The Girl Who Fought | h.p |

Grawp?

Over the next couple of weeks, Fred and George remained legends. It was just as they wanted. They went out with a bang, leaving the students in awe. Some even went as far as to make a joke about it. When something became too hard or when Umbridge's decrees became too much, students would say things along the lines of "One more decree and I might just pull a Weasley."

As for the swamp . . .

Everyone knew the teachers could easily remove it. Hell, Nova could remove it (she also helped create it, but that's not the point). 

Nova, Hermione, and Harry sat in the stands for the current Quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. 

Slytherin kept chanting the horrible lyrics to "Weasley is Our King."

As harsh and powerful as Nova's glares were, they did nothing to silence them. 

Nova's day brightened when they saw Hagrid. 

"Harry," he had whispered hoarsely. "Hermione . . . Nova . . ." 

Nova looked around and saw Hagrid's enormous bearded face sticking between the seats; apparently, he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first and second years he had just passed had a ruffled, flattened look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else. 

"Listen," he whispered, "can yeh come with me? Now? While ev'ryone's watchin' the match?"

"Er . . . can't it wait, Hagrid?" asked Harry. "Till the match is over?" 

"No," said Hagrid. "No, Harry, it's gotta be now . . . while ev'ryone's lookin' the other way. . . . Please?"

"Oh come on, Darlin," Nova said as she stood. "I'm sure we can speak to Hagrid for a few moments."

With a shrug, Hermione stood as she joined Nova. The two girls began to excite with Harry and Hagrid behind them. 

"I 'ppreciate this, you three, I really do," said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously as they descended toward the lawn below. "I jus' hope she doesn' notice us goin'. . . ." 

"You mean Umbridge?" said Harry. "She won't, she's got her wholeInquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didn't you see? She must be expecting trouble at the match." 

"Yeah, well, a bit o' trouble wouldn' hurt," said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch of lawn between there and his cabin was deserted. "Give us more time . . ." 

"What is it, Hagrid?" said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the lawn toward the edge of the forest. 

"Yeh — yeh'll see in a mo'," said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. "Hey — did someone jus' score?" 

"It'll be Ravenclaw," said Harry heavily. 

"Good . . . good . . ." said Hagrid distractedly. "Tha's good. . . ." 

"I love Ron to pieces," Nova began sadly. "but he is over his head in frustration and anxiety. He is an excellent keeper, I would know. I've helped him. It's just that damn song. He just wants to make a name for himself."

"You aren't wrong, Nova," Hermione agreed. 

Many would think Hermione doesn't know a lot about Quidditch. However, she is best friends with three Quidditch junkies. Not to mention most of her friends love the sport. So much so, most of them want to and have the ability to go professional.