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Chapter Sixty-two

Quidditch

The next three weeks were relatively quiet for the five Gryffindors and Head Boy. Of course there were a few tense moments.

Harry and Ginny were released from the hospital Tuesday morning and even though the six of them missed their whole first class, they were able to get into the Room of Requirements, where the Horcruxes and thankfully Taylor's wand were found. Harry had been ready to seriously jinx any Slytherin who he suspected of attacking his sister and Ron, Ginny and the Hufflepuff were ready to back him up too! However Taylor, with a truly mischievous glint in her eye, talked them out of it. Making Hermione, who was also Head Girl, very happy until she saw the look in Taylor's eyes.

Then later that day, Ron confronted Greg and demanded to know what his problem was, and then proceeded to set the Hufflepuff straight that nothing was going on between Harry and Taylor. A dented wall and a broken sink later, the two seemed to come to an understanding.

The Hufflepuff admitted to himself that he was jealous of his witch's and Potter's relationship, but after his talk with Weasley, the green-eyed monster, that wasn't Potter, slunk away for a while. It helped that his witch made every effort to include him in everything she did, from studying to her incredible training room that she worked from in the Room of Requirements. It was like a fire was lit under his witch when she got her wand back and she threw herself into training, in private and in her research sessions with Shacklebolt. In the Room of Requirements though, he was amazed as he watched his witch practice, the power and grace… of course his witch wasn't satisfied with letting him watch and soon he too noticed that he was getting better and faster with his defensive spells.

The funniest thing to happen was the Friday morning before the Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch match. The Head Boy arrived in the Great Hall to find the three Gryffindor witches already sitting at their table. He had taken to sitting across from his witch because Potter and Weasley usually sat across from their girlfriends. This morning however, his witch motioned for him to sit beside her as did Hermione and Ginny do the same to their boyfriends. Breakfast preceded the same as usual. There was a lot of excited talk about the upcoming match, however when the morning post owls arrived there was a commotion over by the far wall where the Slytherin table was. Sitting where he was, he could look directly across at the Slytherins.

Suddenly every Slytherin from fourth year up was sporting bright neon pink hair and red writing across their faces that read 'Go Gryffindor Go!' The entire rest of the school was in stitches as they laughed at the Slytherins. The three Gryffindor witches glanced at one another and smiled knowingly. The best thing though, was when the Slytherins tried to get rid of either the writing or the pink hair. The more they tried to remove the writing the brighter it glowed. By noon some Slytherins could be seen in the dim corridors glowing red. With the hair, the more they tried to get rid of the color the longer it grew, still bright neon pink. By lunch many had pink hair almost to the floor.

The Head Mistress had walked down past the Gryffindor table glaring around but she couldn't prove anything and the three witches' innocent looks were rather convincing. When a few minutes later, Lupin walked down past, Taylor had lifted her glass of pumpkin juice towards him. "Long live the Marauders!" she called softly and winked.

The Gryffindor versus Slytherin match was what one would expect. Dirty. By the time a half hour had gone by, Gryffindor was up 90 to 30, forty of those points coming from penalty shots! Taylor and Hermione were screaming themselves hoarse as Ron made several spectacular saves and Ginny scored again and again. It was when Harry went into an impressive dive, the score 130 to 50, that Taylor truly thought she'd lose her voice. When her brother's hand punched the air triumphantly with the snitch firmly in his grasp, the Gryffindor stands went wild!

Taylor and Hermione had pushed their way bodily through the crowd and were some of the first onto the pitch to reach the Gryffindor team. Taylor threw her arms around her brother and hugged him in her joy, and kissed him on his cheek grinning from ear to ear! Then she turned and did the same to Ron who laughed and swung her around before sitting her back on the ground. Taylor hugged Ginny next and the two witches laughed and hugged again. It was only then that Taylor caught sight of the tall Head Boy standing at the edge of the growing crowd watching her. He had obviously seen her show of affection for her brother. His lips were drawn into a thin line and his blue eyes turning to ice. Taylor released Ginny and pushing her way through the crowd again. She stopped in front of the tall Hufflepuff, throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down to her as she stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him on the lips. After a second he responded as his arms snaked around her and pulled her against him. It was only a few minutes before wolf-whistles were heard as well as repeated calls 'to get a room'.

