Harry felt as though he were carrying some kind of talisman inside his chest over the following two weeks, a glowing secret that supported him through Umbridge's classes and even made it possible for him to smile blandly as he looked into her horrible bulging eyes. He and the DA were resisting her under her very nose, doing the very thing she and the Ministry most feared, and whenever he was supposed to be reading Wilbert Slinkhard's book during her lessons he dwelled instead on satisfying memories of their most recent meetings, remembering how he and Y/n had taught Neville how to successfully disarm Hermione, how Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meeting's hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust.
Harry was finding it almost impossible to fix a regular night of the week for the DA meetings, as they had to accommodate three separate team's Quidditch practices, which were often rearranged due to bad weather conditions, but Harry nor Y/n were sorry about this, They had a feeling that it was probably better to keep the timing of their meetings unpredictable. If anyone was watching them, it would be hard to make out a pattern.
Hermione soon devised a very clever method of communicating the time and date of the next meeting to all the members in case they needed to change it at short notice, because it would look suspicious if people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often. She gave each of the members of the DA a fake Galleon. Ron became very excited when he first saw the basket and was convinced she was actually giving out gold.
"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. Y/n lifted one up and looked at it. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches. "On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because I've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."
A blank silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
"Well...I thought it was a good idea." she said uncertainly, "I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But...well, if you don't want to use them..."
"They are brilliant Hermione...I could not think of a better way to communicate than this." Y/n said deeply impressed with her.
"You can do a Protean Charm?" said Terry Boot.
"Yes." said Hermione.
"But that's...that's NEWT standard, that is." he said weakly.
"Oh..." said Hermione, trying to look modest. "Oh...well...yes, I suppose it is."
"How comes You and Y/n are not in Ravenclaw?" he demanded, staring at them with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours?"
"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting." said Hermione brightly. "But it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So, does that mean we're using the Galleons?"
There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forwards to collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. "You know what these remind me of?"
"No, what's that?" She said.
"The Death Eaters' scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they've got to join him." Harry said.
"Well...yes." said Hermione quietly. "That is where I got the idea... but you'll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members' skin."
"I much prefer these." said Y/n as he continued to examine the galleon he had picked up.
Harry just slipped his Galleon into his pocket. "I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them."
"Fat chance." said Ron, who was examining his own fake Galleon with a slightly mournful air. "I haven't got any real Galleons to confuse it with."
As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, their DA meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices. The fact that the Quidditch Cup had not been held for so long added considerably to the interest and excitement surrounding the forthcoming game, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were taking a lively interest in the outcome, for they, of course, would be playing both teams over the coming year, and the Heads of House of the competing teams, though they attempted to disguise it under a decent pretence of sportsmanship, were determined to see their own side victorious. Y/n realised how much Professor McGonagall cared about beating Slytherin when she abstained from giving them all homework in the week leading up to the match.
"I think you've got enough to be getting on with at the moment." she said loftily. Nobody could quite believe their ears until she looked directly at Harry, Y/n and Ron and said grimly. "I've become accustomed to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, boys, and I really don't want to have to hand it over to Professor Snape, so use the extra time to practise, won't you?"
Snape was no less obviously partisan, he had booked the Quidditch pitch for Slytherin practice so often that the Gryffindors had difficulty getting on it to play. He was also turning a deaf ear to the many reports of Slytherin attempts to hex Gryffindor players in the corridors. When Katie Bell turned up in the hospital wing with her eyebrows growing so thick and fast they obscured her vision and obstructed her mouth, Snape insisted that she must have attempted a Hair-thickening Charm on herself and refused to listen to the fourteen eye-witnesses who insisted they had seen the Slytherin Keeper, Miles Bletchley, hit her from behind with the jinx while she worked in the library. Several Slytherins had attempted to jinx or hex Y/n but his guard was constantly up and he was quick to counter them.
