To The Moon And Back

The horrible football

I might be back ...

After a while at Midtåsen, Harry and Ginny apparated Dudley back and they now found themselves in the old Grimmauld Place.

'What?' Ginny asked.

Harry gave her a confused look.

'What's football?'

'Eleven people running after a ball like maniacs for ninety minutes with their IQs written on the back of their shirts.' Harry replied jokingly.

'Don't.'

'Don't what?' asked Harry with a smug smile all over his face.

'Don't get dad humour now! You're not even twenty, you're too young to be handed to the devil of jokes.' said Ginny seriously.

I'm sorry.' said Harry bowing his head in shame, only to find himself and Ginny laughing seconds later.

'Bad doggie.' Ginny laughed as she playfully smacked the top of Harry's head.

'We're pathetic aren't we?'

'Without a shadow of doubt.' Harry replied as he gave her a quick peck on her lips.

——

The remainder of the week Harry made a football team including Sirius, Tonks, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Fleur, himself, Ginny, Ron and Hermione (much to her annoyance as she had been forced to join them).

If Harry was, to be honest, Hermione was probably the best player despite her hating of the sport, but then again she was the only one who knew the rules by heart and even knew what football was (Soccer for Americans).

Ron was the goalkeeper, Fred and George were defenders centre-backs, Mr and Mrs Weasley were Left back and Right back, Tonks and Sirius were both centre midfielders, Fleur and Ginny were left and right midfielders and Harry and Hermione were both centre-forwards.

They weren't exactly good but they were adequate enough, all Harry could hope for was that the other team sucked more than his did.

——

Tuesday a week after Christopher Milligan had invited them to join them for a game of football, The Thundering Weasels found themselves on an old probably not used in twenty years football field.

'Over here, Harry!' said Christopher Milligan from the other side of the field with a team that looked far more professional than his, all the players seemed to be under twenty-five and all wore football suits, while his team went from the age of seventeen to Mr and Mrs Weasley Who were probably soon in their fifties or already was there plus they were all wearing Weasley sweaters and baggy trousers.

'What a ... team you have there, Harry.' said Christopher.

'Don't judge a book by its cover.' Harry replied.

In a matter of seconds, every boy from the other team was staring at Fleur, drooling, summed up they all looked pathetic.

'Ze boyz are zo immature, don't zey know I am just a normal woman who iz married?' Fleur whispered-hissed so only The Thundering Weasels could hear it.

'They're pathetic.' Tonks, who that day had pink hair and loads of freckles speed over her body, replied.

'I'm looking rather forward to this muggle sport.' said Mr Weasley enthusiastically.

'I won't join you there.' said Hermione, seeming to wish she was back at the burrow curled up in a beanbag with a book she had just started reading called, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, she preferred muggle books as literature books, because in her opinion no wizard nor witch had any talent in fictional books. Plus, she had grown especially fond of this character named Sam, despite her many flaws, Hermione thought she was a great example of the fact that women could be awesome.

'Why couldn't James play instead of me, Harry?' Hermione asked rhetorically.

'Because I'm a copy of him, except for the eyes and they would understand something fishy was going on as they all know me as an orphan, now cheer up, you're the best player on the team!'

At this Hermione lit up and raised her head slightly in pride.

'Ready?' Christopher asked.

'Of course!' said Hermione with her newborn-confidence.

One of the men kicked a football into the air and the game was on.

(A/N, I personally hate football and don't know a shit about it ... so it probably won't be as fun as a real football game where people tackle each other and pretend to be actors if someone touches them so the rival team gets a yellow/red card, seriously football players should reconsider their careers into being actors/actresses.)

One of the boys managed to take the ball, dribbling it and sending it to one of his teammates, but as Hermione was hyper like a rabbit on a sugar crush, she managed to kick it away from him and into their goal.

'What the fuck just happened?' one of the boys asked.

'You just got beaten by a girl! How does that feel? Do the baby need to cry?' Hermione mocked as she was jumping up and down while high-fiving everyone in The Thundering Weasels.

The keeper threw the ball out from the goal and they were once again playing.

This time, Mr Weasley managed to capture the football (remember this is soccer, Americans) and sent it to Fleur who fell on the football but nevertheless managed to send it to Sirius, who passed it on to Tonks, who miraculously managed to score.

——
A little over ninety minutes, the score was 10-4 to The Thundering Weasels.

'I must say I'm surprised to say this, your time's actually pretty good.' said Christopher as he handed them a chocolate bar each.

Harry watched as the other unwrapped their chocolate bars, everyone but Hermione and Sirius stood staring at the unwrapped chocolate bar as though waiting for it to escape so they could capture it, but it laid still.

'Harry, there's something wrong with this chocolate! It won't move, I think it's dead!' chorused Tonks and Ron.

'Just eat it, remember we're NOT in the wizarding world.' Harry hissed, scared of the possibility of any of the muggles hearing them.

Behind him, Harry could hear a crack, quickly Harry turned around gripping his wand tightly.

Behind him stood Rodolphus Lestrange. 'She killed my wife, she'll meet the same fate!' roared the Death Eater as Harry found himself screaming on the top of his lungs for the muggles to run like hell.

Dun Dun Duh!

Fun fact: I've had this story in my head for a year, it took me half a year to come up with this shit, but I skipped a lot in time and a lot of what's here is either not included in my original mind drafts while something isn't included which I sort of regret, especially around the Yule Ball, I had planned to poison Ginny and making her escape the hospital wing making Harry and co. to use an eternity to find her + the resurrected characters were never actually resurrected but they came to Hinny's wedding as Harry got it as a 'prize' for killing Voldemort, so they would have a limited amount of time on earth which they could choose to use whenever they wanted, Cedric also came back (but only for two days) and as his father insisted on it, he impregnated Cho as Amos was obsessed about having a descendant ... and I actually considered killing off Harry ... this is where I had planned to do it but I'm not sure if I should or not ...

Who knows maybe I'll end the book here ... just maybe ... (don't think so)

Comment ⚡️ if you read that.

-Astra💛🖤