Gone Awry

by Recyclable

After her parents were murdered by Death Eaters, Ash is left to fend for herself until her family from England come and get her out of the slumps. Throughout the summer they mended her back to life and when the new school year starts, she's excited to go to Hogwarts with her cousins, Ron and Ginny Weasley. But when she gets sorted into Slytherin her plans go awry... REVIEW PLEASE!

50. Chapter 49 - Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Today was the big day.

Today they were fighting the hardest game of the year.

Today the banners called for the Quididitch game of the year.

Green vs. Red

Silver vs. Gold

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!

"Oi Potter!" the Weasley girl in the green cape called from the other side of the Great Hall. Glancing up at the sound of his name, the brown haired boy with the emerald green eyes and the scar on his forehead saw the Slytherin Captain looking at him.

"Yes?"

"Don't forget our little bet, my love! You'll be running round the school naked in no time at all!" she yelled and the Slytherin table cheered loudly at her unspoken promise as well as the girls from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

"Oh yeah? That's new, as far as I see it, it'll be you flashing us all!" he yelled back, followed by a cheer of the Gryffindor table. As well as the boys from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

It had surprised the whole student body at the colours that the Great Hall had been tainted in. Normally it was pretty clear that three fourth of the crowd were clothed in red, while only the Slytherin table wore green. Today however the Hall was pretty much divided in half. Most of the girls wearing green. And most of the boys were wearing red. Rather than rooting for the team it seemed as if they were just trying to cheer for the team, whose victory would ensure that the captain of the other gender had to strip and run.

Ash laughed at Harrys comeback and winked at him before returning to her food.

"I still can't believe that you agreed to this stupid bet!" Blaise sighed and shook his head.

"Oh come on, bets like these are the whole fun in games like these." Ash chuckled happily as she let her eyes sweep over the hall, "and look at all this green! I'm really starting to get excited about this game!" she grinned.

"But their only cheering for us, in order to see Potter naked," Tracy argued.

"So? Who cares, they still want us to win, don't they?"

"I guess so..." Tracy sighed, but then smiled cheerfully. "Well, I just hope you'll kick their asses!"

"We definitely will!," Ash grinned and looked down the table at the other Slytherin Quidditch team members.

They were now sitting in front of her, eyes wide and excited as the listened to her word.

"All right guys! This is it. This is the final game, the game in which we will decide who will get this years Quidditch Cup!" the Slytherin Captain said as she walked up and down in front of her Team.

"We had an awesome start at the beginning of the year, and even though the last game didn't grace us with the best outcome, it is clear that we are the best of the best, we are the team that will win this freaking Cup this year!" she yelled.

"And do you know why? We will win because we deserve it! We deserve to win this freaking cup!"

"I don't want to see any slacking off this time around! I know all of you are able to try it again next year, but this year is my last opportunity to get that freaking shiny Cup and I want it in my hands in the next hour or so! Do you understand?"

The Slytherins nodded their heads.

"I cant hear you!" she shouted, and this time received a louder response, but it was still not enough.

"I still can not hear you! What will we do?" she yelled even louder.

"We will crush Gryffindor!" the Slytherins yelled.

Again she pushed forward her ear and yelled "What will we do?"

"We Will Crush Gryffindor!" her team mates yelled as loud as they could.

"Exactly! We will go out there and we will crush those Gryffindors!" The captain yelled and the Slytherin Team cheered at her words, jumping onto their feet and roaring for victory.

Watching them with a proud smile on her face, Ash nodded her head approvingly and grabbed her bat and broom.

"Lets go," she called and lead the way from the changing room towards the pitch, where they could already hear the crowds roars and cheers calling out to them...

"Welcome to the last game of the season! SLYTHERIN vs. GRYFFIDOR!" Amelia voice echoed through the stadium as the two teams entered the field and the crowd roared in anticipation.

As the teams made their way towards Madam Hootch, who was waiting in the centre of the pitch, both Captains let their eyes sweep over the crowd and the sky. Pulling a grimace, Ash looked back at her fellow team mates.

