The stars (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Seven

"I'm scared." I whisper out to dad.

"Just get on the broom, you'll be fine."

Right now we're outside practicing for the upcoming school year. Where I become the captain of the quidditch team.

Mum is sitting down on the grass cheering me on. While Harry's on his broom flying around, and dad is across from me trying to get me onto the broom.

Harry left the Dursleys. Not officially left them but he stays with us now, the Dursleys never really liked Harry so they were happy to hear he was leaving them. They couldn't care less.

"What if I fall?"

"Then you fall. Just get on the broom."

"But it's going to fly me high up."

Dad sighs and covers his eyes. His patience's becoming very thin "Athena. Just get on the broom, or I'm leaving."

"Fine."

I slowly step onto the broom and kick my legs back to help me off the ground. I lightly hover above the ground scared of going any higher.

"Okay now fly higher. And then I'll throw it up."

I nod my head and slowly start to go higher. I reach Harry in the air and hold onto the broom tighter. "Okay. I did it."

"You have to open your eyes to see the ball." Mum calls from the ground, we're not playing with a real quidditch ball instead we're playing with a softball mum will be controlling with her wand.

Since I'm a chaser I have to score by trying to get it into the hoops. So mum will control the ball from the ground, which will help me fly a little more. Harry is not a chaser but he will be one to help me. While dad is going to be a beater.

"This is terrifying," I whisper to Harry he shakes his head before blowing me a kiss and then flying away.

"Okay Athena, 3...2...1! Go after the ball!"

The ball then starts moving in the air. Harry doesn't move he's waiting for me to move first since this is all to help me.

I don't move and instead, I stay there watching the ball move. Too scared to go after it. It's so high up.

"Stop looking down! Go after the ball!" Mum yells to me from down below. I smile and slowly start to move towards the ball.

Once I reach it I grab it. Quickly putting my hands back on the broom once I have it. I smile and kind of sit in place.

"Okay, Harry move now."

I look up towards Harry and shake my head. He mouths sorry before flying towards me, now I have to fly off or he will get the ball.

I'm trying to fly off as fast as I can. But it's hard when you're afraid of heights and barely remember how to fly a broom.

Harry is hitting into me. "Go away!"

He laughs and continues to try to get the ball. "Stop! You're fucking cheating!" I scream to him while trying to fly.

"Athena. Language!"

Harry is right behind me, trying to grab the ball. I scream in his ear trying to make him fall. "Athena. You can't do that." Dad shouts to me, I continue to scream at him.

"If you steal the ball from me. I will break up with you. Not kidding." I whisper to him, he drops his arms from the ball and flies away from me. I smile and continue to fly slowly to the "hoop" mum made.

I throw the ball through it and throw my hands up. "I win!"

Harry rolls his eyes, while mum claps for me down below. "Okay, next round but now I'm coming in," Dad tells us, I nod my head and go back to my spot.