DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional. No offence is meant by my portrayal of the Royal Family. I have the utmost of respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her wider family.

Chapter Twenty Two: That Game From Queerditch Marsh

'Quidditch should not be played "anywhere near any place where there is the slightest chance that a Muggle might be watching or we'll see how well you can play whilst chained to a dungeon wall.' Excerpt from Quidditch Through the Ages, WhizzHard Books

Location: Hogwarts Grounds, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1993 CE

'So did you get the order form sent off?' Lucy asked as she leaned against Harry's chest under their favourite willow by the banks of the lake.

'Yeah, Audaces took it.' Harry nodded, looking down at his bondmate. 'There was no way I was missing out on Quidditch tryouts.'

Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1993 CE

Just two days later, a pair of barn owls landed directly in front of Harry and Lucy, each carrying a long slender box. 'Audaces?' Harry called out, watching as the dark gray storm cloud appeared in front of him, and he and his bondmate's faithful shadow phoenix appeared from within it, a short mental conversation later and the two boxes were engulfed by the dark gray cloud, being carried to Harry and Lucy's dorm.

Location: Gryffindor Married Quarters, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1993

Later that day, Harry and Lucy sat in their quarters' private common room, staring at the slender boxes each emblazoned with the crest of Quality Quidditch Supplies and with their names printed there also. Looking gleefully at each other, they opened the boxes, Harry's revealing his brand new Firebolt racing broom - the latest and greatest - noting that its serial number printed on the handle was 005, he had the fifth Firebolt ever made. Out of the box in front of Lucy, a Cleansweep Seven was produced. While not in the same league as a Firebolt, the fact that Lucy is much smaller in size meant that the Seven would have more than enough power if she needed it.

Location: Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1993 CE

The Gryffindor Quidditch Team Captain, seventh year Oliver Wood stood in the middle of Hogwarts' historic Quidditch pitch, looking at the many prospective players standing before him, all dressed in spare Gryffindor uniforms, and he wondered to himself once again where Madam Hooch got so many uniforms from, before dismissing it as magic. 'Can we have our prospective seekers forward first.' The boy asked in his distinctive Scottish accent, being slightly surprised when only Harry Potter, the Duke of Gryffindor, and Ginny, the youngest (and only girl) in the Weasley clan stepped forward. 'Ok, well this makes things a little easier.' he said thoughtfully - having only two candidates meant that he would have to completely rethink how he was going to do this. 'Right, I'm going to release this practise snitch three times. Whichever of you pair catches it most will be our main seeker, the other will be on the reserve. Questions?' he asked, to which both prospective candidates shook their heads. 'No? Good. Off we go.' At this, he released the snitch and was forced back slightly by the wind created by both Harry and Ginny rocketing away to find it.

Up in the air above the pitch, Harry's Firebolt was far superior in the handling and speed departments compared to the Cleansweep Five that Ginny had borrowed from one of the twins, but like Lucy, Ginny's petite frame meant that she was mostly able to match him move for move. The first showdown left Wood licking his lips at the prospect of having either as Seeker, both were extremely talented, marking each other and yet also searching for the small golden ball of their own accord. Finally, after 10 minutes, Harry was off like a rocket into a steep dive, Ginny being caught out slightly, she ended up a metre behind Harry as he caught the snitch easily.

The second release went very similarly to the first, several minutes of the prospective seekers marking each other as they scanned the field with eagle eyes. This time however, it was Ginny leaving Harry in her wake as she shot off towards the far goal posts, appearing as little more than a red streak as Harry urged his Firebolt faster, gaining on the youngest Weasley all the time. Nevertheless, it was Ginny who raised her arms, triumphant, as they flew back down to Wood so the snitch could be released for the final time.

The third chase was so epic that it would go down in folklore, not only in Hogwarts folklore, but Quidditch folklore. Wood held the golden snitch high above his head and released it, the small golden ball flying away to hide away from Harry and Ginny. This search, was much more drawn out, both seekers showing off their ability to not only perform, but also pick opposing feints. The snitch faded in and out several times, always disappearing before the seekers could reach it. But then, both prospective seekers saw it at the exact moment, 50 feet below them and slightly closer to Ginny. Both chased as fast as they could, and soon enough they were neck and neck flying the length of the pitch, the spectators clearing out as both Harry and Ginny stretched out for the small ball, flying just 1 metre off the ground. Amazingly, impossibly, both hands closed over the snitch at the same moment, and the sudden change in direction caused them both to end up falling onto the ground. As soon as it was caught, the practice snitch reappeared in front of Wood, as it was charmed to do, and Wood muttered the Flesh Memory Charm, which would tell him just who caught the snitch first, and the time after release that it was caught. 'Caro memoria' he incanted and was shocked at the smoke that appeared before him, and even Madam Hooch, who had at one time played in the British and Irish Quidditch League, had never seen this before. The smoky words spelt out;

Harry Potter-Windsor 27 minutes, 5.08 seconds
Ginny Weasley 27 minutes, 5.08 seconds
TIE

'Well this is interesting.' Wood stated as Harry and Ginny made themselves over to him. 'According to this practice snitch, your last effort was a tie. Based on this, I guess you get to share the spot, Harry you will have our first game against Slytherin, and our third against Ravenclaw. Ginny you'll be seeker for our second game against Hufflepuff and for the final, or the first game back if, heaven forbid, we don't make the final.'

