A Weasley Family Match
‘Come on, Perce, if you want to become a rose-herder, you’ll have to do better than that!’ Harry taunted and dipped down right in front of Percy, only to shoot almost straight up into the sky again mere inches away from his broom-twigs.
The air was crisp this January afternoon, the sun brilliant. A perfect day for Quidditch. Harry’s gaze roamed the sky. With fresh snow on the ground, the air sparkled with golden reflections. Today it would be difficult even for him to spot the snitch quickly. Several yards below, Percy hunched over his broom, his shoulders drawn up. Percy had a lot to get out of his system. He’d lost his job at the Ministry for good and the outcome of his up-coming interview to become a herder of horse-roses down in Cornwall was anything but a sure thing.
Harry cursed under his breath. Weasley family matches were fiercely competitive even if one member didn’t have anything vital to prove to the family. The one time when Fred and George had managed to sell tickets to a family match to retired players of the Cannons and the Harpies was the stuff of legend.
Damn, damn, damn. He deeply regretted that his plan of defeating Percy in the abbreviated version of Quidditch of ‘Catch the Snitch’ had failed But obviously that would have been too much to ask for. He and Percy, two brooms and a snitch in a darkening January evening. It would have been quick and painless. Over in a blink.
What he got instead was this bloody brilliant, glittering January afternoon and an Order meeting turned Quidditch match.
And Hermione as Chaser on his team.
Though she wasn’t even that bad, he had to admit. Although Hermione was much too cautious to be a good flyer, aim was accurate and her throws passable. Of course she was no match for Fleur Weasley, the Keeper for Percy’s team. On the other hand Hermione’s ‘happy’ expression at having to play had effectively curdled a jug of milk, so maybe one glance from her would prevent Percy from having the streak of luck he so richly deserved but must not enjoy today of all days…
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‘Merlin, Percy! Keep your eyes open!’ Ron growled after Harry’s ‘shooting-star’tack had almost thrown Percy off his broom. ‘You’re still a Weasley! We have a reputation to maintain!’
Percy winced, but obediently nudged his broom higher. He wished he could have refused playing. But of course that was quite impossible. Being invited to play Seeker at a Weasley family match was the highest honour the clan could bestow. That happened only if the whole family was inordinately proud of your accomplishments or if everyone thought that you needed some serious cheering-up.
Percy rather doubted he’d ever feel cheerful again. He should have noticed…he should have helped…he should have saved Kingsley…he should…If wishes were broomsticks…It was even worse that Harry was right: he needed to be quick on his broom if he wanted the job in Cornwall. For all the peace and quiet he desired to find among the herds of horse-roses and their bees, it was definitely not a desk job.
Fuck desk jobs. By now it was clear that he sucked at desk jobs, no matter how much he loved them. It was time for a change. And this time, his family supported him. In spite of everything. He drew a shuddering breath. You’re still a Weasley.
I’m a Weasley, he thought. Weasleys don’t give up. He soared higher and squinted in the glare of sunlight, staring around for the elusive gleam of the snitch. I’m still a Weasley. He clenched his teeth.
He’d catch the snitch today.
He’d get the job in Cornwall.
And he’d never return to London in his life.
Below him, Ron gestured imperiously to his fellow Chasers, Alina and Ginny.
‘At ’em, girls!’ Ron shouted.
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Severus glared at Harry, although he was fairly sure that Potter was too far away to observe his facial expression. A Quidditch game to alleviate stress? To reduce the general tension? What was he playing at?
And although it was rather an Order meeting turned Quidditch match, including a few guests, it was still a Weasley family match.And you did not refuse an invitation to participate in a Weasley family match.
Not even Hermione.
He batted forcefully at a bludger and sent it hurtling towards Draco, while keeping an eye out for Hermione. If anything happened to Hermione because of this foolishness…It was painfully obvious that Hermione didn’t like flying. Her prim posture. The way she carefully clutched at the broom. Though her aim was surprisingly precise and her throws lacked merely strength and experience.