"Looks like its gonna pour," she told them, just as they could hear thunder rolling towards them. "Best you summon your goggles." As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw her team get out their wands and soon seven goggles raced towards them. Looking at the Gryffindor team, she saw that they had the same idea as them. Swiftly they let the goggles glide over their heads, and rest on their foreheads until the rain would finally reach them.

Finally they reached Madam Hootch.

"Good, I see you've got your goggles ready," she nodded approvingly. "Now, I want a nice fair and square game, do you all understand?" she asked, again looking pointedly at Ash, much to her annoyance.

"Captains shake your hands."

Smiling a little Ash walked towards Harry and stretched out her hand. "Good luck, Harry, you'll need it!" she smirked, receiving a smug smile as well.

"I think you'll need it more then us," he told her.

"Ah, that nearly sounds like a threat!" Ash joked cockily, glancing at her red haired cousins, "Tell my family that I won't go easy against them, I'm in the hope that they will do their best as well," she told him with a small smile on her lips, that showed how excited she was about the game.

"Same goes for them," Harry ensured her. "Now, show us what you're made off!"

With an determined nod both of the Captains pulled their hands back and joined their teams once again.

Slowly Madam Hootch went over to the box containing the balls and opened it. The first ball to escape was the snitch, which quickly fluttered around the eyes of the Seekers for a second, as if trying to taunt them and then flew up into the air, vanishing in the black clouds above them.

Next the Bludgers were set free from their restrains and shot away from the box into freedom, waiting for the chance to attack the witches and wizards, when they would rise into the sky.

Lastly, Hootch took out the last ball in the box, the Quaffle.

"Alright, mount your brooms!" she screamed, and the players followed suit.

Madam Hootch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle and swiftly 15 brooms rushed high, high up into the air and Madam Hootch through up the Quaffle.

"The Quaffle is released and the game begins!" Amelia screamed.

"The Quaffle is immediately taken by the Gryffindor Chaser Ginny Weasley. But whats that? A Bludger sends the Quaffle flying right out of Weasley hands and right into the hands of Breaker one of Slytherins Chasers! Who sent that Bludger? Of course! It was Weasley! Captain of the Slytherin Team Ash Weasley hit the Quaffle out of her cousins hand with the Bludger! What a game!"

"Breaker races through the air, Donot and Montague flying beside her in a triangle and forcing the Gryffindors out of the way. Once again Slytherin is showing us a very nice tactics play, this one is called the Hawkshead Attacking Formation! Now only Weasley is in the way. And with Weasley, I mean Ron Weasley, Gryffindors Keeper! Damn it! There's too many Weasley's in this game - I'll refer to their first names from now on!"

"Breaker moves the Quaffle over her head to throw - Ron watches her closely, She throws towards the left hoop! Ron moves! But no! Montague hits the Quaffle with his broom and it flies into the hands of Donot, who throws it into the wide open right hoop! 10 Points for Slytherin!"

The green crowd roar in approval as the three chasers high-fived each other.

But in that second the Quaffle was caught by Bell and swiftly they flew towards the Slytherin goal.

"Don't slack of because of one goal, you idiots!" Ash screamed at her Chasers, sending them rushing after Bell. But Bell was too far gone, swiftly she threw the Quaffle into the left hoop, Bole not being able to reach it in time.

"10 points for Gryffindor!" Amelia screamed into her microphone. "Now it stands 10:10!" cheers erupted from the red crowd as the game continued.

"Bole has the Quaffle and throws it to his team mate Montague. - Weasley, I mean Ginny interferes! She catches the Quaffle in between them and throws it into the centre hoop! Another 10 points for Gryffindor!"

"Slytherins Captain Ash Weasley is furious and is screaming at her keeper! It looks as if she wants to rip off his head! Well I guess its understandable, who would want to run through the castle ground naked!" Amelia joked, and continued watching the game unfold.

"Now she gestures to Orion! I guess their starting up their Beaters play again!

