I will always find you

POA 11

It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Harry and Ella couldn't see how they'd ever make it up. Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks's attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds. Hermione, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie. Personally, Harry and Ella were both sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when Harry had tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with Harry, too.

"OK, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do! You too Ella I know you'll side with Harry" 

"I haven't sided with anyone" Ella snapped before walking off from them. Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.

"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was" Fred said bracingly. "And he's been off colour for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly. One swallow – he probably didn't feel a thing."

"Fred!" Ginny said indignantly although Ella agreed with Fred.

"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself" George said.

"He bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. "Remember, Harry, Ella?"

"Yeah, that's true" Harry said.

"His finest hour" Fred said, unable to keep a straight face. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory. Oh, come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat. What's the point of moaning?" In a last-ditch attempt to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded him to come along to the Gryffindor team's final practice before the Ravenclaw match, so that he could have a go on the Firebolt after they'd finished even dragging Ella with them much to her protests of not wanting to go. This did seem to take Ron's mind off Scabbers for a moment 

"Brilliant! Can I try and shoot a few goals on it?" so they set off for the Quidditch pitch. Madam Hooch, who was still overseeing Gryffindor practices to keep an eye on Harry was just as impressed with the Firebolt as everyone else had been. She took it in her hands before take-off and gave them the benefit of her professional opinion.

"Look at the balance on it! If the Nimbus series has a fault, it's a slight list to the tail-end – you often find they develop a drag after a few years. They've updated the handle, too, a bit slimmer than the Cleansweeps, reminds me of the old Silver Arrows – a pity they've stopped making them, I learned to fly on one, and a very fine old broom it was too" She continued in this vein for some time, until Wood said, 

"Er – Madam Hooch? Is it OK if Harry has the Firebolt back? Only we need to practise"

"Oh – right – here you are, then, Potter" Madam Hooch. "I'll sit over here with Weasley" She, Ella and Ron left the pitch to sit in the stadium, Ron grabbed Ella's arm so she couldn't just leave and head off back to the Gryffindor tower. The Gryffindor team gathered around Wood for his final instructions for tomorrow's match. And at long last, Harry mounted his Firebolt, and kicked off from the ground. The Firebolt turned with the lightest touch; it seemed to obey his thoughts rather than his grip. It sped across the pitch at such speed that the stadium turned into a green and grey blur; Harry turned it so sharply that Alicia Spinnet screamed, then he went into a perfectly controlled dive, brushing the grassy pitch with his toes before rising thirty, forty, fifty feet into the air again.