Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present

Chapter 24 - The finals

Next morning, Megan woke up to a bright sky. As nervous as she was about the match, she was also excited, like she always was at the prospect of playing. She didn’t think there was anything she loved more. Except perhaps music and her friends. She got up, dressed quietly to not wake the others, and headed downstairs to the common room, where the rest of her team mates were already gathered.

“Morning, guys,” she smiled.

Everyone greeted her. Wood invited her to sit down.

“Okay.” he said when silence fell. “We've all been waiting for this moment. This is our moment. Our...”

He seemed to hesitate at how to put it.

“Our swan song,” Megan put in. “It's our last game together, so let's make it our best yet.”

“Exactly.”

Wood held out his hand.

“Who's with me?”

“I am!” they all said, placing their hands on his.

They all exchanged looks full of determination.

“Ooh, we have to take pictures!” Katie said.

So, they did. And about eight o'clock, they made their way down to breakfast. There was a deafening round of applause and cheering as Megan and the other Gryffindor team members entered the Great Hall. Cedric, the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws were all clapping too. Cedric smiled at her and Megan smiled back, her heart hammering as she sat down where she could see him without having to turn around. The tension and excitement was so thick you could taste it.

“All of you, eat up, and no excuses!” Wood said.

So, the team fought their nerves and swallowed toast, cereal, milk and fruit. Megan almost had to force food down Wood’s throat, for he was urging them to eat without touching anything himself. She eased their tension slightly when she pointed out that Malfoy was looking paler than usual. Then, they headed off under a new round of applause. Megan tied her hair in a ponytail.

“No wind to speak off… sun’s a bit bright, be careful of it…” Wood said.

Megan was glad. Her hair wouldn’t be blown into her eyes, it would be blown backwards as she sped towards the Snitch.

“Strong, hard ground, that’s good, we’ll get a fast kick off.”

Then, the school began pouring into the grounds to head to the stands.

“… Changing rooms, team.” He said.

There was utter silence as they changed. Wood tried speaking. Megan got up and hugged him.

“We can do this, Wood. We all want this.”

She turned to the others.

“Right, guys?”

“Yeah!” They shouted, punching the air.

He nodded.

“Okay… it’s time. Let’s go.”

The noise as they entered the pitch was incredible. Megan didn't think she'd ever heard the crowd this wild. But then, she hadn't ever played in a final match yet. She had been unconscious the first time and the match had been cancelled the second. The boos and hisses of the Slytherins were barely noticeable next to the cheering and chanting of the Gryffindor name. Megan's red and gold robes flew about her, her broom firmly in hand. She glanced around at the crowd above them. Several banners proudly read “GO GRYFFINDOR!” and “LIONS WIN THE CUP!” Of course, there were the two hundred or so Slytherins, wearing green and silver, but red and gold ruled.