Amelia Merlin

Part Eight: Quidditch Match

"Amelia my treasure!"

"My darling angel!"

Amelia turned to see two orange heads making their way towards her at breakfast. "Hello boys."

"Would you do us the honour, of accompanying us to the Quidditch pitch?" George said with a bow. It was so ridiculous that they always treated her like royalty, but kind of sweet too.

"It would be my pleasure," Ditching her food, she followed the boys to the change room where they were met by Oliver Wood.

There are two types if people in this world, those who immediately had a crush on Oliver Wood, and liars.

He cleared his throat for silence.

"Ok men,"

"And women," said Angelina

"And women, this is it." he continued

"The big one" Fred added.

"The one we've all been waiting for," George chimed in.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart, we were on the team last year." Fred said to Harry and Amelia. She gave him a look letting him know how proud she was of his accomplishment.

"Shut up you two. This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." Wood said with a blazing look in his eye that reminded Amelia of Ginny Weasley for some reason. "Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you." With that the team left the change room and Amelia went to the stands and joined Dean, Seamus, Ron, Neville and Hermione under the "Potter for President" banner they had made.

"I like the lion you drew Dean." Amelia said with a radiant smile.

"Thanks," He replied, returning her smile and blushing slightly.

"I helped on the tail!" Seamus chimed in.

"It looks brilliant!" She said and Dean gave her a small sideways glance.

The game begun and Amelia was laughing as Lee Jordan, the commentator, had already started hitting on Angelina over the mic. The best part of Lee's commentary was McGonagall jumping in to state her disapproval. Amelia barely noticed that Hagrid had joined them because Oliver had just made a spectacular save. God he was handsome.

"Slytherin in possession. Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys and Chaser Bell and speeds towards the-wait a moment-was that the Snitch?" Lee said over the commentary. The entire audience gasps as both Seekers, Harry and Terence Higgs, sped towards the little golden ball. The rest of the game paused as everyone watched the two players. Marcus Flint, who looked similar to the Halloween troll, dove in front of Harry, causing him to spin away uncontrollably. It was impressive he didn't fall off.

Dean started yelling, "Send him off, ref! Red card!" What he was talking about, no one knew, but they shared his feelings.

"That was shit! Slytherin can suck it!" Seamus called and Lavender giggled at how ridiculous the boys were. Parvati smiled dryly and rolled her eyes at their outlandish behaviour.

Lee Jordan voiced what nearly everyone, not including Slytherins, was thinking.

"So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall reprimanded.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you-"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away no trouble and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

After a while, Amelia began to notice something quite odd about Harry. His broom was twitching and jerking around every few seconds. It was making these violent swishing movements, almost unseating him.

"That doesn't look right," Amelia said pointing up at him. Hagrid said something to Ron and Hermione, but she couldn't hear.

"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Asked Seamus.

"Can't have," Hagrid said in a shaky voice, "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic-no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." With that, Hermione whispered something to Ron then dissapeared.

Harry was in bad shape. He was hanging off the broom with one hand holding on. The entire crowd was gasping and pointing now. The Weasley twins tried to pull him off onto one of their brooms, but Harry kept jerking out of reach. They resorted to circling below him incase he fell.

After several tense minutes, full of white knuckles and fast heartbeats, suddenly Harry's broom stopped jerking an he was able to get back on.

"Neville, you can look!" Ron said, Neville had been sobbing into Hagrids jacket for the last five minutes.

The crowed watched as Harry dived toward the ground, then he clapped his hands to his mouth and fell onto the field. With a cough, a small golden ball fell into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" Harry shouted waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion. Flint was yelling that Harry hadn't caught it, swallowing isn't the same as catching. But Harry hadn't broken any rules. The Gryffindor supporters stormed the field to congratulate their team. Amelia jumped on Fred and shouted a big congratulations in his ear. She released him and turned to the rest of the team.

"You were absolutely brilliant out there!" Amelia gushed at Oliver Wood. "I mean, just spectacular. I was so impressed!" She gave Wood one of her best smiles.

"Thanks Amelia," he called as he was pulled away by his friends. All she could think was, dear lord he knows my name.

The highlight if November was talking to Oliver Wood she decided. Nothing was better. That night in the common room everyone was celebrating.

"Congratulations on winning your first game!" Amelia said to Harry.

"Aw thanks! Even though I nearly died I thought it was quite fun." Amelia laughed.

"Yeah but what's fun without a little brush of death right?" She said teasing him. He smiled back at her and they spent the rest if the night discussing the match.

That night in the dormitory Amelia was cornered by Parvati and Lavender.

"You like Harry Potter don't you?" Parvati said with narrowed eyes.

"No I swear I don't!" Amelia said laughing slightly at the thought.

"But we saw you kiss him after the troll incident, and you spent all night talking to him. You must like him!" Lavender said poking her.

"I just see him as a friend honestly. We have a lot in common and he's nice! But he's not my type."

Lavender was not satisfied, "Well who is your type?" She demanded.

Amelia looked sheepishly at the floor and blushed as she mumbled, "Oliver Wood,"

Parvati and Lavender squealed in delight and the three girls dissolved into giggles as they discussed Oliver Wood and his masculinity. Even Hermione had to join in at some parts, she even giggled a little.

Amelia went to bed feeling euphoric as she dreamt of Oliver Wood and his excellent Quidditch skills.