"With new determination in their eyes, the Slytherins steal the ball of the Gryffindors Chaser Robin and are headed towards the goal! Montague has the Quaffle - kicks it hard to Breaker, who weaves in and out of the opponents - she throws back to Montague - he stops while the Gryffindor team rushes past him - the Gryffindor chasers turn while Montague throws the Quaffle to Donot who leaps into the air and scores! Breaker catches it and drop kicks it back towards Montague - Montague jumps from his broom - HEADBUTTS it into the hoop! Another 10 points for Slytherin! The score is now 30:20 for Slytherin. Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley had no chance to stop this attack. The German National Teams Special Move has now fully been integrated into the Slytherins play!

"Robin has the Quaffle again - Ouch! that must hurt. Slytherin Weasley hit her straight on the back with a Bludger. - Robin lets the Quaffle fall, and Ginny catches it! The Quaffle is still in the hands of the Gryffindors! But no! Ginny lets go of the Quaffle when Orion hits her broom with the Bludger and throws her off balance. Now Donot catches the ball and zooms into the Gryffindor half of the field."

Again thunder rolled over them, closely followed by the first rain drops, which soon turned into buckets of water being thrown through the air. Cursing the players quickly pulled down their goggles and continued playing - trying to ignore the rain as much as possible.

"Donot reaches the goal - she's going to sco- No! Excellent move of Ron Weasley who intercepts the ball in the last meter and hits it to his sister Ginny Weasley. - Ginny races into the sky, the clouds blocking her out of sight! Where will she appear?

"There she is! But without the Quaffle! Where is the Quaffle!?"

Everyone was looking around the pitch searching for the Chaser with the Quaffle as suddenly Breaker appeared in front of Ron.

"SCORE FOR SLYTHERIN - Breaker must have stole the Quaffle from Ginny in the clouds because she just appeared in front of an unsuspecting Ron and sent the Quaffle into the hoop! 40:20 for Slytherin.

"Ron has the ball and passes it to Robin - Robin passes the Quaffle to Bell and together they rush towards the Slytherin goal - Weas- Ginny right behind them. Now they are using the Hawkshead Attacking Formation! - But no! Ash Weasley and Chase Orion both send a Bludger into their mids, dispersing them! Montague take this opportunity to snatch the Quaffle away form them.

"What's that! Harry Potter seems to have seen the snitch! He's heading straight towards the ground - Henry Harper, the Slytherin Seeker right at his heels. They're racing towards the ground, Harpers next to Potter! Suddenly Potter moves sideways and knocks Harper into Montague! - Montague loses the Quaffle and Ginny Weasley catches it and throws it into the Slytherins hoop! 10 points for Gryffindor by using the Bulgarian Special Move! Potter is showing Weasley that their team isn't the only one who can integrate special moves into their play.

"But Weasley is grinning! She's - she's quacking? Yes, she's making quacking sounds like a frog. It seems to be a signal for her Chasers, because they come together, Quaffle in their mids! The Chasers are passing the Quaffle to each other - while the Gryffindor chasers are trying to catch snatch the Quaffle away, without success. Breaker - Donot - Montague - Donot - Montague - Breaker - Do - No! Breaker jumped onto Donots broom, while passing the Quaffle back to Montague! Montague uses Ron's confusion to hit the ball into the centre hoop! Another 10 points for Slytherin - this time using a French move. The score right now is 50:30 for Slytherin"

"Beat that," Ash grinned, flying passed Harry, who looked furious.

"At least we don't have to steal moves from other teams! We can think of our own!"

"Oh yeah? then why did you just use the Bulgarian one?"

"Just to show you that your not special by doing stuff like this. Everyone can do that!"

"Whatever makes you happy," Ash snickered and flew away again. Searching for the next opportunity to save the day with her Bludger.

"Gryffindor has the Quaffle again! Weasley flies towards the Slytherin goals, zigzagging her way through the defenses. - Weasley is right in front of the Slytherin hoops, - only Bole is in her way! She thr- no reverse passes to Robin - Robin shoots and SCORES! 10 Points for Gryffindor due to a wonderful pass by Ginny Weasley!

"Bole throws the Quaffle back into the game - Breaker catches it - but Bell steals it from the Slytherin - she races towards the goal and SCORES! Another ten points for Gryffindor! The score is now 50:50! Man, what a game! With this good a game, I don't care that I'm getting soaked over here!"

