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As we enter November, the temperature starts getting colder. On the first Saturday of the month, the day of the first Quidditch game comes. I'm sat at the Gryffindor table with Fred and George along with Lee. I'm just sat there, picking at my food. "Hey, Harry will be fine. Fred and I will make sure nothing happens to him," George reassures me and I shake my head, my eyes going to Harry. "But what if something does happen? What if something happens to him and you can't get to him fast enough to save him?" I ask the twins.
"Then you'll save him faster than anyone else can," Fred tells me, putting his hand onto mine. "You shouldn't worry about it, Lily."
"Okay. But..." I begin.
"No buts, Lily. He'll be fine," George cuts me off,
"Fine." I surrender and they both nod their heads.
"Good. Now eat," Fred tells me sternly and I sigh, picking up a slice of toast and eating it.
"Better?" I ask them and they nod their heads.
Breakfast seems to have been extended for Quidditch games so, at half-past ten, all of the Quidditch members get up from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables and start walking out of the Great Hall and down to the Quidditch Pitch. "Good luck, boys," I say. I stand up, kissing them both on the cheek before they walk out of the hall to the Quidditch pitch.
"What was that all about?" Ange asks me.
"Nothing," I tell her.
"Oh, that wasn't nothing? Do you really expect me to believe that?" she asks me and I nod my head. "Yes. Yes I do," I tell her and she scoffs.
"Well, I really don't believe that but I'll come off it," she tells me and I nod my head.
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At eleven we all head down to the Quidditch stands surrounding the pitch. Hermione, Ron, Neville and two other boys join Angelina and me. "Hey," I tell them not taking my eyes off of the pitch. "Hey," Hermione and Ron tell me.
"You alright?" Ange asks me and I nod my head. "Well, you don't seem alright."
"Why do I feel like something is going to happen today?" I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders. "Not a clue but you need to stop worrying. This is just going to be like last years Quidditch game," she tells me.
"Where Wood fell off of his broom five minutes into the game?" I ask her.
"Fine. Like the last game of the season when Charlie was here," she tells me and I nod my head.
"Ok. Just can no one talk about people getting hurt until the game is finished, please?" I ask and everyone around me tells me alright and I sigh in relief.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter.
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