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Chapter Seventy-seven

Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff

The heavy mist from earlier that morning had stopped and the sky had lightened considerably, though it was still overcast.

"The ground's not too soggy, so it should be a fast push off and as long as the sun doesn't come out, it will be optimal conditions for a match. The Gryffindors have to be leading the Hufflepuffs by something like six goals if they are going to win the Cup. Otherwise Gryffindor might win the game but lose the Cup. Binns has the best beaters and he's a crack keeper. His three chasers are better than Gryffindor's though that Weasley witch is the best of the whole lot. If Ron Weasley is on his game, he's a crack keeper too. Of course Potter is by far the better of the two seekers, it should be one hell of a game…"

Taylor listened as she climbed up through the stands behind the Ravenclaw quidditch captain as he talked about the game. She had still been standing at the castle doors when Hermione had come out of the Great Hall a few minutes after the Hufflepuff team left and the two of them had walked down across the grounds together. However when Hermione started up into the Gryffindor section Taylor had waved her goodbye and headed for the Ravenclaw section. It wasn't that she was worried about the ribbing she was sure to get from her fellow Gryffindors. It was that she wanted to show the Hufflepuff that she meant what she had said. She would be cheering for him. Something hard to do amongst a crowd of Gryffindor fans.

When the two Ravenclaws stopped she pushed on past them and headed even higher in the stands until she was nearly to the top and by herself. She was scanning the pitch way below as Madame Hooch brought the case with the balls in it out and set it in the middle of the pitch. The two teams would be coming out of the changing rooms shortly. Excitement pounded through Taylor as her hands actually shook.

"It's a great day for a match don't you agree?" a dreamy voice floated up to Taylor and she looked to see Luna climbing up the stairs towards her, wearing her huge lions head once again, that she had worn in sixth year.

"Most definitely! How come you're not down with the Gryffindors? I see you are supporting them," Taylor asked as her eyes once again went to watching for the teams to emerge from the changing rooms.

"I thought that maybe you would like to have some company. Cheering for other than one's own house can be very lonely."

Taylor looked back at the Ravenclaw witch and a grin spread over her face. "Luna I think you hit the nail right on the head! I'd love to have some company, thank you!"

"Oh, no problem," Luna replied in her dreamy voice before she touched her wand to the lions head and it roared very loudly.

A few seconds later a voice boomed out over the quidditch pitch, "Welcome everyone to the last match of the year! Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor!" a huge roar filled the air as both houses attempted to out do the other. "Today's match will determine who wins the House Cup! And here come the Gryffindors onto the field!" Another roar filled the air as the Gryffindors, as well as Luna's lion, and Taylor all cheered at once.

"This will be the last match for the Gryffindor captain and seeker, Harry Potter, who is in his seventh year. Also in their final year is keeper Ronald Weasley. Chasers for Gryffindor are Ginny Weasley and…"

Taylor yelled as each team member was announced, suddenly glad that it was a Ravenclaw who was announcing the game so it wouldn't be very biased for either team.

"The Hufflepuffs are coming out now!"

Taylor yelled just as loudly as she had for the Gryffindor team, her voice lost in the roar from across the pitch where the Hufflepuffs all sat.

"The Hufflepuff captain is Barnabus Binns and he is also keeper. Beaters for the Hufflepuffs are Greg Hunter, who is in his final year and…"

Taylor thought she might lose her voice already as she screamed and whistled for the Head Boy. A couple of Ravenclaws actually turned to look up at her but she didn't care.

Taylor could feel her body quivering in excitement as her brother and Binns shook hands and then the teams mounted their brooms.

"The snitch is released, and remember the snitch is worth one hundred and fifty points. There go the Bludgers, the Quaffle's up and they're off!"

Taylor screamed again as she watched her brother soar straight up high into the air, his messy black hair whipped out of his face by the wind as he started to look for the snitch. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ginny catch the quaffle and take off for the Hufflepuff goal hoops.

"It's Weasley with the Quaffle, she's got a clear path to the Hufflepuff goal… Whoa! Look out! That was a bludger from Hunter! Nearly unseating the Gryffindor and she drops the quaffle, picked up by Connor Smith the Hufflepuff chaser!"

"Look out Ginny! Hunter! Don't you dare hit her! Nice Bludger, though Greg! Go Ginny!" Taylor yelled, earning her a few more odd looks from the nearby Ravenclaws though she was too wrapped up in the game to notice.

A few minutes later Ron missed a quaffle and the Hufflepuffs scored.

"That's all right Ron, get the next one! You are our King, Ron! Good work Hufflepuff!" Taylor's voice was drowned out by the cheers of the Hufflepuffs and the announcer's voice.

"Hufflepuffs score! Ten to zero. It's Weasley with the quaffle, look at the witch fly!"