The Gryffindor common room was filled with cheers and excited chatter, but after congratulating her brother and the others again, Taylor had pulled the Head Boy out through the portal and to an empty broom cupboard. Ginny and Hermione all too happy to keep their respective boyfriends busy enough not to notice.

It was a little over a week after the game at lunchtime, the Head Boy and Taylor sat at the Hufflepuff table, a common occurrence, when he turned to her and asked. "So what have you got planned for this Saturday afternoon?"

Taylor looked up from her plate where she was currently in a magical tug of war with Sally-Anne over a roll. "Ah…"

"Yes! Thanks Greg!" Sally-Anne said with a grin as she took a bite of the roll.

"Yeah, thanks Greg." Taylor griped. She couldn't help but grin as the Head Boy levitated another roll onto her plate with an exasperated look.

"So do you have any plans?" Greg asked again.

"Yeah, besides sneaking off to a broom cupboard!" Called Connor as he made a kissing motion with his lips.

"You have really mature friends you know," Taylor said as she rolled her eyes but then flicked her wand and vanished Connor's nose. The whole table laughed as his voice sounded funny as he asked what was wrong. She waved her wand again to restore it a few minutes later.

"You should get better control over your witch, Hunter!" Connor grumbled.

"I probably would have vanished something else! So consider yourself lucky!" Greg said in a warning tone as he glared at his roommate.

Later that afternoon, Taylor was sitting in History of Magic trying to stay awake as Professor Binns droned on and on. She was trying to take notes but as of yet her parchment was blank. It was a few minutes before she noticed the writing that had suddenly appeared on her parchment. With a bit of a start she read.

So beautiful, what class are you in? You never did say what you are doing this Saturday?

Taylor's grin grew as she dipped her quill into the ink and after muttering the spell began to write back.

Hey Hufflepuff. I'm in History what about you?

Transfiguration. So what about Saturday?

Nothing special I guess. Why?

We are having a fun game of quidditch, you know to relax before our next game in two weeks. Thought you'd like to play. You do know how to fly don't you?

Me? Fly? Sure! On a Hippogriff and a Thestral. But I haven't been on a broom since first year.

You've been on a Thestral? Cool! So what do you say? Play quidditch Saturday with me?

Taylor thought for a moment, and then pointed her wand at her brother's parchment that was of course blank and after muttering the spell she took another piece of parchment and wrote.

Potter can I borrow your Firebolt Saturday?

Noting he was half asleep she flicked her wand and a few drops of water hit him in the face. Turning he looked at her and she motioned to his desk. She saw him read the note then glance at her again before filling his quill and writing back.

What do you want with my broom?

Oh come on Potter, can I borrow it please?

Why?

Hufflepuff's are having a fun game and I want to play! And I don't want to use the slow, wobbly school brooms.

You can but only if you promise to knock Hunter off his broom! Or the Hufflepuff seeker would do! Taylor looked at the scratchy writing and recognized it as Ron's.

Buzz off Weasley! So what do you say Potter? Can I please?

You are a right pain in the behind you know that Porter? But yes you can borrow my broom. As long as only you use it! I don't want any Hufflepuffs riding on it!

Taylor grinned at her brother before pulling the other piece of parchment out and answering the Head Boy.

You're on Hufflepuff! Just name the time!

By Saturday Taylor was really excited. This would be the first time she'd been on a broom since first year and she'd never played quidditch, even if this was just a fun game. Her brother and the Gryffindor team had practice that morning so she ate quickly and she and Hermione headed down to the quidditch pitch to watch the last of the practice and to get her brother's Firebolt.

Standing outside the change rooms after the practice, Taylor fidgeted with her wand as she and Hermione waited for the team to conclude their meeting and come out. Harry had promised to give her a bit of a lesson before he left her his broom.

Still in his quidditch robes he finally came out, the rest of the tired, dirty team shouldered their brooms and headed for the castle, all except Ron and Ginny.

