ron wouldn't have abandoned his post to save me. I am the worst Seeker in the history of Seekers.

I sit, staring at the fire in the fireplace back in the Common Room, when Andrew and Jack slowly walk up to me. Looks like they're gonna have another round of apologizing to me again, because apologizing back in the changing rooms and all afternoon didn't seem to be enough for them.

"Hey Noel, we just wanted to-" They start.

"Apologize again?" I ask.

"Yeah." Jack says. "Your back must be really sore."

"And I nearly sent you to an early grave." Andrew says.

"This is betting really tiring." I sigh, sitting up. "I got something from Pomfrey for my back and I'm pretty sure if Ron didn't save me that Dumbledore or one of the many Teachers would have prevented my death." Though at the time, I was too busy thinking of falling than them being there to intervene. "Enough already. You can make up for today by playing better next time alright, and if you don't then it'll be me knocking you off your brooms." They nod, walking away with guilty looks on their faces. I'm never gonna live this down am I? I was about to turn back to the fire when Harry walks over and sits down next to me. He's probably here to console me for another of my brushes with death, which is a daily reoccurrence in his life.

"You didn't do a bad job out there." Harry says. "Sure you got hit and fell off your broom, but you still caught the Snitch in the end. I fell off my broom too in my third year here."

"You did? How?"

"There were a bunch of Dementors on the field that day and they packed a mean punch, which made me fall off my broom."

"Oh."

"Yeah, but you did good and it was only your first game with a new team, so your first game is supposed to go bad. Like me, my first game ended up with me swallowing the Snitch in my mouth."

"Really?" I laugh.

"Really." He nods. "It'll get better, I promise."

"With more practice we will, but I feel like I let everyone down." I say, looking around noticing how everyone in the Common Room was avoiding eye contact with me. "They must be so disappointed right now."

"Better disappointed then pissed. By tomorrow, they'll all be back to normal and congratulating you on that catch you made." I frown. Did he mean they were gonna congratulate me on the catch that cost us the game? "You did a good job." He tells me again. "I know I didn't say it to you before, but I'm glad you replaced me as our team Seeker. If there was anyone good enough that could fill my spot, it's you."

"So I didn't let you down?"

"Not in the slightest. I'm more happy you're alright than the fact that we lost, and it was only by ten points too."

"Thanks Harry."

"Thank you for trying out and doing your best."

AN: Yup yup, here's the second of the two chapters in one day (I'm sorry so late) update. I'm looking to put another one up soon (really) so keep an eye out for it. Other than that, as always, thanks for reading.