Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Fight

The next morning, Astraea went to the Great Hall but didn't go to the Gryffindor's table. Instead, she went towards the Hufflepuffs. She saw the bubblegum pink hair and practically ran towards her.

"Nymphie", Astraea greeted her cousin.

"Hey 'Rea", Tonks smiled.

"May I sit with you? I need to talk to you", Astraea muttered.

"Oh of course", Tonks smiled widely and scooted. "But if they glare at you, it's the game not you personally".

"It's okay I get that a lot", Astraea replied biting into a toast.

"So, wotcher?"

"Umm.. When did you know that you were metamorphamagus?"

"I was barely a year old. Why?"

Astraea stared into Tonk's eyes and turned them brown.

"What?" Tonks practically screamed making a lot of people to stare at them.

"Shhh calm down"

"How?" Whispered Tonks

"I don't know"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"It just happened suddenly"

"How?"

"I was nagging about how Snape irritates me and suddenly I was him"

"Wicked"

"Not Wicked"

"Sorry"

"What are you two whispering about?" Cedric Diggory smiled and sat next to Astraea.

Astraea widened her eyes at Tonks like 'If-you-open-your-mouth-with-word-I-will-skin-you-alive'  kind of look.

"Quidditch", replied Tonks.

"Yes how we will win", smirked Astraea.

"Oh you wish", laughed Cedric.

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At the stands, Astraea was sitting alone when Ron and Hermione joined her.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean," he said and Hermione and Astraea nodded.. "Look- they're off. Ouch!"

Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

"I have a better one", replied Astraea. "who wanna bet how long will Malfoy last before I throw him down?"

He looked horrified but then smirked: Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers clutching Astraea's arm, was squinting fixedly at Harry, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money — you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains." 

Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy. Before Astraea can curse him, Neville talked back.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.

"Yeah you are", Astraea smiled wincing when Hermione clutched harder.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry.

"I'm warning you, Malfoy — one more word—"

"Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry —"

"What? Where?"

Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her  fingers digging deeper into Astraea pulling her up as well, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.

"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Malfoy.

Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help.

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione screamed, leaping onto her seat to watch as Harry sped straight at Snape — she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle. Astraea didn't know what to watch, the nerve-racking match, or the hilarious fist fighting behind her.

"Punch him in the nose Neville, YEAHHH", Astraea cheered.  

Up in the air, Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches — the next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand. The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly. Hermione squealed bringing Astraea's attention back to the game.

"Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over! Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor is in the lead!" shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Astraea tight.

"Let's go", Astraea said, her turn to drag Hermione down to congratulate the team. She directly ran into George's open arms.

"You wonnnn", she squealed.

"Yeah", he muttered out of breath.

It was till then they realized how close they were. Astraea cleared her throat and excused herself to congratulate the rest of the team.

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