Harry and Y/n felt optimistic about Gryffindors chances, they had, after all, never lost to Malfoy's team. Admittedly, Ron was still not performing to Wood's standard, but both knew he was working extremely hard to improve. His greatest weakness was a tendency to lose confidence after he'd made a blunder, if he let in one goal he became flustered and was therefore likely to miss more. On the other hand, they had seen Ron make some truly spectacular saves when he was on form, during one memorable practice he had hung one-handed from his broom and kicked the Quaffle so hard away from the goalhoop that it soared the length of the pitch and through the centre hoop at the other end, the rest of the team felt this save compared favourably with one made recently by Barry Ryan, the Irish International Keeper, against Poland's top Chaser, Ladislaw Zamojski. Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy draughts that bit at exposed hands and faces. The skies and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale, pearly grey, the mountains around Hogwarts were snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so low that many students wore their thick protective dragonskin gloves in the corridors between lessons.
The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. When Y/n awoke he looked round at Harry and Ron's beds to see they were already awake, Y/n saw that Ron was sitting bolt upright, his arms around his knees, staring fixedly into space.
"Are you all right Ron?" he asked Ron knowing he would be nervous.
Ron nodded but did not speak.
"You just need some breakfast." Harry said bracingly getting up. "C'mon."
Y/n got out of his own bed now and looked to Ron again. "It is normal to be nervous for the first match you play Ron. But Harry is right some breakfast will do you good."
The Great Hall was filling up fast when they arrived, the talk louder and the mood more exuberant than usual. As they passed the Slytherin table there was an upsurge of noise. Y/n looked round and saw that, in addition to the usual green and silver scarves and hats, every one of them was wearing a silver badge in the shape of what seemed to be a crown. For some reason many of them waved at Ron, laughing uproariously. Harry tried to see what was written on the badges as he walked by, but he was too concerned to get Ron past their table quickly to linger long enough to read them.
They received a rousing welcome at the Gryffindor table, where everyone was wearing red and gold, but far from raising Ron's spirits the cheers seemed to sap the last of his morale, he collapsed on to the nearest bench looking as though he were facing his final meal.
"I must've been mental to do this." he said in a croaky whisper. "Mental."
"Don't be thick." said Harry firmly, passing him a choice of cereals. "You're going to be fine. Like Y/n said it's normal to be nervous."
"I remember my first game, We played Slytherin as well." Y/n said to Ron. "You will do well."
"I'm rubbish." croaked Ron. "I'm lousy. I can't play to save my life. What was I thinking?"
"Get a grip." said Harry sternly. "Look at that save you made with your foot the other day, even Fred and George said it was brilliant."
Ron turned a tortured face to Harry. "That was an accident." he whispered miserably. "I didn't mean to do it...I slipped off my broom when none of you were looking and when I was trying to get back on I kicked the Quaffle by accident."
"Well." said Harry, recovering quickly from this unpleasant surprise. "A few more accidents like that and the game's in the bag, isn't it?"
Y/n just decided to stay quiet until he felt someone sitting down next to him.
Hermione and Ginny had sat down now wearing red and gold scarves, gloves and rosettes.
"How're you feeling?" Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of his empty cereal bowl as though seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them.
"He's just nervous." said Harry.
"Well, that's a good sign, I never feel you perform as well in exams if you're not a bit nervous." said Hermione heartily.
"Hello." said a vague and dreamy voice from behind them. Y/n looked up, Luna Lovegood had drifted over from the Ravenclaw table. Many people were staring at her and a few were openly laughing and pointing, she had managed to procure a hat shaped like a life-size lion's head, which was perched precariously on her head.
"Hello Miss Lovegood." Y/n greeted her though he was rather taken aback by her hat.
"I'm supporting Gryffindor." said Luna, pointing unnecessarily at her hat.
"Yes...so I see." Y/n said.
"Look what it does..." Luna reached up and tapped the hat with her wand. It opened its mouth wide and gave an extremely realistic roar that made everyone in the vicinity jump. "It's good, isn't it?" said Luna happily. "I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but there wasn't time. Anyway... good luck, Ronald!"
She drifted away. They had not quite recovered from the shock of Luna's hat before Angelina came hurrying towards them, accompanied by Katie, whose eyebrows had mercifully been returned to normal by Madam Pomfrey. "When you're ready." she said. "We're going to go straight down to the pitch, check out conditions and change."
"We'll be there in a bit." Harry assured her. "Ron's just got to have some breakfast."
It became clear after ten minutes, however, that Ron was not capable of eating anything more and Harry thought it best to get him down to the changing rooms. As they rose from the table, Hermione got up, too, and taking Y/n's arm she drew him to one side.
