Finally Me ~

Chapter 66

**Alex’s POV**

“GO ALEX!”

“Yeah, Alex!”

“WE LOVE YOU!”

“KNICK OFF!” Angelina yells, sticking her head out of the changing room doors. I can’t help smiling as I hear the twins and Scarlett laughing. Angelina’s mouth is pressed into a tight line when she comes back in.

“Alright,” she says, pacing back and forth, “we can do this.”

“We lost to Hufflepuff,” Ron sighs, “we’ve got no chance.”

“Not with that attitude,” I say, “come on, we can still win this thing!”

We walk out onto the pitch, and I look around at Angelina and Alicia. They’re both pale. We stare across at the Ravenclaw team, all of them seasoned players. A million butterflies erupt inside my stomach and for a moment I feel as if I’m going to throw up. We mount our brooms and kick off. I know that as soon as I hear the whistle I have to break left. Angelina will take the middle and Alicia cover the right. The Quaffle is launched into the air, the whistle sounds and for a few seconds everything is in slow motion. Angelina and a Ravenclaw chaser shooting forward. I start to fly left as Angelina snatches the Quaffle and shoots forward. She passes it to Alicia on the right as two chasers converge on her. Alicia takes it halfway up the pitch, then throws it back as the chasers fly to her. I pray that Angelina won’t need me to score, or even pass. My hand is still sore and I can’t throw in a straight line without it being a weak shot. Even Ron has been able to stop my shots. Angelina catches my eye and I hold my hands out for the Quaffle. It lands directly in them and I realise I’m in the shooting circle. Angelina and Alicia have dropped back and my head spins. I can see the three hoops and the keeper blocking them, flying towards them.

“Feint left then score to the right,” Michael says, “never let the keeper know where you’re going to shoot and always use as much force as you can. Then if they catch it there’s more chance they’ll stumble back into the goal.”

The keeper is about three metres from me when I lean to the left. He immediately shoots that way while I fly to the right and throw the Quaffle directly through the right hoop. I hear the Gryffindors cheer and Angelina high-fives me. It feels good to be out on the pitch again.

After the first goal things go downhill. We barely get possession of the Quaffle and when we do the Ravenclaws are marking us so closely it’s nearly impossible to pass without them getting in the way. Putting me on the left quickly becomes a clear mistake with my right side being weakened. By twenty minutes into the game my hand is seeping blood and throbbing. Trying to catch the Quaffle with it becomes increasingly difficult. Soon we’re losing by a considerable amount. Madame Hooch calls for a five minute time out and we collapse in the changing rooms.

“How’s the hand?” Angelina asks anxiously.

“Not good,” I gasp, running some water over it, “how far behind are we?”

“A hundred and sixty points,” Alicia sighs, sitting down and gulping some water down.

“We can’t win this,” I say. Angelina nods, looking tearful.

“Let’s tie,” I say. Angelina looks around at me.

“What?”

“If we tie they’ll do a rematch,” I say, “they always do. We’ll play them after the Easter holidays, it’ll give us more training time.”

“How’re we going to do that?” Alicia asks.

“Ginny,” I say, turning to her, “after our next goal, you have to catch the snitch.”