Daughter of a Criminal

The Quidditch Final

'He â€" he sent me this,' Hermione said, holding out the letter still sniffling into Ann's shoulder. Ann took it, and handed it to Harry so he could read it. The parchment was damp, and enormous teardrops had smudged the ink so badly in places that it was very difficult to read.
'Dear Hermione, and Ann if she's there, We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London. I won't forget all the help you gave us. Hagrid
'They can't do this,' said Harry. 'They can't. Buckbeak isn't dangerous.'
'Malfoy's dad's must have frightened the Committee into it,' said Ann, bitterly, as Hermoine wiped her eyes. 'You know what he's like. They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope … nothing will have changed.' Ann finished as Hermoine kept crying into Ann's shoulder
'Yeah, it will,' said Ron fiercely. 'You won't have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione, Ann. I'll help.' Hermoine looked up and stepped away from Ann's shoulder.
'You better,' said Ann
'I will, I promise,' said Ron
'Oh, Ron!' Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head, as Ann gave him a teasing look. Finally, Hermione drew away. 'Ron, I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers …' she sobbed, going back to Ann.
'Oh â€" well â€" he was old,' said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. 'And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.'
The safety measures imposed on the students since Black's second break-in made it impossible for Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione to go and visit Hagrid in the evenings. Their only chance of talking to him was during Care of Magical Creatures lessons. He seemed numb with shock at the verdict.
''S'all my fault. Got all tongue-tied. They was all sittin' there in black robes an' I kep' droppin' me notes and forgettin' all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Hermione. An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an'said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exac'ly what he told'em …' 'There's still the appeal!' said Ron fiercely. 'Don't give up yet, we're working on it!' They were walking back up to the castle with the rest of the class. Ahead they could see Malfoy, who was walking with Crabbe and Goyle, and kept looking back, laughing derisively.
''S'no good, Ron,' said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps. 'That Committee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm jus' gonna make sure the rest o' Beaky's time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that …' Hagrid turned round and hurried back towards his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief.
'Look at him blubber!' Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening. 'Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?' said Malfoy. 'And he's supposed to be our teacher!' Ann, Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first â€" SMACK! She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Ann, Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
'Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul â€" you evil â€"'
'Hermione!' said Ann weakly, and she tried to grab her hand as Hermoine swung it back.
'Get off, Ann!' Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered. 'C'mon,' Malfoy muttered, and next moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons. 'Hermione!' Ron said, sounding both stunned and impressed.
'That was amazing!' cheered Ann.
'Harry, Ann you'd better beat him in the Quidditch Final!' Hermione said shrilly. 'You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin win!'
'We're due in Charms,' said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. 'We'd better go.' They hurried up the marble staircase towards Professor Flitwick's classroom.
'You're late, kids!' said Professor Flitwick reprovingly, as Harry opened the classroom door. 'Come along, quickly, wands out, we're experimenting with Cheering Charms today. We've already divided into pairs â€"' Ann, Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him.
'Where's Hermione gone?' Harry and Ann looked around, too. Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet Ann knew she had been right next to her when Harry had opened the door. 'That's weird,' said Harry, staring at Ron.
'Maybe â€" maybe she went to the bathroom or something?' Ann suggested equally confused. But Hermione didn't turn up all lesson.
'She could've done with a Cheering Charm on her, too,' said Ron, as the class left for lunch, all grinning broadly â€" the Cheering Charms had left them with a feeling of great contentment. Hermione wasn't at lunch either. By the time they had finished their apple pie, the after-effects of the Cheering Charms were wearing off, and Ann, Harry and Ron had started to get slightly worried.
'You don't think Malfoy did something to her?' Ron said anxiously, as they hurried upstairs towards Gryffindor Tower.
'If he did, Malfoy's a dead man,' said Ann, bitterly, while Ron just nodded. They passed the security trolls, gave the Fat Lady the password ('Flibbertigibbet') and scrambled through the portrait hole into the common room. Hermione was sitting at a table, fast asleep, her head resting on an open Arithmancy book. Ann and Harry went to sit down either side of her while Ron sat facing her. Ann prodded her awake.
