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Chapter 7- Quidditch Games and Harry

It was the day of the first Quidditch game, it was still late fall, even if winter is really close. The sun was shining, the air was cool but not as bad for the audience compared to the players. I dressed in the uniform that Angelina got me, it was my skinny jeans, the jersey and long cloak, along with gloves, knee pads and elbow pads that I threw aside, not wanting the elbow pads.

I grabbed my broom and officially was out of the wing, I missed the common-room and my dorm with Mione, Lavender and Pavarti are okay I guess too-minus the snoring. I rushed down the series of stairecases, making it into the Great Hall just as Dumbledore was giving a small speech. All eyes flickered to me, and Dumbledore even said "And welcome back Ember." raising his glass up and I smiled and waved at him, all confident like. (Even if I was dying of embarresment) I sat in between Hermione and Harry, Hermione hugged me, Harry shamelessly kissed my hair and smiled. I blushed and smiled shyly back.

"After the feast I expect you'll all head to the first Gryffindor game of the season, Gryffindor VS Slytherin, Have a good feast." Dumbledore finished and I reached for the rolls and eggs, filling my plate- even if I was nervous. I urged Harry to eat and he did, he said just becuase I begged. "Team let's go!" Oliver ordered and Mione wished me luck, so did Ron.

We walked out to the changing rooms, where me and Harry headed to the side of the sits, Oliver began his prep-talk.

"Alright, it's Slytherin How hard is there team right? Wrong. Slytherin is skillful and they cheat- you need to focus- Chaser's let Ember gave most of the passes, she's best on getting the ball and scoring, Beaters, avoid hit our team- try little penalties please, I'll focus on their main vessel of a Chaser, he is going to get all the goals. Harry, never let the Seeker win. We are brave, we are smart...we are..." he said waiting for an answer. "GYFFINDOR!" we screamed.

"Here comes the Gryffindor team, with Wood, Katie, Angelina, Weasleys one and two, along with new first year Chaser Ember Lupin, and new first year Seeker Harry Potter!" I droned out the Slytherin team's names but glared at Draco and as she blew the whistle, I was off, grabbing the Quaffle and away I went. The wind whipped my hair and I faintly here Katie yell "A!" and that meant play A. Angie flew beneath me and I dropped the Quaffle, before doing a flip and nearly avoiding a bludger. Angie went to the middle, passing it to Katie who swiftly went around the Chasers, before passing it to me for the goal.

The Keeper was a 6th year and looked rather tough. I made a fake throw, he fell for it and I tossed it forcefully into the middle hoop. He cursed and I went back into the game. I reached out as Angie passed it, but the Slytherin Chaser grabbed my shoulder and held me into place, I struggled as Lee was screaming about a foul. Then he grabbed the end of my broom, making it go wild. I punched him in the jaw, blood was already visable as he got the penalty. His nose was broken, blood freely spilling. I raced back to the game, swipeing the Quaffle as I zoomed by, leaving the other Beaters and Chasers shocked. I threw it swiftly into the hoop without much effort it went in, I needed Harry to get the snitch.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry bobbing wildly as he tried to reach for something, when I saw Snape muttering stuff and got angry. Harry then was falling, his cloak billowing around him, but I quickly flew forward and caught his cloak, he held up the Golden Snitch! WE WON! But Harry! I quickly rushed down to the land and focused on Harry. I knelt by him brushed his hair from his forehead. "Harry..." I said gently and he just grinned and breathlessly whispered "Ember. We won." and I smacked his arm lightly.

"Y-you could have died, bloody merlin Harry!" I studdered as I helped him up, before crushing him in a hug, Ron and Hermione then said "Guys do you remember when Snape was all hurt in the Great Hall the other day?" Ron whispered and we nodded. "Well, we think it has to do with the third-floor, and he controlled Harry's brrom until I set his robes on fire that is." Mione said and I chuckled.