Reflections - Mattheo Riddle

Banned

Harry didn't answer. He turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph; all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and seemed to be making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.

'We wanted to write another couple of verses!' Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. Kirra glared over at Malfoy, her forehead scrunching up in anger.

'But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly – we wanted to sing about his mother, see –'

'Talk about sour grapes,' said Kirra, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.

'– we couldn't fit in useless loser either – for his father, you know –'

Fred and George had realised what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand, they stiffened, looking round at Malfoy. "Fuck off Malfoy," Kirra warned

'Leave it!' said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. 'Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little –'

'– but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?' said Malfoy, sneering at Harry. 'Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasleys' hovel smells OK –'

Harry grabbed hold of George. Meanwhile, it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Kirra looked around for Madam Hooch as she held onto George, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.

'Or perhaps,' said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, 'you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it –'

Kirra was not aware of releasing George, all she knew was that a second later her, George and Harry were sprinting towards Malfoy. She had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching: all she wanted to do was defend Lily; with no time to draw out her wand, but stopped as she watched as Harry merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach –

'KIRRA! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!'

She could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing and the bellowing of the crowd around her, but she did not care as she threw her fist across the blonde boys cheek, "don't fucking talk about her." Not until somebody in the vicinity yelled Impedimenta!' and she was knocked over backwards by the force of the spell, did she abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy she could reach.

Mattheo, Theodore and Jasper all stood back and watched. The cousins had smirks on their faces, the two of them looking super proud of the girl.

But it was a different case when it came to Mattheo. His face was blank... empty. He stared at the girl. The girl. Was it really his girl? Was this really Kirra Potter? She had changed so much, was this the girl that he knew? That he loved so much?

Kirra lay on the ground, her heart pounding, the sounds of the chaos around her muffled as if she were underwater. She could barely see through the haze of anger and adrenaline, her vision tunneling on Malfoy's sneering face.

Her hand throbbed from the impact of her punch, but she felt a grim satisfaction in knowing that she had at least managed to wipe the smirk off his face.

"Kirra, Harry, George – what are you thinking?" Madam Hooch's voice cut through the noise, sharp and full of anger. She marched over to them, her expression thunderous. "Fighting! On the pitch! I will not tolerate this behavior!"