If anything the weather got worse. As it did so, the Quidditch team's concentration also got worse and Wood, the ever unforgiving captain, pushed them harder. Part of the counter tactics he had developed for the oncoming game was to have them all fly at high speed at low level. This was difficult enough in calm conditions but with the rain constantly splashing in their faces and the roaring Scottish winds it was difficult to judge whether or not one would crash into the ground.
It might have been a brain deficiency or it might be because as keeper his role was to fly high above the ground and police the Gryffindor hoops, whatever the reason Wood was not the least bit sympathetic when a member of the Quidditch team would find themselves crash-rolling into the mud at high speed.
On the way back to the common room, Harry was thinking thoughts of murder and torture when he was snapped out of his musings.
"Harry what on Earth happened?" said Nearly-Headless Nick regarding Harry in shock. About 80% or more of Harry's body was caked in Mud and he had a few cuts on his exposed skin as a result of the intensive practice and high speed impacts to the ground.
"Oh, uh… Qu… Quidditch P… Pr… Practice. The w… weather is a b… b…bit…" Harry shivered out the words through his chattering teeth. Between the exhaustion, the water, the mud and the cuts to his skin he would probably make an overprotective Matron quite worried.
"Are you sure, you look like you've been through a war?"
"Y…Yeah." Harry said "S… sorry Nick but I'm in d… desperate n…need of a hot shower."
"Not at all, Not at all. Hurry along now, we can't have you out of shape for the Quidditch cup, the Baron would never let me live it down."
Harry continued his journey unaware that he'd just missed Filch who was nearby looking for whoever soiled his floors with mud.
When Harry entered the common room, everyone went silent and looked at him in horror, though some of the less sympathetic members of Gryffindor House sniggered at his predicament. Sighing Harry ignored them and went to get showered. He removed his clothes, put them in the laundry hamper (feeling sorry for whoever had to wash them) and spent over half-an-hour letting the hot water run through his being before he bothered to use soap and shampoo.
He dressed into some clean clothes and went down to the common room where he was confronted by his sister.
"Sit." She ordered, pointing at a chair.
Harry did as ordered and Emma took out a tub "Madam Pomfrey gave me a tub of Murtlap cream she used last time. You already have one scar you can never get rid of, you don't need any others."
"Emma I can do that myself."
"Quiet." She snapped, causing half the common room to jump in shock.
After a few minutes she was done "Good boy, now go do whatever it is you have to do."
Harry laughed at his sister's tone and went off.
Emma went and sat with Colin and Demleza, to try and finish there Charms homework.
"By the way have either of you seen Ginny?" said Emma
The Muggleborns shook their heads.
"I wonder where she is, she has this homework due soon as well." Said Emma
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Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction
ActionIn this fanfiction harry has a sister named emma lily potter . She was 2 months old when their parents were murdered. Her birth was secret. She was saved by harry. Then they were sent to the dursleys where they were abused. then one day the gamekeep...