'Wh-what?' said Hermione, waking with a start, and staring wildly around. 'Is it time to go? W-which lesson have we got now?'
'Divination, but it's not for another twenty minutes,' said Ann. 'Hermione, why didn't you come to Charms?'
'What? Oh no!' Hermione squeaked. 'I forgot to go to Charms!'
'But how could you forget?' said Harry. 'You were with us till we were right outside the classroom!'
'I don't believe it!' Hermione wailed. 'Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things!'
'You know what, Hermione?' said Ron, looking down at the enormous Arithmancy book Hermione had been using as a pillow. 'I reckon you're cracking up. You're trying to do too much.'
'No, I'm not!' said Hermione, brushing her hair out of her eyes and staring hopelessly around for her bag.
'Ron's right Hermoine, this is-', Ann begun
'I just made a mistake, that's all! I'd better go and see Professor Flitwick and say sorry …I'll see you in Divination!' said Hermoine. Ann just shrugged.
Hermione joined them at the foot of the ladder to Professor Trelawney's classroom twenty minutes later, looking extremely harassed.
'I can't believe I missed Cheering Charms! And I bet they come up in our exams. Professor Flitwick hinted they might!' Together they climbed the ladder into the dim, stifling tower room. Glowing on every little table was a crystal ball full of pearly white mist. Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down together at the same rickety table.
'I thought we weren't starting crystal balls until next term,' Ron muttered, casting a wary eye around for Professor Trelawney, in case she was lurking nearby.
'Don't complain, this means we've finished palmistry,' Ann muttered back.
'Thank god, I was getting sick of her flinching every time she looked at my hands.' Harry added
'Good day to you!' said the familiar, misty voice, and Professor Trelawney made her usual dramatic entrance out of the shadows. Parvati and Lavender quivered with excitement, their faces lit by the milky glow of their crystal ball. 'I have decided to introduce the crystal ball a little earlier than I had planned,' said Professor Trelawney, seating herself with her back to the fire and gazing around. 'The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice.' Hermione snorted.
'Well, honestly … 'the fates have informed her' … who sets the exam? She does! What an amazing prediction!' she said, not troubling to keep her voice low, causing Ann to chuckle audibly. It was hard to tell whether Professor Trelawney had heard them, as her face was hidden in shadow. She continued, however, as though she had not. 'Crystal-gazing is a particularly refined art,' she said dreamily. 'I do not expect any of you to See when first you peer into the Orb's infinite depths. We shall start by practising relaxing the conscious mind and external eyes' â€" Ron began to snigger uncontrollably, and had to stuff his fist in his mouth to stifle the noise, causing Ann to chuckle again â€" 'so as to clear the Inner Eye and the superconscious. Perhaps, if we are lucky, some of you will See before the end of the class.' And so they began. Ann, at least, felt extremely foolish, staring blankly at the crystal ball, trying to keep her mind empty when thoughts such as 'this is stupid' kept drifting across it. It didn't help that Ron kept breaking into silent giggles and Hermione kept tutting, and Harry rolled his eyes.
'Seen anything yet?' Harry asked them, after a quarter of an hour's quiet crystal-gazing.
'Yeah, there's a burn on this table,' said Ron, pointing.
'Someone must've spilled their candle.' said Ann looking over at the burn
'This is such a waste of time,' Hermione hissed. 'I could be practising something useful. I could be catching up on Cheering Charms â€"' Professor Trelawney rustled past.
'Would anyone like me to help them interpret the shadowy portents within their Orb?' she murmured over the clinking of her bangles.
'I don't need help,' Ron whispered. 'It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight.' Ann, Harry and Hermione all burst out laughing.