"Okay Porter let's go." Harry said handing his sister his Firebolt and keeping Ginny's Cleansweep so he could go up in the air with her.

Taylor grinned as she walked with her brother out onto the quidditch pitch.

"Now step on, that's it. You don't need a death grip. There that's better. Now remember, all you need to do is push off gently. Push down to go down and pull up to rise." Harry explained as he helped to adjust his sister. "Now this is a lot faster then any school broom, just be careful. Ready?"

Taylor looked over at her brother. The butterflies in her stomach were flapping around trying to get out but she wanted to do this so bad! Nodding she pushed off the ground gently with her toe and she rose up off the ground to hover about ten feet above her brother as he mounted Ginny's broom and joined her.

"Now let's just take it easy and fly around the pitch a few times."

The moment she rose into the air the butterflies vanished, and she instinctively leaned a little forward and the broom went forward. She was fascinated as she weaved gently back and forth and then up and down getting the feel of the broom. Her brother was watching her closely from a few feet below as if to catch her if she fell. The Firebolt seemed to respond to her lightest touch and she began to know why he loved this broom so much.

When they returned to where they had started Harry called, "Okay that wasn't bad. How does it feel?"

Taylor glanced down at her brother a big grin on her face. "Potter, now this is flying!" And she leaned forward and sped off down the pitch flying much more erratically this time, the wind whipping past her face. She pulled up on the handle and began to climb high in the sky before pushing it and racing for the ground, pulling up just feet from the ground.

Harry let her just play for about twenty minutes, as he watched his sister on his broom. He had to admit she was a natural just like him. He could see her slowly increasing her speed and the difficulty of the moves she was doing and he wondered for a few moments if he shouldn't have given his sister a broom last year. She'd probably make a good quidditch player.

Lifting his whistle to his lips, he gave it a blow and when his sister pulled up in front of him he asked, "How about I grab a quaffle and we pass it back and forth? Get you used to steering with one hand?" Taylor's huge grin was answer enough.

The next half hour Harry patiently taught his sister how to throw and receive the quaffle, as well as carry it while flying.

Taylor was having a wonderful time! One of those rare moments, she knew even now, that she would treasure for the rest of her life. She'd always remember how her brother looked, in his quidditch robes passing her the quaffle and then she would catch it and off they'd tear up the pitch to throw it at a hoop.

Grinning, Harry pulled up beside his sister as he easily held the quaffle in his hand. "Not bad Porter. Not bad at all."

"Thanks. That was a lot of fun! We should do this again sometime!" Her brother just grinned back at her as he headed for the ground where Hermione, Ginny and Ron were waiting.

"Pretty impressive, Porter! How come you never tried out for the team anyway?" Ginny called as they landed.

Taylor just shrugged. "I never had a broom I guess."

The five-some headed up towards the castle talking about flying and brooms.

"Hey Porter! There you are! Hunter's been looking for you!" Sally-Anne called as soon as they walked in the large oak doors. "Hey Greg I found her!"

Taylor looked toward the marble stairs as the Head Boy trotted down glancing curiously at the Gryffindors. "Harry was just showing me how to fly." she explained.

"Oh… well the rest of them have already headed down to the pitch. Are you ready?" The Hufflepuff asked, a little put out that his witch didn't ask him to teach her how to fly instead of Potter.

"Sure!" Taylor said with a grin. "I'll see you guys later!" The others waved as they told her good luck and to have fun and that they'd be down to watch as soon as they grabbed a bite to eat and changed out of their quidditch robes.

The Hufflepuff and Taylor set out across the grounds again each balancing their brooms on their shoulders. They were nearly to the quidditch pitch when the Hufflepuff asked, "That's Potter's Firebolt isn't it?"

Taylor grinned up at the Hufflepuff as she asked, "Scared Hufflepuff?"

Greg rolled his eyes. "Not likely."