"Go Ginny! Go! Yes… Yes!" Taylor's hand punched the air as the Gryffindors roared for Ginny's goal.

And so it went nearly goal for goal. The keepers were playing a spectacular game. It was just that the chasers for each team were playing equally as well.

"The score is all tied up at fifty a piece, what a game! Oh! Holy smokes! Hunter caught that bludger and missed the Gryffindor seeker Potter by just a few inches as Potter flew past one of his chasers! And Potter looks mad! Watch yourself Hunter! The Gryffindors won't take kindly to that!"

"Harry!" Taylor screeched as she actually ducked as she watched how close the bludger had come to hitting her brother. "Hunter you goon! You leave Harry alone!"

The game got steadily dirtier after that, as a beater for Gryffindor smashed a bludger at Binns, hitting the Hufflepuff captain a glancing blow. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and gave the Hufflepuffs a free shot that Ron saved.

A few minutes later Hunter hit the bludger once more, though this time at one of the Gryffindor chasers with the quaffle. The beater for Gryffindor sent it back at Hunter, but when he went to swing at it the other Gryffindor beater swung his bat and hit Hunter in the side instead of the bludger. The sickening thump was easily heard and nearly took the Hufflepuff beater off his broom.

"Hunter! Merlin, Greg!" Taylor yelled as she watched him slowly head for the ground, holding his side, as Binns called for a time out. Taylor raced down through the stands jumping from seat to seat instead of taking the stairs and was trembling from fear as well as anger as she reached the bottom and ran out to the Hufflepuff team, thankfully not far from the stands.

"… do you think they are broken?" Binns was asking as she elbowed her way through the Hufflepuff players to get to the Head Boy in the middle, as he had a hand wrapped around his middle holding it. "What do you think you are doing here?" Binns demanded when he caught sight of the Gryffindor witch.

Taylor ignored him completely as she stopped in front of Greg. She could see his face had paled and he was breathing rather shallowly. "Let me see." Taylor commanded as she reached out and pulled his hand away from his side and pulled up his yellow jersey to see his side.

"Binns! Is your beater going to be able to keep playing?" Madame Hooch called down to the Hufflepuff team captain.

Taylor glanced up at the Head Boy's blue eyes and saw the pain in them.

"Porter do you think you can fix him or what?" Binns asked quietly, wondering what the witch was up to.

"Give me a sec." Her wand came into her hand as she felt the spell she needed form on her tongue. She could see the Head Boy's eyes widen as hers darkened and her necklace burned, barely muttering the words, she looked down at Greg's ribs. She sighed in relief after a moment. "His ribs aren't broken only bruised. I can bandage them up. They're going to hurt like hell, but as long as you don't get hit in the ribs again, you'll be fine until the game ends." Giving her wand a wave bandages flew out and wrapped around the Head Boy's ribs tightly. Her time spent in the Hospital Wing wasn't a complete waste anyway.

"How do you feel Greg? Do you think you can keep playing?" Binns asked.

Greg looked down at his witch, he could see the darkness fading from her eyes, "Yeah, I'm good to go." He heard Binns telling Madame Hooch, his eyes never left hers. "You shouldn't…"

"Be careful! Those bandages will not stop your ribs from breaking!" Taylor cut off the Head Boy. "Now I believe you have a quidditch game to play." Taylor turned and walked out through the Hufflepuff players, a movement above her made her look up to see her brother hovering thirty or so feet above her. His eyes when they met hers were inscrutable and she merely shrugged at him before heading back up into the stands.

"Well it looks like Hunter is going to be able to keep playing! I think I've seen it all! Porter from Gryffindor went to see Hunter, who looked like he was out of the game, and did something to the Hufflepuff and he's back in the game! Of course everyone knows Hunter and Porter are dating but what will the Gryffindors think now if Hunter manages to connect with one of his magnificent Bludgers!"

Taylor was only half listening as she climbed all the back up to the top row where Luna was still waiting.

"Hufflepuff scores on the free throw…"

Taylor groaned. If the Hufflepuffs won… she'd probably be sleeping in an empty classroom for a week before she was allowed back into Gryffindor Tower. Of course the Hufflepuffs might let her sleep in their study room.

"I think you did the right thing. It is only a game after all." Luna said dreamily when Taylor reached her and turned to watch the game.

"Yeah tell them that." Taylor grumbled as she glanced again over at the Gryffindor stands where Seamus, Dean and a couple of other Gryffindors were making obscene gestures at her. Taylor flipped them the finger.

"And Hufflepuff scores again! That makes it eighty to fifty!"

"Come on Ron! You can save those! Come on Gryffindor!" Taylor yelled.