'Now, really!' said Professor Trelawney, as everyone's heads turned in their direction. Parvati and Lavender were looking scandalised. 'You are disturbing the clairvoyant vibrations!' She approached their table and peered into their crystal ball. 'There is something here!' Professor Trelawney whispered, lowering her face to the ball, so that it was reflected twice in her huge glasses. 'Something moving … but what is it? My dear …' Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. 'It is here, plainer than ever before … my dear, stalking towards you, growing ever closer … the Gr â€"'
'Oh, for goodness'sake!' said Hermione, loudly. 'Not that ridiculous Grim again!' Professor Trelawney raised her enormous eyes to Hermione's face. Parvati whispered something to Lavender, and they both glared at Hermione, too. Professor Trelawney stood up, surveying Hermione with unmistakable anger.
'I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class, my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly Mundane.' There was a moment's silence. Then â€"
'Fine!' said Hermione suddenly, getting up and cramming Unfogging the Future back into her bag. 'Fine!' she repeated, swinging the bag over her shoulder and almost knocking Ron off his chair. 'I give up! I'm leaving!' And to the whole class's amazement, Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder out of sight. It took a few minutes for the class to settle down again. Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten all about the Grim. She turned abruptly from Ann, Harry and Ron's table, breathing rather heavily as she tugged her gauzy shawl more closely to her.
'Ooooo!' said Lavender suddenly, making everyone start. 'Oooooo, Professor Trelawney, I've just remembered! You saw her leaving, didn't you? Didn't you, Professor? 'Around Easter, one of our number will leave us for ever!' You said it ages ago, Professor!' Professor Trelawney gave her a dewy smile.
'Yes, my dear, I did indeed know that Miss Granger would be leaving us. One hopes, however, that one might have mistaken the Signs … the Inner Eye can be a burden, you know …' Lavender and Parvati looked deeply impressed, and moved over so that Professor Trelawney could join their table instead.
'I'd wager that she loses at least one student each year,' said Ann causing Ron and Harry to snigger
'Some day Hermione's having, eh?' Ron muttered to Harry and Ann, looking awed.
'Yeah …' Harry glanced into the crystal ball, but saw nothing but swirling white mist.
The Easter holidays were not exactly relaxing. The third-years had never had so much homework. Neville Longbottom seemed close to a nervous collapse, and he wasn't the only one.
'Call this a holiday!' Seamus Finnigan roared at the common room one afternoon. 'The exams are ages away, what're they playing at?'
But nobody had as much to do as Hermione. Even without Divination, she was taking more subjects than anybody else. She was usually last to leave the common room at night, first to arrive at the library the next morning; she had shadows like Lupin's under her eyes, and seemed constantly close to tears. Ron had taken over responsibility for Buckbeak's appeal. When he wasn't doing his own work, he was poring over enormously thick volumes with names like The Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology and Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality. He was so absorbed, he even forgot to be horrible to Crookshanks. Harry, and Ann meanwhile, had to fit in their homework around Quidditch practice every day, not to mention endless discussions of tactics with Wood. The Gryffindor-Slytherin match would take place on the first Saturday after the Easter holidays. Slytherin were leading the tournament by exactly two hundred points. This meant (as Wood constantly reminded his team) that they needed to win the match by more than that amount to win the Cup. It also meant that the burden of winning fell largely on Harry, because capturing the Snitch was worth one hundred and fifty points.
'So you must only catch it if we're more than fifty points up,' Wood told Harry constantly. 'Only if we're more than fifty points up, Harry, or we win the match but lose the Cup. You've got that, haven't you? You must only catch the Snitch if we're â€"'
'I KNOW, OLIVER!' Harry yelled.