"So what do you fly?" Taylor asked curiously as she peered up at his broom

"Nimbus 2000. It's a good broom." The Hufflepuff said fondly as the witch nodded. "So here's how we are going to play. Josh Binns is our captain, you've met him. Anyway he thought we'd split into two teams and use a snitch as well as the quaffle. He has his own snitch, so we'd better not lose it! Anyway he thought we could play four chasers, a keeper and a seeker, and then rotate the other players in every ten minutes. That way everyone gets a turn, plus no one is stuck in one position for too long."

"So no Bludgers?" Taylor asked just to make sure.

"No! This is a friendly game, so no ones going to play beater."

Taylor nodded as they walked onto the pitch and saw a group gathered around the Hufflepuff captain, a stout sixth year who played keeper. He waved them over as he divided the people into two teams. He pointed Taylor over to the black team and Greg over to the yellow team. After he went over the rules, he released the snitch and then threw the quaffle into the air.

The two teams rose up into the air and Taylor found herself taking a turn as a chaser. Binns had split the teams up so that the black team had three regular players and the yellow had four, though to even things up a little Binns was on Taylor's team and he was playing keeper mostly. She didn't know a couple of the players very well but Connor she recognized.

"Hey Gryffindor! Do you think you can handle that broom?" Connor called as he caught the quaffle and made to pass it to her.

"I think I can manage!" Taylor called back as she caught the ball and tipped forward speeding up the pitch.

Taylor played chaser for the next little while before she was waved in to take her turn sitting off. When it was her turn to return to the play, the player she was replacing had been playing seeker. Taylor grinned as she mounted her brother's broom and pushed off hard, rising fast through the air. This was where she really wanted to have a turn and as she caught a glimpse of the other seeker on the yellow team she noted that it was, in fact, the Hufflepuff seeker. Racing up the pitch, she began looking around for the little gold ball. She stayed fairly close to the other seeker but she really didn't want to be too close. She could see Greg as he played chaser passing the quaffle far below.

Suddenly the other seeker wheeled and in a steep dive headed for the ground. Taylor copied the maneuver and threw herself flat on her brother's broom and the Firebolt responded, speeding up until the wind tore past Taylor's ears in a roar. She could see she was catching up to the other seeker as the ground was fast approaching. She was nearly level with them when they pulled up suddenly and Taylor realized it had been a feint to see if she'd follow. Pulling hard she was able to keep from smashing into the ground, but she went spinning off across the pitch as she over adjusted and nearly fell off. Clutching the handle tightly she righted herself and then rose up high in the air once more, noticing the satisfied smirk on the other seeker's face.

So much for a friendly game, she thought as she looked around. Then she saw it, a glint of gold at the far end of the pitch. Again Taylor threw her weight forward and shot off, gaining speed rapidly. She could see the other seeker doing the same out of the corner of her eye. Laying nearly flat on the Firebolt, she was amazed at the speed. The other seeker was starting to fall behind. Then Taylor realized she might have another problem, going as fast as she was, was she going to be able to let go of the broom with one hand and catch the snitch before she was by it? She didn't have long to ponder it when suddenly someone cut in front of her. Pulling hard she barely missed them but in her effort to avoid the yellow player she had pulled a little too hard and spun away in a tight barrel roll. Clinging to the broom for dear life, it was a few heart-stopping moments before she could get control again.

"Hey Porter! You okay?" Connor called as he looked up at her, impressed.

"Yeah, as soon as the world stops spinning!" Taylor answered back dryly waiting for her pounding heart to slow. It was time to change positions then and she went back to chaser.

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione climbed into the seats to watch. They had finished eating lunch and changed, so Harry had wanted to come watch his sister and the others had wanted to as well.

Looking around the pitch, he found her right away, passing the quaffle to a teammate. With a practiced eye he watched, noting that she was a little loose on the broom at times, and her passing could use some work, but considering this was only her second time on a broom and first time playing quidditch… she wasn't half bad.

He grinned when she was able to throw it through the hoop and he could see her smile as she high-fived the other chasers. Then it was her turn to try keeper and he groaned as she let two easy goals in. The next one she saved and then missed the next three. Shaking his head, he decided a keeper she most definitely wasn't. The captain in him would have loved to go down when it was her turn to sit off and give her some pointers but he refrained, this was for fun after all. So he watched the players who he knew were the actual Hufflepuff team, taking note of their moves and trying to see if there were any holes he could use. The team players were, of course, the best ones out there, but with a surge of pride he knew his sister was a very close second.