Taylor resumed cheering as the chasers fought for the quaffle, elbows were thrown as well as the odd fist. She cheered the loudest when Gryffindor had the quaffle but she still cheered the Hufflepuffs on as well. Ginny was able to score again, before Hufflepuff, after a flurry of throws at the Gryffindor goal, put it past Ron at last.

A few minutes later she watched as her brother called a timeout and the Gryffindors all landed around their captain. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as she worried her bottom lip. Nerves made her foot jiggle and her hands constantly stay in motion.

Feeling like she was being watched she glanced up to see the Head Boy hovering not far from her. She smiled up at him and he returned it, before heading back out over the pitch.

"Well let's see if Potter was able to give his team any words of wisdom as the Gryffindor team heads back up into the air! The Quaffle's up and they're off!"

It wasn't ten minutes later when the Hufflepuff captain called a timeout.

"Well with the score at eighty to sixty it is still anybody's game! The two seekers have yet to spot the snitch, so all the work has gone to the chasers, and Miss Weasley has an impressive four goals so far in this game…"

Taylor watched as the Hufflepuffs mounted their brooms again, and saw Greg shaking his head at Binns as he mounted his broom.

A short while later Taylor had a good idea why the Head Boy had been shaking his head. When not far from where she stood…

"Oh! It looks like Weir has spotted the snitch! He's in a dive! Potter right on his broomtail! Holy Merlin!"

Taylor watched in horror as the Hufflepuff seeker streaked between the other Hufflepuff beater and two chasers. The Hufflepuffs slammed into Harry as they closed off the lane that Weir had used. There was sickening crunch as the three Hufflepuffs collided with the Gryffindor seeker.

"NO!" Taylor's scream ripped out of her throat and she took off again racing down through the stands even as she watched her brother emerge from the mass of bodies clinging to his broom, with blood covering his face. He had barely touched down on the pitch when Taylor burst out of the stands and raced towards him.

She wasn't the first to reach him though. A small crowd of Gryffindors plus the team were already there. She blindly pushed through the crowd needing to get to her brother when a hand caught her above the elbow, her own momentum swinging her around to see who had a hold of her arm.

"This is the Gryffindor side, Porter!" Seamus snapped angrily.

Taylor didn't even stop to think she just hauled back her fist and plowed it into the wizard's nose. There was another sickening crunch and blood started to pour out of his busted nose.

"Let go of me Finnigan or the next one will be between your legs!" Taylor ground out and the wizard let go of her, howling about his nose. Another hand caught her arm and Taylor cocked her fist back.

"Taylor! Bloody Hell!" Ron bit out.

Taylor didn't say anything, only nodded and let her friend lead her to her brother. Hermione and Ginny were already there kneeling beside him.

"Harry, how many fingers am I holding up?" Ginny asked in a tight voice as she had her hand on his chest holding him down.

"Dammit Ginny I don't need to see your fingers, just the snitch!" Harry said in an unsteady voice.

Taylor dropped to her knees as she surveyed the damage. There was a nasty gash on his forehead, as well as one under one eye where it looked like his glasses had cut him. His glasses were broken and hanging off the side of his face. His lip was split and another cut on his neck was bleeding.

"Potter, you hurt any where except your empty head?" Taylor asked in a sharp voice and saw her brother attempt a smile.

"No, just bruised." She could tell when he looked up at her, that his head was clearing. His green eyes focused on her, even if he was squinting.

"Here, Harry," Hermione said in a concerned voice as she took his glasses off and with a flick of her wand repaired them and handed them back to him.

"Thanks Hermione."

"You don't happen to have any of that healing potion with you do you, Hermione?" Taylor asked and saw her friend shake her head.

"Weasley, is Potter going to be able to return to play?" Madame Hooch asked from above.

Ron glanced down at his best mate, "Yes! Just give me a second Ron!" Harry said as he pushed Ginny's hand off his chest and sat up.

Taylor watched as the blood started to run into her brother's eyes and frowned. She really needed to look up a spell to stop cuts from bleeding! Palming her wand she gave it a wave and a strip of bandage flew out. "Here Harry this should keep some of the blood out of your eyes." Wrapping a ribcage up with magic was easy, but a head was a lot more difficult so she did it the old fashioned way. When she had wrapped the bandage around his head enough to soak up the blood, she tied it off and then siphoned the rest of the blood off him.

"Thanks Taylor," Harry said with a small smile, before he stood up, wavering slightly on his feet. "Okay team! Let's go!"

Taylor caught her brother's arm before he could mount his broom. "Harry, that wasn't an accident. Binns planed that move!"

A half smile came to her brother's face. "I know. He's going to live to regret it too."

"Be careful!" Taylor warned. Harry nodded and mounted his Firebolt.

Hermione joined Taylor and the two witches walked back to the stands and up.

"Potter looks to be okay as he takes his position up high. The Quaffle's up and the game is back on!"