'We've got it,' said Ann, who Wood had been pestering to get better at scoring and use that Firebolt to her advantage. The whole of Gryffindor house was obsessed with the coming match. Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup since the legendary Charlie Weasley (Ron's second-oldest brother) had been Seeker. But Ann doubted whether any of them, even Wood, wanted to win as much as she did. The enmity between Harry and Malfoy was at its highest point ever. Malfoy was still smarting about the mud-throwing incident in Hogsmeade, and even more furious that Harry had somehow wormed his way out of punishment. Harry and Ann hadn't forgotten Malfoy's attempt to sabotage him in the match against Ravenclaw, but it was the matter of Buckbeak that made him and Ann most determined to beat Malfoy in front of the entire school. Never, in anyone's memory, had a match approached in such a highly charged atmosphere. By the time the holidays were over, tension between the two teams and their houses was at breaking-point. A number of small scuffles broke out in the corridors, culminating in a nasty incident in which a Gryffindor fourth-year and a Slytherin sixth-year ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears. Harry and Ann were having a particularly bad time of it. Neither one could walk to class without Slytherins sticking out their legs and trying to trip both of them up; Crabbe and Goyle kept popping up wherever the two went, and slouching away looking disappointed when they saw them surrounded by people, and Ann's wand at the ready. Wood had given instructions that Harry and Ann should both be accompanied everywhere, in case the Slytherins tried to put either one out of action. The whole of Gryffindor house took up the challenge enthusiastically, so that it was impossible for Harry or Ann to get to classes on time because they were surrounded by a vast, chattering crowd. Ann was more concerned for her Firebolt's safety than her own. When she wasn't flying it, she locked it securely in her trunk, and frequently dashed back up to Gryffindor Tower at break-times to check that it was still there.
All usual pursuits were abandoned in the Gryffindor common room the night before the match. Even Hermione had put down her books.
'I can't work, I can't concentrate,' she said nervously. There was a great deal of noise. Fred and George Weasley were dealing with the pressure by being louder and more exuberant than ever. Oliver Wood was crouched over a model of a Quidditch pitch in the corner, prodding little figures across it with his wand and muttering to himself. Angelina, and Katie were laughing at Fred and George's jokes. Ann and Harry were sitting with Ron and Hermione, removed from the centre of things, trying not to think about the next day, because every time Ann did, she had the horrible sensation that something very large was fighting to get out of her stomach, Harry felt the exact same way.
'You're going to be fine you two,' Hermione told them, though she looked positively terrified.
'Yeah Ann you've got a Firebolt, and Harry you're the best Seeker at Hogwarts!'said Ron. 'Yeah …' said Harry,
'Totally,' said Ann, her stomach writhing. It came as a relief to both Harry and Ann when Wood suddenly stood up and yelled,
'Team! Bed!'
Ann slept badly. First she dreamed that she had overslept, and that Wood was yelling, 'Where were you? We had to use Hermione instead!'
Ann and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall the next day to enormous applause. Harry nor Ann couldn't help grinning broadly as they saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were clapping for them, too. The Slytherin table hissed loudly as they passed. Ann noticed that Malfoy looked even paler than usual. Wood spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat, while touching nothing himself. Then he hurried them off to the pitch before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again.
'Good luck, Ann,!' called Cerdic Diggory. Ann felt herself blushing.
'OK … no wind to speak of … sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it … ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kick-off …' Wood paced the pitch, staring around with the team behind him. Finally they saw the front doors of the castle open in the distance, and the rest of the school spill onto the lawn.
'Changing rooms,' said Wood tersely. None of them spoke as they changed into their scarlet robes. Ann wondered if they were feeling like she was: as though she'd eaten something extremely wriggly for breakfast. In what seemed like no time at all, Wood was saying,
'OK, it's time, let's go …' Ann pulled Harry aside
'Hey um good luck out there Harry,' said Ann causing Harry to blush
'You too Ann,' said Harry, causing Ann to blush as well. They walked out onto the pitch to a tidal wave of noise. Three-quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them or brandishing banners with slogans such as 'GO GRYFFINDOR!' and 'LIONS FOR THE CUP!'. Behind the Slytherin goalposts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.
'And here are the Gryffindors!' yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. 'Potter, Bell, Johnson, Black, Weasley, Weasley and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best side Hogwarts has seen in a good few years â€"' Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end. 'And here comes the Slytherin team, led by captain Flint. He's made some changes in the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill â€"' More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Ann, however, thought Lee had a point. Malfoy was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team; the rest of them were enormous.