"Don't let Ron see what's on those Slytherins' badges." she whispered urgently.
"Why what is on them?" He asked but she shook her head warningly, Ron had just ambled over to them, looking lost and desperate.
"Good luck, Ron." said Hermione. "And you, Harry..."
"Do I not get a wish for luck?" Y/n asked with a smile.
Hermione just looked up to him and leaned forwards kissing him. Y/n closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed it before they pulled away. "Good luck today." She smiled. "And make sure you don't get hurt...any of you."
"Come on we'd better go." Harry said now and they started to leave, as they did Y/n cast a curious glance at the crown-shaped badges as they passed the Slytherin table, Upon them he made out the words etched on to them.
'Weasley is our King'
With an unpleasant feeling that this could mean nothing good, he hurried Ron across the Entrance Hall, clown the stone steps and out into the icy air.
The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried down the sloping lawns towards the stadium. There was no wind at all and the sky was a uniform pearly white, which meant that visibility would be good without the drawback of direct sunlight in the eyes. Harry pointed out these encouraging factors to them as they walked, but Y/n was not sure that Ron was listening.
Angelina had changed already and was talking to the rest of the team when they entered. Harry, Y/n and Ron pulled on their robes though Ron attempted to do his up back-to-front for several minutes before Y/n took pity on him and went to help, then sat down to listen to the pre-match talk while the babble of voices outside grew steadily louder as the crowd came pouring out of the castle towards the pitch.
"Ok, I've only just found out the final line-up for Slytherin." said Angelina, consulting a piece of parchment. "Last year's Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left, but it looks as though Montague's replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. They're two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle, I don't know much about them..."
"We do." said Harry, Y/n and Ron together.
"Well, they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from the other." said Angelina, pocketing her parchment. "But then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way on to the pitch without signposts."
"Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mould." Harry assured her.
"Slytherin seem to have also made a last minute addition to their team. Y/n...you're brother Atticus has joined the team as a chaser." Angelina said and Y/n got up to his feet in shock.
"Atticus? But he has always regarded Quidditch as a waste of his time." Y/n said.
"Well, obviously he's changed his mind." Angelina said.
They could hear hundreds of footsteps mounting the banked benches of the spectators' stands. Some people were singing, though Y/n could not make out the words. He was starting to feel nervous, but he knew his butterflies were as nothing compared to Ron's, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again, his jaw set and his complexion pale grey.
"It's time." said Angelina in a hushed voice, looking at her watch. "C'mon everyone... good luck."
The team rose, shouldered their brooms and marched in single file out of the changing room and into the dazzling sunlight, A roar of sound greeted them in which Y/n could still hear singing, though it was muffled by the cheers and whistles.
The Slytherin team was standing waiting for them. They, too, were wearing those silver crown-shaped badges. The new Captain, Montague, was built with massive forearms like hairy hams. Behind him lurked Crabbe and Goyle, almost as large, blinking stupidly in the sunlight, swinging their new Beaters' bats. Malfoy stood to one side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. He caught Harry's eye and smirked, tapping the crown-shaped badge on his chest. He also saw Atticus and Y/n who just stared at one another not looking at anyone else.
"Captains, shake hands." ordered the referee Madam Hooch, as Angelina and Montague reached each other. Harry could tell that Montague was trying to crush Angelina's fingers, though she did not wince. "Mount your brooms..."
Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew.
The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron streak off towards the goalhoops. Harry zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold, on the other side of the stadium, Draco Malfoy was doing exactly the same.
"And it's Johnson...Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me..."
"JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
"...Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest...and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's...ouch...been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and...nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse-passes to Y/n Grindelwald and Grindelwalds's away!"
Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing.
"...He dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger...close call, Y/n and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"
And as Lee paused to listen, the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands.
"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
'Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King."
"and Y/n passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, as Harry swerved, his insides boiling at what he had just heard, he knew Lee was trying to drown out the words of the song. "Come on now, Angelina...looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! SHE SHOOTS...SHE...aaaah..."
Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal. He threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zig-zagging in between Y/n and Katie, the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron.
"Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley is our King."
