Out of the Dark (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11- A Normal Game of Quidditch

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER STORYLINE, SETTINGS OR CHARACTERS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K ROWLING.

I gasped, water drenched my hair and face, and George’s laughter filled my ears “Rise and shine sleepy head!” He chuckled, laughing even harder when I glared at him. I fumbled around on the bedside table for my wand, keeping my eyes on George, who was in holding his stomach in fits of laughter, I flicked my wand and the bedcovers and every wet part of my body instantly dried.

With a quick mutter of “Aguamenti” a rush of ice-cold water rushed out of my wand and drenched George from head to toe. He gasped “Who’s laughing now?” I said smugly.

“We are going to the Burrow in twenty minutes.” He said shortly, stomping out of the room like a small child. I laughed to myself, hopped out of bed and proceeded to get ready.

Twenty minutes later I walked out into the living area to find George completely dry but still sulking, he looked up at me “Ready to go?” he said dismissively.

I laughed “Indeed I am” I smiled at him cheekily “Are we apparating?” I asked.

George nodded curtly before breaking into a smile of his own “I can’t believe you did that.”

I took his arm and replied “I can’t believe that you didn’t think I would” Then the familiar feeling of squeezing into a black hole and having your insides churned up hit me. We landed, a little dizzily, onto back garden of the Burrow; we instantly heard the voices of all of the Weasley family coming from inside the house.

As we walked in we were instantly greeted by Molly “About time George!” she huffed “Ginny and Harry are wanting to share some, ‘important’ news” she lifted her fingers to act as quotation marks. “Oh hello Athena, dear how are you?” Molly smiled kindly at me. I saw George roll his eyes “I’m fine thank you Molly” I smiled back.

“Oh good do go into the living room, it’s little cramped because everyone is here but I’m sure it will be okay” Molly began to fuss around the kitchen, muttering something about tea.

I turned to George and said in a hushed whisper “Does she not know yet?”

“No, it’s only us and Ron and Hermione” he whispered back to me “and they guessed.”

We were greeted by all of George’s brothers, their partners and obviously Ginny and Harry. But today, we were also joined by an older woman, a similar age to Arthur and Molly; who was holding a young baby.

George looked at me “You don’t know Andromeda do you?” he said indicating to the woman. I shook my head.

“Andromeda, this is Athena Black, Athena this is Andromeda Tonks and her grandson Teddy”

“It’s nice to meet you” I smiled at the woman, by looking at her you could tell that she was grieving as well, but her eyes seemed to widen when George said my name.

“Black?” she asked “I used to be a Black, before I married”

“Really?” I was intrigued “Are we related in anyway? The elite left out a few things about my family” I laughed nervously.

“Depends who your parents are, dear” she said, hushing the now whimpering Teddy.

“Sirius Black is my father” I stated simply “I don’t know about my mother.”

She gasped; Harry pulled the baby away from her. “Sirius had a daughter?” she breathed. She suddenly beamed and flung her arms around me “Sirius was my favourite cousin” she whispered.

I hugged her back, surprised by her sudden change of mood. I chuckled “I’m glad one of his family liked him, from what I can most of them thought he was a blood traitor”

Andromeda whispered again “It’s because they thought the same of me”

We pulled away from each other, and at that moment I knew that Andromeda Tonks was going to be in my life a lot more for now on, she was the family I was looking for.

It wasn’t until Ginny coughed that I realised the reason we were actually meant to be here. She had her arm looped in Harry’s and a wide beam was spread across her face, she was also making the glittering ring on her finger very obvious. “We have some news” Harry stuttered slightly, his feet shuffling “I know a few of you know already, mainly through guessing, or Ginny’s inability to keep a secret” he grinned and looked her affectionately. “But we are getting married.” The room erupted into cheering, particularly from Ron and Hermione.

 However, Molly was not cheering. “What about school?!” she screeched, pure shock written across her face.

Ginny frowned “I knew you would do this” she rolled her eyes.

“For good reason!” Molly’s face started to go crimson. “and don’t you dare roll your eyes at me Ginerva!”

“I’ll have you know mother that I have actually been offered a position as chaser at the Holyhead Harpies, and I have taken it” Ginny said calmly. “So school is not necessary”

“Oh” Molly’s face changed “well congratulations then, for both counts”

She turned out of the room and into the kitchen when we heard her muttering several profanities to herself. Everyone left in the living room was trapped in an awkward silence, George snorted beside me, obviously trying to hold back laughter.

“Fancy a game of Quidditch?” said Harry cheerily, trying to break the tension.

“Bring it on!” Laughed Ginny, she instantly let go of his arm and ran outside. I heard Hermione groan, she didn’t look like someone who liked Quidditch. I however was a massive fan; we used to play it on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, when the older school members were at Hogsmeade, I was always placed as beater, simply because I was little vicious when on a broomstick.

George and I made it outside just as they were deciding teams, so far Harry and Ginny were seekers, Ron and Charlie were keepers, Bill had relieved himself of Fleur, who had been clinging onto his arm all afternoon; and was playing chaser for one team with Percy being chaser on the other. This left George and I to be beaters, I joined Harry’s team, with Ron and Bill. I’d heard that they were all good players; I felt we had more of a chance of winning.

We all kicked off the ground on our brooms; I borrowed a broom from the Weasley’s shed, which happened to contain a couple spare.

The game began with Hermione releasing the balls, I held the bat in my hand searching for any bludgers that were coming my way, suddenly I heard a laugh coming from George and a bludger was flying towards my face. I swung my arm and hit it towards Percy who was about to score, it caused him to turn over on his broom and drop the quaffle. However my broom didn’t agree with the sudden movement of me swinging the bat. It jolted suddenly, it began bucking and thrashing, I had to cling on for dear life. The broom jerked upwards, launching itself higher than any other player, I heard Ron shout at me “What are you doing?!”

“I’m not really sure!” was all I could manage to shout back. The broom shuddered violently, twisting itself round I suddenly found my self hanging from the broom with two hands. But it didn’t stop, I was being flung around like a rag doll, swinging in all directions, it was like someone had charmed the broom into becoming a bucking bronco.

 I heard the distant screams of “Hang on!”

“We’ll come and get you!”

“Don’t let go!” but I couldn’t make out who was shouting them.

  Then I heard the crack. The broom came away in two pieces in my hands and the sudden rush of air pressure hit my face. I could feel myself flailing in the air, bracing myself for the crash awaiting me, I pressed my eyes together. Thud, I felt a pair of arms secure around my body, the slight dip of a broom as I landed, and I heard the all to familiar chuckle of George Weasley. I opened my eyes and found myself in his arms, my face about an inch away from his. My breath caught in my chest.

“If you wanted my attention you could have just asked” he smirked.