Ginny's First Match
Ginny’s First Match
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns
Harry Potter and all associated characters, creatures, and places. I’m
“Stupid, stupid girl. Could you get any denser than you already
are?” It wasn’t noon yet, but Ginny decided it was not going to be
a good day. She paused awkwardly on her broom wondering how
to get back to the castle. If anyone had told her yesterday that
she would personally sabotage Gryffindor’s chance of winning the
Quidditch Cup, she would have laughed in their face. Yet, that’s
what had happened.
It started the previous evening after the DA meeting. Michael
asked her to accompany him to the Astronomy Tower—as if she didn’t know
about the serious snogging that was going to happen once they
arrived—but consented anyway. That had been her first mistake.
Four hours later, she managed to sneak into her dormitory undetected,
thinking that she could wake up on time for the Quidditch match against
Hufflepuff. That was her second.
By the time she had changed into her Quidditch robes and joined the
rest of the team, Angelina was wishing the team good luck and leading
them onto the pitch. As Ginny thought about the forthcoming
reprimand from Angelina, she almost considered remaining lost in the
Forbidden Forest rather than returning. Not that she could blame
her too much. Being captain of a team was hard enough without
adding the complications of having to find mid-season replacements for
Fred, George, and Harry.
Harry. The Boy Who Lived. The boy who had saved her life
three years ago. The boy who she had finally given up on noticing
her as anything more than Ron’s little sister. Harry would never
have been so reckless before a game, nor would he have been late.
Quidditch was the only time he could forget that You-Know-Who was still
trying to kill him. But thanks to Professor Umbridge, Harry didn’t
even have that distraction anymore. It was up to Ginny to fill
his shoes and win for Gryffindor—but unless she could find her way out
of the forest, that wasn’t going to happen. Harry would have
remembered instantly that the Golden Snitch was enchanted to remain
within the Quidditch Pitch and not gone flying off after some other
golden ball into the Forbidden Forest while the crowd yelled for her
“But it looked like a Snitch,” she said defensively to the trees.
Summerby had probably already caught the real Snitch and was celebrating
back in the Hufflepuff common room. How could she face the rest
of her team knowing that she blown their chances of winning the
Cup? How could she face Harry? Maybe it would be better to
stay lost and be devoured by some wild beast.
But as she decided to give up to the dark and gloomy forest, a blaze of
gold streaked before her eyes. Seconds later she was following it
on her broom. It veered between trees and branches trying to
escape, but she was gaining on it. Suddenly it flew upwards out
of the canopy and Ginny found that she wasn’t as far from the castle as
she had thought. She leaned forward, trying to make Charlie’s old
broom go faster. She was within feet of the golden object.
She stretched both arms in front of her trying to catch it as she
sailed over the Forest’s perimeter. “Come on! Just a little
She had it! Clasping the creature carefully in her hands, she
somehow managed to land on the Quidditch field where the entire school
had gathered waiting for her return.
Ron was the first to reach her. “What do you think you were
doing?” But he didn’t look upset with the large grin on his face.
“I’m sorry I ruined the game. But I thought I saw the Snitch go
into the forest. Only it wasn’t the Snitch, it was a Snidget,” she
said, opening her hands wide enough to make sure that the small
bird was all right but not allowing it to escape.
“That was some catch, Ginny,” Harry said as he and Hermione reached the
siblings. “Even I couldn’t have done that one.”
“What do you mean? It wasn’t as fast as a Snitch. I think
it’s just a baby.” Ginny showed Hermione her capture.
“Not that one.” Harry smiled and pulled something out of her
ponytail. “This one.”
Ginny stared from Harry’s hands to his face and then back to his
hands. He had the Golden Snitch!
“So, we didn’t lose after all!”
“No. When you dived after the Snidget, the Snitch collided with
your hair and got stuck. Didn’t you hear everyone cheering?”
“Well, yes. But I thought someone had scored. It’s hard to
concentrate on the crowd and commentary while you’re searching for the
“Tell me about it,” Harry muttered.
Gryffindor Team including Fred and George finally showed up
shouting “Gin-ny! Gin-ny!” The rest of the crowd quickly
caught on, and before she could object she was hoisted onto her
brothers’ shoulders. Looking down at Harry as he walked
along side the twins, she thought that he might be beginning to think of
her as more than Ron’s little sister. He looked up and smiled at
her as the crowd continued to shout “Gin-ny! Gin-ny!”
“Ginny! If you don’t get up now, you’re going to be late for your
first Quidditch match!”
“What?” Ginny sat up quickly in bed. So, it was just a
dream—a very good dream.
“Ginny, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last two minutes,”
Hermione said. “You’ve got about five minutes to get dressed and
get down to the pitch. So hurry and good luck!”
Ginny hopped out of bed as Hermione left. She quickly got dressed
and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Picking up Hermione’s
copy of The Daily Prophet that had been left on Ginny’s bed, she noticed
the front page headline:
Escape at Sanctuary: Dozens of Snidgets Fly Free.
“Oh no!” Ginny said aloud. “Here we go again!”
A/N: A big thanks goes to
Wahlee for betaing, and to my family and Siriusnutter for listening to
the finish product.