"Slytherin scores another goal!" Amelia said into the microphone as she saw Montague punch the Quaffle into the Gryffindor's left hoop. "The score is now 430:420 for Gryffindor!"

A few people cheered for their team, but it had gotten a lot quieter, as a few students had already walked up to the castle to get something to eat or drink.

The sun had set a while ago and the whole pitch was now illuminated by gigantic flood lights, that hung over the stadium.

The game has already been running for eleven hours straight, in the pouring rain. The wind had pulled on them without mercy and slowly the players as well as the watcher were tiring out. Never before had a Hogwarts game lasted this long, one more hour and they could call on the rule of a two hour break!

The seekers had seen the snitch up to ten times already, but every time they neared it the wind had gotten in their way and the snitch had vanished.

"Ash!" Harper called out as the seeker flew up to his captain.

"Harper! Any sign of the snitch?"

"Nah, we lost it again," he said disappointed. "We should ask for a break, I'm starting to get really tired and I fear I'm getting a cold..."

Ash frowned but nodded courtly, "Can you keep it up for another hour? We'll be able to get a two hour break then," she told her Seeker with concern.

"Sure... I'll try my best to find that stupid little thing until then!"

"Good, do that!" Ash smiled at him and watched him fly away. Under her, she saw the Chasers chase each other tirelessly - even though she saw that they were just able to manage staying on their brooms. She understood how they felt. She felt the same way.

Her every muscle ached, her butt was numb, she couldn't feel her broom any more. Her robes were drenched and thanks to the cold spring wind she was freezing all over her body. But worst of all were her arms. She had been beating the Bludgers at full force the whole day long and slowly but surely her swings were getting too weak to really force the Buldgers into the desired direction. Moreover, the last time that she hit the Bludger it had been more like the Bludger hitting her, ripping her arm out of the shoulders socket and maybe ripping a few muscles, she had suppressed a scream, but ever since that time, she only hit Bludgers with her left arm.

Furthermore, her stomach was demanding food and water and her eyes were demanding rest as well.

Frustrated and tired she let her broom drop towards the ground, hoping it would give her the needed adrenaline kick for the next 45 minutes.

"Ash Weasley is dropping from the sky!" Amelia wondered surprised, "Did she fall asleep? Did she maybe see the snitch? - No wait, that wouldn't help Slytherin... But what is... Oh, Ash pulls up again, looking a bit refreshed.. I guess she needed an adrenaline rush?" Amelia laughed. "Oh how I wish I could have one as well..." she muttered and continued watching the Chasers for a new, surprising move... that just didn't want to come.

Finally the 12 hours were nearly over, and Ash flew to where she had spotted Harry scanning the ground.

"Hey Harry!" she called out through the rain, while watching the Chasers chase through the clouds trying to score, again and again.

"Oh, Ash, its you."

"Yeah... the 12 hours are over now. I wanted to suggest a break. Both our teams are exhausted, we're not getting anywhere."

Harry looked at the other captain and sighed. "The 12 hours are over? Finally! Yeah, I know. Sounds like a plan, I guess... I just don't get where that stupid ball is hiding!" he muttered and together the two of them flew over to Madam Hootch.

"We need a break, Madam Hootch!" they told her in unison and the referee just nodded, pulling out her whistle and letting a loud blast roll out of it.

"THE GAME IS TAKING A TWO HOUR BREAK!" she screamed and Amelia repeated after her, so that everyone could hear.

A loud cheer erupted in all mouths that were still present at the stadium.

Before letting the teams go though Madam Hootch called them to her. "You can either go back to the castle, or you can stay in your cabins. Just don't forget to be back on the field in two hours sharp. If your late your team will get disqualified. Understood?"

The tired teams nodded at the teacher and raced back to the entrance of the changing rooms.

"Merlin, I'm tired!" Christina sighed as she let herself fall onto the bench in their changing room.

"Same here, I can't believe how long we've been up there!" Graham said letting him fall onto the floor.

"It's time for you to find that stupid snitch Harper!" Sean growled at the Seeker.

"Sorry, but did you want to become Seeker? I'm sure you'll find it right away, Bole!" Henry yelled at the keeper.