Y/n angrily swerved his broom around now as he and Katie tried to chase down Warrington. He could see Ron, a lone figure at the far end of the pitch, hovering before the three goalhoops while the massive Warrington pelted towards him.
"...and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead..."
A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below.
"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring..."
"...so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team...come on, Ron!"
"Come on Ron...Come on..." Y/n uttered knowing he and Katie could not catch up in time.
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherins' end, Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them straight through Ron's central hoop.
"Slytherin score!" came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below. "So that's ten-nil to Slytherin...bad luck, Ron."
"Damn!" Y/n cursed angrily.
"Look's like your blood traitor friend Weasel can't even save a goal." Atticus's voice sounded out and Y/n looked to see him hovering nearby.
"Piss off Atticus." Y/n said annoyed as he took off on his broom. Y/n was always calm and reserved but when it came to the Quidditch field he was quick to vent his frustration.
The Slytherins began to sing even louder below.
"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN..."
"And Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch..." cried Lee valiantly, though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it.
"WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN
WEASLEY IS OUR KING..."
Y/n was speeding on other side of the pitch to Katie and called out for her to pass. She noticed him now and tried to throw the Quaffle towards him but it was intercepted midair by Warrington.
"WEASLEY IS OUR KING,
WEASLEY IS OUR KING..."
There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere Harry looked, Malfoy was still circling the stadium just as Harry was. They passed one another midway around the pitch, going in opposite directions, and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly:
"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN..."
"...and it's Warrington again." bellowed Lee. "Who passes to Grindelwald, Grindelwald's off past Bell, come on now, Angelina, you can take him... turns out you can't but a nice sudden barge from Grindelwald on Grindelwald, and Grindelwald drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell...er...drops it, too...so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle and he's off up the pitch, come on now, Gryffindor, block him!"
Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goalhoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Ron's end. As he sped past the Slytherin Keeper, he heard Bletchley singing along with the crowd below.
"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING..."
"...and Warrington's dodged Bell again and he's heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"
Y/n did not have to turn his attention from Atticus to see what had happened, there was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins. Looking down, Y/n saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring:
"THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING
WEASLEY IS OUR KING."
But twenty-nil was nothing, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or for Harry to catch the Snitch. A few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Y/n gripped his broom putting his head down.
"Johnson has the Quaffle..." Lee Jordan began again. "Warrington is closing in on her but she passes the ball to Bell who quickly passes to Grindelwald...Grindelwald speeds forwards nearing the goals chased down by Grindelwald...He's gaining on him...Grindelwald is going for a snatch... But oh my word Grindelwald pulls off a Sloth grip roll to avoid the snatch! Bletchley the keeper is so shocked by the move that he didn't even have time to register the shot that followed it and Grindelwald scores for Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor's down below cheered as Slytherin booed and continued to sing.
But Y/n's valiant efforts were for nought as Ron let in two more goals. There was an edge of panic in Harry's desire to find the Snitch now. If he could just get it soon and finish the game quickly.
"...and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Grindelwald, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for goal, come on now, Angelina...GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's forty-twenty, forty-twenty to Slytherin and Atticus Grindelwald has the Quaffle..."
Harry could hear Luna's ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened, only twenty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. Harry ducked a Bludger that Crabbe had sent rocketing in his direction and resumed his frantic scouring of the pitch for the Snitch, keeping one eye on Malfoy in case he showed signs of having spotted it, but Malfoy, like him, was continuing to soar around the stadium, searching fruitlessly...
"...Grindelwald throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Grindelwald but Grindelwald intervenes, Grindelwald takes the Quaffle from his brother's waiting arms, Grindelwald passed to Bell, this looks good...I mean bad...Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it's Slytherin's Grindelwald in possession again..."
"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN
WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN..."
But Harry had seen it at last, the tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch.
He dived...
In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was streaking out of the sky on Harry's left, a green and silver blur lying flat on his broom...
The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goalhoops and scooted off towards the other side of the stands, its change of direction suited Malfoy, who was nearer, Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck and neck.
Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching towards the Snitch ...to his right, Malfoy's arm extended too, was reaching, groping...
It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds. Harry's fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball. Malfoy's fingernails scrabbled the back of Harry's hand hopelessly. Harry pulled his broom upwards, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the Gryffindor spectators screamed their approval...
They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won...