'Captains, shake hands!'said Madam Hooch. Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hands very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers. 'Mount your brooms!'said Madam Hooch. 'Three … two … one …' The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Ann felt her hair fly back; her nerves left her in the thrill of the flight; Angelina quickly grabbed the Quaffle and was shooting toward the goal post when she was intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin was tearing up the pitch â€" when WHAM! â€" Lee kept commenting.
'Nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by â€"Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina- nice swerve round Montague â€" duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! â€" SHE SCORES! TENâ€"ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!' Angelina punched the air as she soared round the end of the pitch; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight â€"
'OUCH!' Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her. 'Sorry!'said Flint, as the crowd below booed. 'Sorry didn't see her!' Next moment, Fred Weasley had chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.
'That will do!' shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between them. 'Penalty to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!'
'Come off it, Miss!' howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Ann flew forward to take the penalty.
'Come on, Anastasia!' yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. 'YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTYâ€"ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!' Ann turned her firebolt sharply after her win to watch Flint, still bleeding freely, fly forwards to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goalposts, his jaw clenched. 'Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!' Lee Jordan told the crowd, as Flint waited for MadamHooch's whistle. 'Superb! Very difficult to pass â€" very difficult indeed â€" YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!' Relieved, Ann kept flying 'Gryffindor is in possession, no, Slytherin in possession â€" no! â€" Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the pitch â€" THAT WAS DELIBERATE!' Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle, had grabbed her head. Katie cartwheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom but dropped the Quaffle. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Ann had put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper. 'THIRTYâ€"ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING â€"'
'Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way â€"!'
'I'm telling it like it is, Professor! Ha haaa!' yelled Lee Jordan, as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. 'Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Nimbus 2000! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle â€" Flint alongside her â€" poke him in the eye, Angelina! â€" it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke â€" oh, no â€" Flint in possession, Flint flying to- wards the Gryffindor goalposts, come on, now, Wood, save â€"!' But Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him. 'Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession â€"' It was turning into the dirtiest match Ann had ever played in. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit Katie with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger. George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor. Once Gryffindor were fifty points ahead … Ann scored. Fiftyâ€"ten. Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded. Madam Hooch was beside herself.
'You do not attack the Keeper unless the Quaffle is within the scoring area!' she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. 'Gryffindor penalty!' And Angelina scored. Sixtyâ€"ten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Ann seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal: seventyâ€" ten. The Gryffindor crowd below were screaming themselves hoarse â€" Gryffindor were sixty points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs. But Malfoy had thrown himself forward, grabbed hold of Harry's broom's tail and was pulling it back. Malfoy was barley panting with the effort of holding onto the broom, but his eyes were sparkling maliciously. He had achieved what he'd wanted â€"
'Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!' Madam Hooch screeched, shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One. 'YOU CHEATING SCUM!' Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. 'YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B â€"' Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her fist in Malfoy's direction; her hat had fallen off, and she, too, was shouting furiously. Ann took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry at Malfoy that she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights. 'Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal â€" Montague scores â€"' Lee groaned. 'Seventyâ€" twenty to Gryffindor … 'Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON!' Every single Slytherin player apart from Malfoy, even the Slytherin Keeper, was streaking up the pitch towards Angelina â€" they were all going to block her â€" Ann wheeled the Firebolt about, bent so low she was lying flat along the handle and kicked it forwards. Like a bullet, hse shot towards the Slytherins. 'AAAAAAARRRGH!' They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed towards them; Angelina's way was clear. 'SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor lead by eighty points to twenty!' Ann, who had almost pelted headlong into the stands, skidded to a halt in mid-air, reversed and zoomed back into the middle of the pitch. Then Harry threw himself forwards, taking both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and â€" 'YES!' He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears. The tiny golden ball was held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers. Then Wood was speeding towards him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them, Ann pulled him into a big hug; then Angelina, and Katie's voices, 'We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!' Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth. Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the pitch. Hands were raining down on their backs. Then Ann, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, Ann saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes â€" 'Yeh beat 'em, Harry, Ann yeh two beat 'em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!' There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way towards Ann and Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed, as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup. As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus. Especially when Ann kept hugging him and cheering, causing Harry to blush very deeply.