Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 3 – The Joys of Quidditch

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 4 – part 1
It was mid-October at Hogwarts, and 2 weeks had passed since Ron’s raping of Luna. His fears and anxiety of being caught eased with each passing day. It seemed his memory loss charm had worked on Luna, though there appeared to be some side-effects. Luna seemed to be even more dreamy and airy then usual and it wasn’t uncommon for her to be seen to walk straight into walls or doors, and then carry on walking as if nothing had happened. Luckily for Ron though, everybody thought this was Luna acting normal.

Ron’s fears though did not relax as they were quickly replaced by the looming quidditch match of the season so far, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
‘Come on Ron,’ said Harry encouragingly, ‘practice time.’ It was Friday and the big match was tomorrow and Gryffindor were holding their final practice before the match. Harry and Ron started to make their way down to the pitch.
‘Hi Ron!’ said a cheery, far-away voice, as Ron and Harry made their way to the grand staircase. Ron turned to see a smiling Luna waving at him as she walked down the stairs. Suddenly she tripped over and fell down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom. Strangely however, she just got up and carried on with her journey, oblivious to what had just occurred and to the blood now pouring from her nose.
‘What’s up with Luna,’ commented a confused Harry, ‘she’s been acting even stranger lately.’
Ron shrugged nervously, ‘dunno, beats me, let’s go.’
*

Quidditch practice went awful for Ron, not helped by the fact Draco Malfoy and his gang decided to watch from the stands. Malfoy was flanked by his loyal guards Crabbe and Goyle, whilst Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend, sat on his lap, playfully stroking his bright blonde hair.

‘Weasley! Yer shit, you couldn’t catch a cold!’ Malfoy cackled as Ron let another Quaffle straight through his fingers. The other Slytherins laughed hysterically as Ron’s face went bright red.
‘Don’t listen to them Ron,’ said a concerned Harry in the shower after practice, as Ron’s head slumped against the wall in despair.
‘We’re going to lose Harry,’ sighed Ron as they both exited the shower and started to get dressed, ‘we’re going to lose and it will be all my fault.’
Both Harry and Ron had an uneasy sleep that night.
*

At breakfast next morning, Harry took matters into his own hands. Harry poured the Felix Felicis, also known as liquid luck that he had won in potions the other week into Ron’s goblet. Harry looked on in anticipation as Ron drank deeply from his cup of pumpkin juice.
‘How’re you feeling Ron?’ asked Harry nervously.
‘….amazing,’ said Ron with a glint in his eye, ‘I feel….. really good. Come on Harry, let’s go and stuff them Slytherin gits!’
*
The match was going incredible for Gryffindor, Ron was having a blinder in goal, making save after save and the score was 200-60 in Gryffindor’s favour. However, if Slytherin caught the snitch now they would still win. Out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he saw Malfoy enter a steep dive. He had seen the snitch!
‘Shit!’ thought Harry as he zoomed after the snitch, which was hovering just a few feet from the ground.