He recalled Rolanda Hooch’s theory of how a person’s behaviour on a broom told you exactly how much self-confidence they had.
Severus narrowed his eyes as he observed his wife. Now, at the beginning of the match, the game was still slow—the players were trying to get a feel for the members of their team as well as of the flying style of their opponents…
Was Hermione really that insecure?
Memories of Hermione flashed through his mind—the painfully overeager child, lips pressed together, eyes huge, arm thrust straight into the air—the shocked, disbelieving expression at two scant words of praise only last year…
How could a witch be so brave and brilliant and still doubt herself?
What’s that? A bludger racing straight at Hermione? Never mind that she was on the other team—damn!—he’d never get there in time—Merlin’s bollocks, what was that?!—
A scowl. A jerk. A bumpy, clumsy drop of around three feet. And Hermione grinned mischievously at her husband, while Bill vigorously lobbed the bludger at Ron.
Severus gasped with relief. Good grief, he may have survived meeting Death Personified, but right now he wasn’t sure if he’d make it through this match!
Precioussss (LOL you spelt it right…I just couldn’t resist)
Very interesting stuff about Hogwarts the castle…it does seem almost sentient even in the books – what with all those moving staircases etc.
I like the idea that it knew who defended it – and mourned those who died as far as it could.
You’re making me all sentimental…
Magical Forensics
Question – so I’m a bit confused about when Kingsley died. Weeks ago, right? and then they raised his body to act as him for those intervening weeks until someone figured it out? I assume they had some purpose for him in that time.
*iz confused*
Umbridge Unravelled
You don’t know it yet – but I cottoned on to the fact that Umbridge was not the main perpetrator a while back. *glares in the direction of the Inquisition*
EBIL.
*i iz shaking in my bootses*
No one expects the Monks of the Inquisition!!
Precious
“He even permitted her to smooth back his hair, to gently stroke his cheek.” *sigh*
I never thought about it, but Hogwarts is indeed an accumulation of magical energy. I say so many times that the Castle has a soul…but it’s not really a soul. So much magical energy just gave it a magic of it’s own. Right?
Yes, exactly. The same thing that created Death Personified…energy, beliefs, souls…
Magical Forensics
“If I were a Muggle, Hermione thought” i love this. She is finally so distant from her Muggle origins!
So , she probably killed Shacklebolt when he went to her office (silly Auror,in fact so many are being so silly), but how did she do it?
There is a scene in which Umbridge and Shacklebolt are alone. The scene ends with Umbridge touching her wand. That was right before she cast the Avada Kedavra or something like that…
Umbridge Unravelled?
I’ve been thinking for sometime about Necromancers. Severus told Hermione on a previous chapter that there were no Necromancers among the Death Eaters, but how could he know? Madame Dubois recognized him as one, but he didn’t recognized her.
And wasn’t Severus the rightful Owner of the Elder Wand? This always left me confused.
Is it possible that the Guys in Black have Necromancers or something similar?Isn’t that what Severus is thinking? Hmmm
Absurd Suspicions
*sigh*
I can’t stop thinking that if anyone else made that suggestion , Andromeda would at least consider it!
And why can’t they just understand that ,if the wizarding world STILL believes in and practices old rites , why shouldn’t the Muggles do the same.
The guys in black use Necromancers has exorcists, so they must be wizards who probably don’t even know they are or something like that.( 😀 )
But the Inquisition left records of their activity in the past.Someone with power and knowledge engaged Umbridge to do this, the stupid, ambitious frog!
Defeat
Of course.
And the owner is probably whoever defeated Umbridge. And this also means, that it was not necessarily, the one who killed her!
Trolls, Death and Friendship
This was just lovely! Harry is growing up a bit! I guess “marching hand in hand into Death and back” does indeed change you!
And what a smart idea a game of Quidditch. Almost too Slytherin !