"Shut up, both of you! I know your tired and frustrated! I am as well! But it's not time to give up yet! We will rest the next two hours - without killing each other - and then we will go back out there and win this stupid game! Do you understand me?" Ash screamed at her team before fisting her hands and ramming one of them into the locker. Pain severed through her body, and she nearly fell on the floor screaming, but she didn't. She stood unfazed for her team.

Trying to calm down and numb the pain a bit by taking deep breaths, Ash sighed and looked at her team again. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit on the edge right now. I'm going to take a hot shower now, change into something dry, then grab a bite to eat and rest. Madam Pomfrey should be checking up on us any minute now, so if you have any injuries or if you're feeling sick, she'll take care of you. Any questions?" she asked pinching her nose bridge.

Seeing as there were no questions, she grabbed a dry change of her Slytherin ropes from the locker. Then she headed towards the shower rooms - going straight into one of the closed showers.

As soon as she closed the shower cabins door behind her, she let her back rest on the door and slowly stripped out of her clothes. Being extra careful when she got to her right arm. Examining it carefully, she saw that it was any colour except the original pale skin colour and it looked to her laymen eyes as if one of her muscles had ripped and due to the simple fact the she couldn't move any fingers on her right hand, she guessed that it was broken as well.

Turning on the water Ash let burning hot water hit her freezing cold skin, making her flinch and give a little scream as her skin turned lobster red. As soon as she warmed up a bit, she turned the heat down to a acceptable temperature and just run over her skin. Slowly it warmed her up, the warmth finally seeping through to her bones and making her feel as if her bones melted away. Slowly her knees got weak and she found herself sitting on the floor, warm water gushing down on her and pushing her muscle aches away.

After what felt like an eternity, Ash felt as if she could get of the floor again and quickly dried herself up. Slipping on the new and dry Slytherin uniform, Ash felt much refreshed much calmer then she had before.

Relaxed she exited the shower room and saw the others, warmed up and dry. Seemingly they had been in the shower without her noticing. They were all sitting around a table filled with food and drinks for them.

"Hey," she said and joined the others, who smiled at her warmly. "How long have I been in the shower?"

"I would say about half an hour," Chase told her. "Did it relax you?"

"Oh yes! I can't believe how good a shower is if your bodies aching all over!" she smiled and grabbed a bit of food as soon as she heard her stomach demanding.

The others laughed and agreed with her and together they continued filling their stomach with the best food they seem to have ever tasted and discussing about anything but Quidditch, trying to forget about the fact that they would have to be back on their brooms in only one and a half hours.

When their stomachs were filled and their nerves were calmed, Madam Pomfrey finally came to see them.

"Hello my dears!" she said smiling as she walked into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, thank you," Ash answered for the team.

"Now, do you have any ailments that need to be treated?" she asked in an concerned tone of voice.

"Yeah, Christina seems to have a broken rib or something and Graham's chest hurts. Anything else?"

"Yes, my leg hurts like a bitch as well" Chase answered.

Sean laughed, "and my whole body feels as if I had fallen of an skyscraper!"

"How about you my dear?"

"Nothing much, do the others first," Ash answered softly and let herself fall onto the bench, unnoticeably cradling her right arm.

"Miss. Weasley" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, "I will do you first. I bet you have to do some kind of captainy-thing for which you will need your full strength!"

"No! Really do the others first!"

"Miss. Weasley, I do not want to discuss this with you. Follow me!" she said and walked out of the door another room.

Grumpily, she followed the nurse in silence "Now tell me what you have, I know you Quidditch Team captains, always the ones with the worst injuries but wanting the others healed first"

Ash scowled. "My right arm," she said grumpily and allowed Madam Pomfrey to take off her ropes and examine the arm.

"Dear, dear, dear. Two ripped muscles and your whole hand is broken... how did you even move this arm?" she asked starring at the pouting girl in shock.

"No idea, just did"

"And when did you feel the first muscle rip?"

Ash looked up at the nurse and sighed, "about one and a half hours before the break," she answered truthfully.

The nurse shook her head in disbelieve, "you know at times like those, you call for a break."

"We were to near the half hour mark," Ash told her defiantly and watched as the disappointed nurse nursed her arm back to its original state.

