What if Harry Potter had a cousin on his father's side?
Mackenzie (Moon) Nightshade, a transfer student from Beauxbatons; after her horrible aunt passes, she moves to Yorkshire to live with her Godfather (Remus Lupin). Follow her journey of babysitt...
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Christmas soon passed and the Quidditch Finals came. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall. Harry smiled cheerfully at Gryffindor while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff clapped. Luna and Moon sat either side of Neville sandwiching him. As Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat opposite. Wood spent the whole of breakfast getting the team to eat so they were ready for the game. A while later they left to get ready. 'Good luck' Was thrown around the room as they left. Neville tapped Mackenzie on the shoulder she turned to him as he pulled out a parchment passing it to her. Looking down at the paper a giant smile stretched on her face.
"Neville! You got 67% you've improved so much." Mackenzie congratulated flipping through the test papers.
"I wouldn't have done it without you. Thanks for everything you've done."
"Oh your not rid of me yet, I plan on annoying you till you get at least an eighty. Maintenant viens, I want a good spot where I can see." Moon grabbed the boys cloaked and gestured Ginny and Luna to follow as they made their way to the quidditch grounds.
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"YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!" Lee Jordan screamed at the top of his lungs. Harry and Malfoy zoomed around trying to spot the missing snitch. "...Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the pitch - THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Katie Bell zoomed down the filed Montague (a Slytherin chaser) he swerved in front of her broom grabbing her head instead of the Quaffle. Katie managed to stay on her broom but lost the Quaffle. Minutes later Katie received a penalty shot. It was thirty-zero, Harry had spotted the snitch but went towards the Slytherin misleading Malfoy.
No one was a match for Harry's firebolt, that he had mysteriously received on Christmas day. Flint scored a goal, causing Jordan to curse into the micro-phone, Professor McGonagall attempted to take the magic megaphone off him. "Sorry Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Slytherin..." Katie was soon to score. Fifty- ten, Harry now began to look for the snitch. He court sight of it only to lose it again.
A couple of minutes later saw Malfoy diving for a tiny, golden glimmer. Harry's heart jumped as he steered his firebolt towards the snitch. Everyone held their breath, he was a Malfoy ankle... now level with the blond. He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and-
"YES!" Holding his closed fist up to the sky, the stadium exploded with cheers. Wood speed towards him, tears in his eyes. The rest of the team joined, clapping him on the back and yelled 'We won the cup'. They sank down to the ground and hoisted Harry upon their shoulders. The crowd came down from the stands cheering and surrounding the seeker. Professor McGonagall was crying harder than Wood, wiping her eyes on a Gryffindor flag. Percy was jumping up and down like a manic, completely forgetting his composure. Harry held the cup up in the arm, he felt ecstatic.