WHAM.
A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the back and he flew forwards off his broom. Luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hooch's shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, Y/n shouting at Atticus as they both landed and a thud nearby, then Angelina's frantic voice.
"Are you all right?" She asked.
"Course I am." said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming towards one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was from this angle.
"It was that thug Crabbe." said Angelina angrily. "He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch...but we won, Harry, we won!"
Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand. Draco Malfoy had landed close by. White-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer. "Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper...but then he was born in a bin ...did you like my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry didn't answer. He turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Y/n who still looked furious and Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and seemed to be making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
"What the hell were you playing at up there! That kind of reckless flying could have gotten one of us killed!" Y/n shouted towards Atticus nearby.
"It's a shame you weren't..." Atticus said grimly.
"I suppose you only joined the team to try spite me, fed up of seeing your own house losing all the time?" Y/n said.
"I have no care for my house or Quidditch but you've been getting too big for your boots Y/n. It was luck that you were chosen by the goblet, We both know you only tarnish the Grindelwald name." Atticus said
"If anyone tarnishes a name Atticus it is you!" Y/n said back.
"At least I am not running around with some common filth like that mudblood slut of yours..." Atticus spat.
Y/n immediately snapped as he leaped at Atticus now and punched him straight in the face and both landed on the ground.
"Y/N, HARRY, GEORGE NO!" Angelina seemed to call out at once.
But Y/n had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching as he threw his fists into the face his brother who could only raise his arms in an attempt to shield himself.
"Why! Must! You! Be! Such! A! Horrible! Person!" Y/n shouted with each punch.
He could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care. Not until somebody in the vicinity yelled 'Impedimenta!' and only when he was knocked over backwards by the force of the spell, did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Atticus's face he could reach.
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Y/n leapt to his feet. It seemed to have been her who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx, she was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Y/n could see Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody, George was sporting a swollen lip and Harry bruised knuckles. Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the Katie and Angelina, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. "I've never seen behaviour like it...back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now."
Y/n, Harry and George turned on their heels and marched off the pitch, all three panting, neither saying a word to the other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the Entrance Hall, where they could hear nothing except the sound of their own footsteps.
They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagalls office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode towards them, looking livid.
"In!" she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry, Y/n and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside on to the floor.
"Well?" she said. "I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two on one and a fight between brothers! Explain yourselves!"
"Malfoy and Atticus provoked us." said Harry stiffly.
"Provoked you?" shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist on to her desk so that her tartan tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. "They'd just lost, hadn't they? Of course they wanted to provoke you! But what on earth they can have said that justified what you three..."
"He insulted my parents." snarled George. "Harry's mother and Y/n's girlfriend."
"But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you three decided to give an exhibition of Muggle duelling, did you?" bellowed Professor McGonagall. "Have you any idea what you've..."
"Hem, hem."
Harry, Y/n and George wheeled round. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and was smiling in the horrible, sickly, ominous way that Y/n had come to associate with imminent misery.
"May I help, Professor McGonagall?" asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice.
Blood rushed into Professor McGonagall's face. "Help?" she repeated, in a constricted voice. "What do you mean, help?"
Professor Umbridge moved forwards into the office, still smiling her sickly smile. "Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority."
Y/n would not have been surprised to see sparks fly from Professor McGonagall's nostrils. "You thought wrong." she said, turning her back on Umbridge. "Now, you three had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy and Grindelwald offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, nor your girlfriends your behaviour was disgusting and I am giving each of you a week's worth of detentions! Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And if either of you ever..."
"Hem, hem."
Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she turned her face towards Professor Umbridge again. "Yes?"
"I think they deserve rather more than detentions." said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.
Professor McGonagall's eyes flew open. "But unfortunately." she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw. "It is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores."
"Well, actually, Minerva." simpered Professor Umbridge. "I think you'll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it...I mean..." she gave a false little laugh as she rummaged in her handbag. "The Minister just sent it...ah yes..."
She had pulled out a piece of parchment which she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said. "Hem, hem...'Educational Decree Number Twenty-five'."
"Not another one!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.
"Well, yes." said Umbridge, still smiling. "As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment...you remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she...that is to say, I...would have less authority than common teachers! And you see now, don't you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming? Dreadful tempers...anyway, I was reading out our amendment... hem, hem... 'The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc, etc.'"
She rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag still smiling.
"So...I really think I will have to ban these three from playing Quidditch ever again." she said, looking from Harry to George and back again.
Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand. "Ban us?" he said, and his voice sounded strangely distant. "From playing...ever again?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick." said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she had said. "You, Mr Grindelwald and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young man's twin ought to be stopped, too...if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course, I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my ban. But I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall." she continued, turning back to Professor McGonagall who was now standing as still as though carved from ice, staring at her. "The rest of the team can continue playing, I saw no signs of violence from any of them. Well... good afternoon to you."
And with a look of the utmost satisfaction, Umbridge left the room, leaving a horrified silence in her wake.
"Banned." said Angelina in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room. "Banned. No Seeker, down a chaser and no Beaters...what on earth are we going to do?"
It did not feel as though they had won the match at all. Everywhere Harry looked there were disconsolate and angry faces, the team themselves were slumped around the fire, all apart from Ron, who had not been seen since the end of the match.
Hermione was sat with them in arm chair as Y/n sat on the floor still looking angry but also rather glum. She was running her fingers through his hair gently to try and soothe him as he lay the back of his head back against her legs.
"It's just so unfair." said Katie numbly. "I mean, what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"
"No." said Ginny miserably, she was sitting besides Harry. "He just got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner."
"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!" said Katie furiously, pummelling her knee with her fist.
"It's not my fault I didn't." said Fred, with a very ugly look on his face, "I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you hadn't been holding me back."
Harry stared miserably at the dark window. Snow was falling. The Snitch he had caught earlier was now zooming around and around the common room; people were watching its progress as though hypnotised and both Noctis and Crookshanks were leaping from chair to chair, trying to catch it.
"I'm going to bed." said Angelina, getting slowly to her feet. "Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream...maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet..."
She was soon followed by Katie. Fred and George sloped off to bed some time later, glowering at everyone they passed, and Ginny went not long after that. Only Harry, Y/n and Hermione were left beside the fire.
"Have either of you seen Ron since?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
Y/n just shook his head.
"No..." Harry said.
"I think he's avoiding us." said Hermione. "Where do you think he..."
But at that precise moment, there was a creaking sound behind them as the Fat Lady swung forwards and Ron came clambering through the portrait hole. He was very pale indeed and there was snow in his hair. When he saw Harry and Hermione, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Where did you go?" Y/n asked not moving his head from Hermione's legs.
"Walking." Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his Quidditch things.
"You look frozen Ron, You should sit by the fire." said Hermione.
Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair furthest from Harry's, not looking at him or Y/n. The stolen Snitch zoomed over their heads.
"I'm sorry." Ron mumbled, looking at his feet.
"What for?" said Harry.
"For thinking I can play Quidditch." said Ron. "I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow."
"If you resign." said Harry testily. "There'll only be two players left on the team." And when Ron looked puzzled, he said. "Y/n and I have been given a lifetime ban. So've Fred and George."
"What?" Ron yelped.
Y/n told him the full story leaving out what Atticus had said for he did not want Hermione to hear what he had called her. When he had finished, Ron looked more anguished than ever.
"This is all my fault..."
'You didn't make me punch Malfoy." said Harry angrily.
"And you did not utter the words Atticus did..." Y/n said having to get up now to calm his own temper that threatened to rise
"...If I wasn't so terrible at Quidditch..."
"It has got nothing to do with that Ron."
"It was that song that wound me up..."
"It would've wound anyone up." Hermione got up and walked to the window, away from the argument, watching the snow swirling down against the pane.
"I was so terrible..."
"Look, drop it, will you!" Harry burst out. "It's bad enough, without you blaming yourself for everything!"
Ron said nothing but sat gazing miserably at the damp hem of his robes. After a while he said in a dull voice. "This is the worst I've ever felt in my life."
"Join the club." said Harry bitterly.
"Well." said Hermione, her voice trembling slightly. "I can think of one thing that might cheer you three up."
Y/n just turned his gaze to her curiously.
"Oh yeah?" said Harry sceptically.
"Yeah." said Hermione, turning away from the pitch-black, snow-flecked window, a broad smile spreading across her face. "Hagrid's back."