Chapter 55: Who She Is. . .

Next Morning, Chris woke up early as she heard Ginny's mumbling. First, she thought, Ginny was mumbling in sleep but when she opened her eyes, she saw Ginny was fully dressed and was pacing around the room. 

"What are you doing, Ginny?" Chris yawned and checked the clock. "It's five o'clock in the morning." 

"It's our first Quidditch match, Chris! I can't believe this. Have you seen the weather outside," Ginny said a little louder than intended. "Sorry. I'm nervous and excited."

There were sounds of the thunder rumbling overhead, the pounding of the wind against the castle walls and the distant creaking of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. In a few hours, they would be out on the Quidditch pitch, battling through that gale. 

"It's ok. Please stop mumbling. I'm trying to sleep." Chris said closing her eyes again. 

"What?" Ginny came to Chris's bed. "Why are you going to sleep? We'll be late." 

"Ginny, it's too early to go," Chris replied, eyes closed.

"Maybe, but not too early to get ready." Ginny pulled the blanket. "Get up. C'mon. " 

"Ginny, please let me sleep a little," Chris said opening her eyes. 

"No. You've slept enough last night. Now get up." Ginny pulled her from the bed. 

Chris pulled her messy hair back and glared at her. 

"You're an extremely bad person." 

"I know. Now, go." Ginny gave a big smile as she pushed Chris towards the bathroom. 

After Chris got ready, they took their Firebolts and went downstairs. 

"No one is awake. I bet," Chris said. 

"Don't, because I will win," Ginny said and pointed towards an armchair near the fireplace in the common room. 

Harry Potter was sitting their alone with his Nimbus Two Thousand. 

"Are you nervous and excited too?" Chris said raising her eyebrows as they walked towards Harry. 

"What? No." Harry looked at them startled. "It was Peeves. He woke me up." 

"Same story. Except it was Ginny in my case," Chris said looking at Ginny. 

"Oh! C'mon, no need to be so grumpy. It's a good thing to wake up early, it helps to concentrate." Ginny said sitting on another chair. 

"Actually that's right," Harry said. 

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Chris said narrowing her eyes on Harry. 

He sighed. 

"A little worried about Diggory." 

"Well, honestly I have got a good feeling about this match," Chris said smiling. 

In reality, she had a very bad feeling about today but she didn't want to say that on Harry's face and make him more nervous. 

After that, they talked for a while, mostly about Quidditch and Harry's first match. Ginny wasn't awkward around Harry anymore. Being in the Quidditch team helped her a lot to gain confidence. At last, when they thought it must be time for breakfast, they headed through the portrait hole. 

"Stand and fight, you mangy cur!" yelled Sir Cadogan. 

"Oh, shut up," Harry yawned. 

"Later, Sir Cadogan," Chris replied. 

They started to eat breakfast when the other team members turned up. 

"It's going to be a tough one," said Wood, who wasn't eating anything. 

"Stop worrying, Oliver," said Angelina soothingly, "we don't mind a bit of rain." 

"Be positive, Wood," Chris said putting a slice of bacon in her mouth. 

But it was considerably more than a bit of rain. Such was the popularity of Quidditch that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns towards the Quidditch pitch, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went. They entered the changing room and the team changed into their scarlet robes and waited for Wood's usual pre-match pep talk, but it didn't come. He tried to speak several times, made an odd gulping noise, then shook his head hopelessly and beckoned them to follow him. The wind was so strong that they staggered sideways as they walked out onto the pitch. If the crowd was cheering they couldn't hear it over the fresh rolls of thunder. The rain was splattering over Harry's glasses. Chris noticed it and stopped Harry. 

"Before we go." Chris said, took his glasses from him, took out her wand and, "Impervius." 

She gave the glasses back and Harry put it on. 

"Better?" Chris asked putting her wand back. 

Harry nodded slightly smiling. Everyone in the team was watching Chris in amazement. "Brilliant!" Wood said hoarsely looking at her, "OK, team, let's go for it!" 

The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the pitch, wearing canary-yellow robes. The captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood and Wood tried to smile a little and nodded. 

Chris looked at Ginny, who mouthed, "Don't forget the plan." 

Chris nodded and then saw Madam Hooch's mouth form the words, "Mount your brooms." Chris pulled her right foot out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over her Firebolt. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant – they were off. Without waiting Ginny seized the Quaffle. 

Ginny and Chris had a plan. They have decided no matter what, the Quaffle should not go to any Hufflepuff Chasers hands. They've to goal as much as possible. Ginny threw the Quaffle to Angelina, who gracefully caught it and tried to goal but the Hufflepuff Keeper stopped it. Chris catch the Quaffle and dodged a Bludger. Then passed it Ginny, who noticed how the Keeper stopped the last goal did a trick and GOAL. 

Next, the Quaffle came back and Angelina caught it and passed it to Chris. Chris went towards the hoop and in rain confusing the Keeper was an easy job and another GOAL.

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Soon, Chris was soaked to her skin and frozen, Keeping her eyes open in rain was also a difficult job, if they hadn't practiced in the rain before it would have been impossible to do so. They did goal after goal, in this rain, thunderstorm and focusing only on the Quaffle, she lost her count of goals. Harry was moving around the ground very fast, looking for the Snitch. The Hufflepuffs finally got the Quaffle from Ginny and did few goals. Then with the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Chris saw Wood through the thick rain, gesturing them to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud. 

"I called for a time out!" Wood roared at his team. "Come on, under here. . ." 

They huddled at the edge of the pitch under a large umbrella. 

"What's the score?" Chris and Harry said together. 

"Hundred twenty to thirty," said Wood, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night." 

"Hundred twenty?" Harry said shocked. 

Chris smirked at him.  

"I'm trying to find it Wood. I'll see it soon. Don't worry," Harry added.

They nodded and went to took off when Angelina said to Ginny and Chris, "You two are doing great. I've no doubt in Harry but let's play it safe; six more goals." 

Chris and Ginny nodded; and with full of determination, the three girls urged their brooms through the turbulent air. 

Soon Angelina did back to back three goals. 

"Harry!" Chris heard Wood's anguished yell from the Gryffindor goalposts. "Harry, behind you!"

There was something going on, taking the chance of the confusion, Ginny and Chris did two goals each. But then Chris realized what was wrong. Ginny was shivering badly on her broom. Chris was feeling cold as well but this cold was different, she looked up and saw at least a hundred Dementors. 

'Harry! Harry is up there' screamed her mind. 

Without thinking Chris flew up, as fast as the Firebolt can go. Chris found Harry surrounded by hundreds of Dementors. 

"Leave. Now." She shouted. 

The Dementors turned towards her. They tried to suck her soul but a voice came from somewhere, "Don't. You've no idea who she is." 

The Dementors backed away from Chris. But before Chris can found out who it was or why they listened to her, she saw Harry was falling.