Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || G. Weasley

POA: Chapter Seven

     
Days later, Harry, Cordelia, and Hermione were sitting in the Common room talking about Arithmancy, when Ron came sprinting down the boy's staircase, dragging his bedsheet.

"LOOK!" He bellowed, going over to Hermione. "LOOK!"

"Ron, what—?"

"SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!"

Cordelia looked at the sheet Ron was holding. There was something red on it. Something that looked a lot like blood.

"BLOOD!" Ron yelled, confirming Cordelia's thoughts. "HE'S GONE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"

"N—no," said Hermione.

Ron threw something on Hermione's ruin translations. Lying on top of the weird, spiky shapes were several long, Ginger cat hairs.

At a quarter to eleven a few days later, the Gryffindor team set off for the locker room. The weather was clear and cool and nice. Now that Harry and Cordelia had their Firebolts, there was no way that they could lose.

"You know what to do," said Wood. "If we lose this match, we're out of the running, just— fly like you did in practice yesterday, and we'll be okay!" The team walked out into the pitch.

"Wood, Davis, shake hands." Madam Hooch said briskly.

"Mount your brooms... on my whistle... three—two—one—"

Cordelia kicked off into the air as she listened to the commentary being performed by Lee Jordan.

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolts that Harry Potter and Cordelia Lupin are flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolts's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship—"

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" Interrupted Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor, heading for the goal..."

Fred came racing toward Cordelia, in pursuit of Bludger that was heading her way. Just as Katie had made the first goal of the match, Cordelia saw Harry dive but was nearly hit by a Bludger and she realized that he had lost the Snitch.

"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolts go! Potter's really putting it through its paces now, see it turn— Chang's Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt's precision— balance it really noticeable in these long—"

"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!"

Suddenly Cho screamed and both Cordelia and Harry looked down to see three Dementors. Both of them pulled out their wands and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!"

Two very large silvery shapes flew from their wands, and Cordelia watched as Harry stretched out his hand and caught the Snitch.

"That's my boy!" Wood kept yelling.

"Those were some Patronus." Said a voice behind Harry and Cordelia.

Cordelia turned around to see her Pa.

"The Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Said Harry excitedly.

"That would be because they weren't Dementors. You two gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright," said Remus.

Professor McGonagall was extremely angry and she was yelling louder than Cordelia had ever heard her.

Around three the next morning, Cordelia heard shouting coming from Harry, and Ron's dorm and scrambled out of bed to go investigate.