Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 / 𝑬𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒐

{ Song: Eenie Meenie by Sean Kingston and Justin Bieber }

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"Ready to leave?" Hermione says eagerly when we meet up outside the castle to walk over to the quidditch pitch, and she's looking almost as nervous as she seems to be excited.

"Worried about Ron?" I say and her cheeks turns red.

"He'll be fine, I know he will. It's just, sometimes he's kind of got two left feet and it doesn't go very well with quidditch" she says, but her attempt to sound reassuring doesn't match with the expression on her face.

"Let's go watch him get beaten up then" I say with an excessive tone of sarcasm, "wanna bet if it's him or Harry who will end up in the hospital wing after the game?"

She gives me a glare that turns into a giggle as we walk over to the pitch.

The massive stands around the field are decorated in the colours of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw houses, diverting from the original storyline. It's my first quidditch game since I woke up and I find it impressive how every single student and teacher seem to be joining the audience to watch the game. Most of the seats are already taken when Hermione and I get to the top, and the noise from the crowd, the whining wind and Lee Jordan's overly biased commentaries all blend into a loud blur. It's almost as if the adrenaline around us is contagious, making my heart beat faster as it rushes through me, and everyone in the audience is cheering enthusiastically when the teams prepare for the game.

After a few minutes, Madame Hooch's whistle goes off with a sharp, piercing sound and the game begins. I haven't considered quidditch to be a very interesting part of the wizarding world, finding it quite one-sided compared to everything else and having the impression that it seems to get the players injured more than anything else. However, it's undeniable that a certain red headed boy doesn't change my outlook on the scene at least a little bit.

While Hermione is proudly cheering for Ron the entire game and letting out dramatic, frightened gasps whenever a bludger is coming his way, I follow Fred's every swift move with my gaze. I don't think I've ever seen, or even imagined him as focused as this, giving his everything and determined to win the game. He doesn't get distracted for a single moment and the goofy, restless boy that I've spent the better part of the past few days with doesn't seem familiar at all.

I had almost forgotten that quidditch games don't end until one of the teams' seekers catch the golden snitch. After what must surely be a longer time than an average match has passed, I'm wondering how long everyone actually watches the game until they lose interest and decide to do something else. The wind is blowing colder through the stands as the sky gradually gets darker, and the noise from the audience slowly becomes less enthusiastic as time passes by.

When the snitch is finally caught by Harry and Madame Hooch's whistle blows once again to mark the end of the game, every Gryffindor in the crowd fly to their feet and the sound of applause and cheering echoes across the pitch. The cheers turn into one loud, deafening voice and even if it's impossible to make out a single word that's being shouted, they fill the atmosphere among the crowd with such joy and fellowship that it speaks for itself.

"We won, and none of them got hurt! It's unbelievable" Hermione says while laughing in relief.

Once the cheering and shouting has ceased and the teams have gotten off the field, we walk back to the castle along with everyone else. I had gotten dressed for the party before going to the game so that I could go with Hermione straight to the Gryffindor tower.