When his sister mounted his broom again, he watched her as she kicked off, pleased to see that it was a smooth takeoff. A smile pulled at his lips when he realized she was playing seeker. He was curious to see if she was any good at his position.

Watching her as she rose high in the sky, he noted that the yellow seeker was the actual one, and he shifted closer to the edge of his seat staring intently at the two dots high in the sky. He saw how she followed the yellow seeker but not too closely and he nodded absently in approval. The yellow seeker looped back and forth over the pitch and his sister loosely copied the movements, then suddenly the yellow seeker dove and Taylor followed. His eyes darted ahead of the two streaking seekers to look for the snitch, but he couldn't see anything. Glancing back he saw his sister pulling up and wondered if maybe she wasn't comfortable in the steep dive but to his amazement she didn't actually pull up but veered sharply and headed up the pitch laying flat on the Firebolt, the yellow seeker in hot pursuit. So the yellow seeker had used a feint. He stored that little bit of information away.

His sister flashed past him and he watched as she headed for the opposing goal hoops getting closer and closer to the ground as the end stands loomed closer and closer. He couldn't see the snitch but… At the last minute Taylor pulled up and rose straight up in the air, the yellow seeker scrambling to turn and not run into the stands. He could have sworn his sister stuck her tongue out before going back to looping the pitch. A smirk spread across his face, his sister had pulled a feint from a feint.

"Come on Taylor. Come on, find it." Harry muttered as he watched her searching high above, keeping the yellow seeker within a close distance but searching herself.

A glint of gold at the far end of the pitch made the yellow seeker wheel, Taylor just a fraction of a second slower. It was a race, the yellow seeker was laying flat on his broom and had a good lead but his sister was lying flat too.

"Come on Taylor! Move faster Bolt, faster!" Harry called softly as he encouraged his broom to go faster. The distance between the two seekers was decreasing rapidly, and narrowing his eyes he could see that not only was his sister laying flat on his broom but she had slid her hands forward so she looked like she was diving. She was at the other seeker's broom tail, and then the shoulder and then neck and neck. Taylor's hand came off the Firebolt as she reached for the snitch that was darting just in front of the two seekers.

"Grab it! Come on grab it!" Harry muttered as he came to his feet to see better.

"Yes!" Harry's hand punched the air as his sister's hand closed on the snitch and he grinned looking over at the others to see them cheering and grinning. Extremely proud, he watched as the Hufflepuffs on the black team all congratulated his sister, before they released the snitch again and continued to play. Taylor flew past him a few minutes later and gave him a thumbs up before racing off after the quaffle. She was playing chaser again.

Harry stayed for the rest of the afternoon, and though his sister didn't catch the snitch again, he was thrilled to see that she was steadily becoming a more confident flier. She wasn't a half bad chaser, but he could see that her true passion, like his, was seeker. He didn't need to ask his sister if she was having fun. The huge grin that was on her face each time she flew past him, or the laughter he could hear from her at times, more than gave him the answer.

A/N So there Taylor got her wand back and got to play a game of quidditch, even if it was just a fun game. I always wanted to write about Taylor playing quidditch and when I first started this story many years ago I thought that as I wrote the years I would put her in... then I realized that I wasn't very good at writting the years that were already written so I just started with the seventh year that wasn't out yet... well at the time it wasn't. So Taylor quiditch playing kind of got cut so this is my outlet for wanting to write those scenes! ;) I really had fun writting about Taylor getting back at the Slytherins as well... she is after all James Potters daughter so I could see her pulling a prank or two given the chance! Hope you enjoyed!

I want to thank those who left a review! Love them! As well thank you to those who Alerted and Favorited this story! And again thank you for just reading! Thanks to my wonderful beta barbc for making this story what it is. And I seldon do this but we are just about to start another whirl-wind roller coaster ride of a sequence of events... so hope you are ready to hang on! :D Well until next time, cytpotter.