"You'll be having a hard time moving the muscles for a few hours, but other then that you should be back to normal quiet soon," the nurse said curtly and excused the Slytherin while she got the next patient.

Sitting back down in the changing room with her team mates, it didn't take long until they heard a knock on the door.

Seeing as Sean was nearest to the door, he walked over and opened the door, glancing out and asking a question in a rude tone of voice.

Unhappily, Sean turned to look at Ash. "Potter is here. He wants to talk to you."

Confused Ash walked up to the door and told Sean that he could sit back down.

"What do you want?" she asked carefully, blocking the view from her team.

"Can we talk?" looking at him confused, Ash nodded and told the others that she'd be right back.

Slowly they walked away from the changing room, down the corridor until they found an quiet place to speak.

"I wanted to propose a game stop," he said, once he made sure no one was there to hear them.

"A what?"

"I want to stop the game, if both captains come to a mutual consent, the game can be stopped as it is. No need to catch the snitch."

"And who would win?"

Harry coughed a bit. "Um... the one with more points."

"Meaning you," Ash stated nodding. "No thank you, no interest in losing."

"Come on Ash! Think about your team! We're all tired, we don't want to play any more. Lets just end it here, right now."

Ash stopped for a second, then motioned Harry to follow her.

"Alright Slytherin Team!" she called once she threw open the door and marched into the room, closely followed by an uncomfortable looking Harry.

"Potter here has made an proposition. He wants to end the game. No need to go back out there, no need to catch the snitch. Just take the points as they are now and lose. Well, in his teams case, I guess it would be a win," she said turning around, hoping... no knowing that her team would never give up this way.

But the enraged screams of protest that she anticipated never came. Shocked she turned back around and saw her team looking on the floor embarrassed.

"You ... you want to give up?" she asked shocked at their silence. "You want those twelve hours we've been playing already to be for nothing?" she asked, her voice losing any calm that it still had and edging on hysteric.

"No winning of the Quidditch Cup? No fighting spirit in you guys any more?" By this time, tears were rimming her eyes, but she didn't let them fall just yet.

"Chase?" she asked looking at her fellow beater - he couldn't meet her eyes.

Taking a sharp breath, she looked at "Christina? - same reaction.

Wiping away a few tears she turned to "Harper?" - nothing.

"Sean? Isable? Graham?" No body looked at her, none of them fought with her. None of them wanted to play any more.

"Harry?" she asked, nearly not audible, breath caught in her throat. She didn't even turn around as she asked "Could we continue our conversation at the end of the two hours?"

Quickly Harry nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Silence spread in the changing room as everyone was lost in thought and embarrassment.

"Ash?" Chase asked after a few minutes, finally he trusted himself to look up, but he regretted it instantly. What he saw wasn't the girl he normally knew. The strong happy-go-lucky prankster. Instead he found her crying just keeping herself from falling onto the floor by shear will.

Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks swollen and streaked with shining lines, where the tears had run over.

"D..." she started, but had to stop again, swallowing a sob, "Do you really... want to quit?"

"Ash," Christina answered. "It's nearly one o'clock in the morning! We've been playing for twelve hours straight. We're exhausted and everything hurts us! We can't go on! We don't want to play any more."

Ash took a deep breath. "I know that. I've been on that field just as long as you have! I'm just as exhausted and hurting as you are. But does that really mean that we have to give up?" Ash asked sadly. "The others came to us with this proposal! They are just as exhausted as we are! We still have a chance on winning this stupid cup! Lets do it!"

"Why should we?" Montague asked. "If the cup is that stupid, why should we try to get it? We can always get it again next year!"

"You... you're right... I understand... Why should you," Ash smiled slightly. "Well I guess, you can all go now," she chocked out, "I'll go to the pitch and tell Madam Hootch and the people that may still be sitting there."

Slowly she turned away from her former team mates and walked up to the door. Slowly she stretched out her hand to open and leave, but suddenly her emotions flipped from depressed to furious.