Harry and Ginny, despite being very competitive, just high fived each other before they were presented with their Quidditch uniforms, which Madam Hooch had charmed to have their names on the back, above a golden number 7, or 14 in Ginny's case, the number of a seeker and second (reserve) seeker.

The real surprise from the training session was however that both Lucy and Ron Weasley made the reserve squad, Lucy as a Chaser and Ron as Keeper, and Lucy especially was ecstatic as she was handed a scarlet uniform with her name and a golden number 8 emblazoned on the back, showing Harry excitedly, hugging him tightly.

Location: Founder's Tower, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1993 CE

'Ah, Mister Potter!' Draco spun his chair around dramatically to face the portrait hole as Harry strode through after tryouts, knowing he had some family paperwork to do send off to his Private Secretary, Squadron Leader Lupin, at Gryffindor Castle. 'My sources tell me that you have been successful in your endeavours to join the lowly Gryffindor Lions.' The horribly fake accent made Harry fight hard to control his need to laugh aloud.

'Yes I did, Mister Malfoy.' Harry replied in an equally bad fake accent. 'Prepare to be terminated.'

Malfoy just burst out laughing, joined quickly by Harry as the somewhat unlikely pair of friends congratulated each other on making their respective House teams.

Location: Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1993 CE

'Ladies and gentlewizards! It is the first weekend in November, and you all know what that means! The 1993-94 Quidditch season is ready to get underway with a bang!' The voice of Ludo Bagman blared across wizarding Britain on the Wizarding Wireless Network. 'For the first time ever, we have a treat for you! Live from Hogwarts, we have the grudge match that every young witch or wizard loves. GRYFFINDOR versus SLYTHERIN! As we here on WWN try to give you the best programming around, we have answered your requests for more Quidditch. Now presenting three games a week, including all seven games in the Hogwarts Cup, don't go elsewhere when you can listen to WWN. With me today with special guest comments we have Gryffindor fifth year Lee Jordan. Welcome Lee.'

The inaugural wireless coverage of a Hogwarts Quidditch match continued on with a conversation between Lee and Ludo as down in the rooms the two teams prepared for battle. Harry bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, his nervousness plain to see. Meanwhile, the reserves were kitting up, ready to most likely spend the game on the bench. Tense moments past before Madam Hooch peered into the doorway. 'Time to go Mister Wood.' She said simply at the seventh year Captain led the other 13 scarlet-clad, broomstick-toting players out into the race.

'What a game this one is shaping up to be.' Ludo's voice echoed around the stadium. 'The Lions have not beaten the Serpents since Charlie Weasley left the school six years ago, and this Gryffindor team will be looking to end the years of Slytherin domination and bring to a halt an imposing twenty game winning streak. But now, here come the teams.'

Here Lee Jordan took over, the West Indian-born wizard's enthusiasm was infectious. 'So here come the Lions. Led out by the Captain and Keeper, Oliver Wood, we have the old firm now, Chasers Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, and the Beaters, those Human Bludgers, Fred and George Weasley! And now, the new Seeker, HARRRRYYY POTTTTTER!'

Ludo returned to introduce the Slytherins, it wouldn't do to have someone biased introducing the opposition after all. 'And now the Serpents! Led out by their Captain, Chaser Marcus Flint, we have Graham Montague and Charlie Warrington. The Beaters are Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. The Keeper, Miles Bletchley, and lastly, on debut, the Seeker, DRAAAAAAACOOOOO MALFOOOOOOY!'

The two teams soared out onto the pitch as their names were called as the reserves made their way to the reserves boxes near halfway and Madam Hooch in her referee's robes marched out to the centre of the pitch where the ball crate lay waiting. As the teams went through a final warm-up, a crash of thunder brought people's attention back to the abysmal weather, dark gray clouds filled the sky, lightning flashing and thunder crashing, not to mention the pouring rain which had just started.

But weather never stopped Quidditch and soon both teams had taken their positions ready to start the season with a bang. Soon enough, Madam Hooch had released the balls into the air and the match was underway, and quickly it became a hard bruising affair, fifteen fouls being called in the first 5 minutes of the match as Gryffindor raced to an 80 to 10 lead on the back of Wood being the better Keeper.

From then on, Slytherin were not in with a chance and 35 minutes into the game, the excitable and Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan once again announced the score jubilantly, 'Another goal to Angelina Johnson, and Gryffindor lead 190 to just 20. What a start to the season by this Gryffindor squad!'

As the match continued, the Slytherin players seemed to get rougher and rougher, if at all possible, and soon enough Katie Bell had put away another three penalty shots as the game creeped towards the hour mark. By the time Gryffindor had outscored Slytherin 290 to 40 in the first three hours, Draco Malfoy was no longer searching for the snitch, and instead spent his time joking with Harry, resigned that his team had no chance seeing as they were more worried about knocking Lions off their brooms than actually playing Quidditch.

Location: Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1993 CE

Despite it only being the first game, the Gryffindors celebrated long into the night having finally beaten Slytherin after six years of snake domination of the first match of the school term. It was only when McGonagall stormed into the common room and ordered them all into bed at 25 past 1 that the Gryffindor victory party ended.