Taylor was furious at Binns. The Hufflepuffs had deliberately tried to take her brother out of the game. Fuming she stopped beside her friend to watch the game.

"Porter, you figure out which house you're in finally?" a Gryffindor sixth year taunted.

Taylor turned around slowly and glared up at the wizards standing behind her. "Keep it up and I'll break your nose too!" she fired back and saw with satisfaction that the leering looks fell off their faces, as they all glanced at Seamus who had just reached the stands holding a blood soaked rag to his face.

"Barmy witch!" was the only other thing she heard from them for the rest of the game.

"It's Gryffindor with the quaffle. Oh nice bludger, Hunter!"

Taylor yelled with the rest of the Gryffindors, even as she cringed for the Head Boy as he swung his bat knowing his side had to be killing him. Only a slight flinch after he swung gave away how much it had to hurt.

Still angry at Binns, Taylor quit cheering for the Hufflepuffs and only cheered for Greg. Though usually it was drowned out by the many voices around her cheering at the same time.

Watching her brother circling the field far above, she could easily pick him out even among the other Gryffindors, because of the white bandage that stood out starkly against his black hair. She was relieved to see that he seemed to be fine. The Hufflepuff seeker shadowing him as Harry continued to search for the snitch.

If anything, the Hufflepuff attack on Harry spurred the Gryffindor team on to play even harder. Ginny scored on the two free throws awarded to Gryffindor for Hufflepuff's unnecessary roughness to the Gryffindor seeker.

The Hufflepuffs responded by trying to get the quaffle past Ron, who seemed just as determined to keep it out.

Taylor cheering wildly heard Hermione start to sing and she quickly joined in, as did others, until the grounds echoed with the song.

"Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

He didn't let the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King…

Weasley can save anything,

He never leaves a single ring,

That's why Gryffindors all sing,

Weasley is our King!"

"And Weasley makes another spectacular save! Listen to those Gryffindors sing! The Gryffindors have the quaffle now. They pass it back and forth, Weasley shoots… And she scores! Gryffindor have tied it up with the Hufflepuffs! Each with eighty points…"

The Gryffindors cheered wildly and took up their chant again, as the Hufflepuffs stormed back but Ron made save after save, before Ginny stole the quaffle again and narrowly missing a bludger, put it past Binns.

"Gryffindor finally take the lead! Ninety to eighty!"

Taylor watched her brother as he looped the pitch, now keeping the Hufflepuff seeker close as well. A sudden movement and both seekers were in a dive. Flashing past where she was standing, Taylor could see that Harry was trying to force the other seeker off course to keep him from catching the snitch. It seemed to work as soon both seekers rose up and started searching once again.

"Weir needs to catch the snitch before the Gryffindors get a six goal lead or not only will Hufflepuff lose the match but also the Quidditch Cup!"

Screaming and then singing, the Gryffindors watched as the beaters on both teams tried to knock the Bludgers into the opposing team, as the chasers streaked about after the quaffle. Slowly, the grit of the Gryffindors came through and the score inched up, one goal, three goals…

"Weasley scores again! Gryffindor now in the lead one hundred forty to eighty! That witch is amazing! What a game!"

Now the Hufflepuff seeker was right on Harry. His job now to keep the Gryffindor from getting the snitch. Harry had no intention of letting that happen, as he scanned the pitch for the little gold ball.

In the stands, Taylor and Hermione screamed wildly as the Head Boy connected his bat to a bludger sending it at Ginny, but at the last second the Gryffindor beater swooped down and smashed it right back at the Hufflepuff, who had to roll in mid air to avoid it.

"It looks like Potter's seen the snitch!"

Taylor's head whipped around to see her brother in a steep climb, the Hufflepuff seeker hard on his tail.

"Come on Harry! Come on!" Taylor yelled into the sea of noise around her.

And then she caught sight of the snitch, just a gold flash, ahead of her brother as he laid flat on his broom reaching for it. Taylor cried her encouragement as Harry cut this way and that, getting closer and closer to the snitch.

"Yes! Yes! Harry! Yes!" Taylor and Hermione's voices spiked several octaves above normal as they jumped up and down, and then hugged one another in their euphoria, before heading for the pitch where the Gryffindor team was slowly descending, a mass of red robes all hugging one another.

"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins the game! As well as the Quidditch House Cup!"

A/N Sorry to all those who were hoping that Hufflepuff would win... I am a Gryffindor supporter through and through! :D Plus it set the stage nicely for the next chapter! ;) Well hopefully you enjoyed this game... or ah chapter :)

Thank you to all those who left a review! I am sorry for not replying yet(I am going to as soon as I post this chapter!) but weekends are getting busy here. Thank you to those who Alerted and Favorited as well thank you to my beta barbc! Well unitl next time, cytpotter.