Swiftly she turned around and glared at the six people in front of her. "Fuck! No. You know what? I don't fucking understand! We've been training for this freaking match since six straight weeks, nearly every day! We've done anything to improve and now you guys just want to quit? Hell no! You know why you freaking people will march onto that field with me and will try your HARDEST to win this freaking match? Because I am you captain and because I want to win this stupid cup! If you don't do as I say, I will not only make sure that you will never be able to play Quidditch again, but I will make sure to personally curse you with the worst imaginable curses that I can find! I will rip out your guts, stomp on them until their unrecognisable and then stuff them up your loser asses! I will make your life a living hell! Did I make myself clear?" she screamed, near hysterics again. The only answer she got were plate sized eyes and shivers running down their backs.

"Did I make myself clear!?" she screamed even louder, making them jump and nod if fear.

"Good. Now get ready. We have a game to play," she spat and took a hold of her broom and bat, watching the others with a glare as they scrambled off their lazy asses and got ready for the final round in the game.

"Welcome back everyone to the start of the second round, the 13th hour of the match Slytherin vs. Gryffindor." Amelia yelled into her microphone, "The players are fitter, as am I, thank you for your concern and finally the rain has stopped! Hopefully our Seekers will be able to catch the Snitch now that the wind won't carry it away again!" she said.

"Now the teams are once again standing on the field, but something has changed. Not only did their injuries heal, but somehow the determination in the Slytherins eyes seems to have grown once again, while the Gryffindor teams seems a bit shocked and confused. I wonder what happened during the break!

"Anyway, Madam Hootch is blowing into her whistle and the game continues! Donot catches the Quaffle and flies straight to the Slytherin goal, before the Keeper Ron Weasley could even reach the hoops! SCORE! Both teams have now 430 points!"

"From behind the hoops Breaker hits the Quaffle back to Donot - Donot blocked by Weasley passes to Montague who throws and SCORE! 440:430 for Slytherin!"

Quickly Ash flew over to Harry and grinned, "Still want to end with an consent?" she asked jokingly.

"What did you do to get them this fired up again?"

Ash debated what to say for a few seconds then grinned said, "I held a very dramatic and dynamic speech," before flying away.

Quickly she shot up high into the air and hit a Bludger right at Ginny as she was about to score a goal, hitting her outstretched arm. "Oops..." Ash said biting her lower lip, but only watched as Ginny let her broom land on the ground and walked up to Madam Pomfrey, who was already preparing to heal her arm.

That little demonstration, fired up the Slytherins even more, so that they once again became and unbeatable wall. In the next hour the Slytherin Chasers made 3 more goals. And finally after another hour of playing, Ash saw Harper shoot across the air straight at Harry. Shocked and with weakening reactions, he dived out of Harpers way. Harper quickly stretched out his hand and caught it!

"BLOODY MERLIN! THE SLYTHERIN SEEKER HENRY HARPER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! HE CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH AND HENCE ENDED THE GAME! SLYTHERIN WIN WITH 620 POINTS! This game is sure to go into Hogwarts history!"

A cheer by the green clad crowd emerged and Ash grinned at Harper, flying up at him and embracing him tightly. "You did it! You did it!" Ash chanted over and over.

Happy with his success, Harper hugged his captain back and grinned. "Yes! I did!" he screamed in excitement as they flew to the ground, greeted by surprisingly many green clad Slytherins that were celebrating their victory over Gryffindor and the winning of the Quidditch Cup.

Crowded by the others, Ash didn't notice the Gryffindor captain walk up to them until he called out to them. Quickly Ash turned around and grinned at them.

"Congratulations on winning!" Harry said carefully, holding out his hand to shake.

"Thank you, it was a pretty awesome game, was it not?"

"Yes, you could say so..."

"Is Ginny alright? I didn't mean to break her arm"

"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey already fixed her," Harry answered shortly.

"Good. Tell her I'm sorry, but I said that I wouldn't hold back today."

"I'll tell her."

"Thanks!"

"Well, I wish you a nice rest of the weekend!" Harry said and nodded towards her, before joining his team again at the other side of the pitch.

Happily Ash walked up to her team and jumped onto Chase's back - but being weak from the match he couldn't hold her and they fell to the ground, face first. Laughing they stood back up and slowly but cheerfully walked to the castle when Ash yelled, "lets go home!"