Anna Black, The Girl Who Lived, Book 1 (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

18: The First Quidditch Match

~ e d i t e d ~

The first Quidditch game of the season came quicker than anyone could have anticipated. It was Gryffindor against Slytherin...that alone sets the mood.

The trio sat at the table for breakfast, Harry's emerald eyes wide with anxiety as Hermione tried talking to him. The rest of the team sat further down, the twins and Lee loudly cracking jokes, Oliver going over his notes, and Katie and Alicia were talking quietly in between eating.

Harry was definitely the smallest out of the present team, his jumper being a bit too big on him. His eyes couldn't help but drift over to the emerald table. Draco noticed his glance and got Flint's attention, causing them all to harass the Gryffindor team from afar.

At this, the three of them rolled their eyes while the Gryffindor team yelled insults back. Draco looked as smug as could be.

"I still don't believe Anna's cousins with Malfoy," muttered Harry with the shake of his head. "He's so rude."

"You'd be surprised mate. Most purebloods are awful."

Hermione gave a giggle as she said, "Maybe the hair gel will get to his brain eventually."

They all laughed as they caught sight of his overly-shiny hair.

"Any word from Anna?" asked Ron. "I don't think they have a replacement-"

"Honestly, Ronald, you never listen! Madame Pomfrey said she won't be well enough to leave the hospital wing until tomorrow morning!"

"'Honestly Ronald'...Merlin, do you have any other comebacks?" muttered Ron, but Hermione wasn't paying any attention, she was too busy watching the brawl that was about to happen between Flint and the twins.

"Let's get going, yeah?" asked Harry quickly.

The three went to the quidditch pitch. The autumn air was crisp, and Harry shivered despite his thick jumper. Ron immediately started complaining while Hermione scolded him for not bringing a thicker jacket.

They parted ways, Harry going to the team tent while Ron and Hermione went towards the stands. The raven-haired boy couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and sadness...things would've felt so much better if he had Anna by his side.

He was always quite shy and was never the most athletic. Anna, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. The two complimented each other perfectly.

It was almost as if Harry's wishes were granted...because his best blonde companion called out, "Hey, wait up!"

His head whipped around to see Anna jogging to him, waving with a huge grin on her face. "A...Anna? How-"

"Magic!" she exclaimed, quickly laughing as she saw his confusion. "Well...something like that. I feel fine, a bit lightheaded, but fine. Oh, and Madame Pomfrey grew my hair back, that was magic for sure."

"Anna, I really don't think you should play," said Harry with a frown.

"What?! Why not? I snuck out for you, you know."

Before they could argue further, Oliver Wood emerged from the tent, his face tinted with red from worry. He was about to get Harry to go over the team's plans but quickly lit up at the sign of Anna. "Merlin, I don't believe it...you're here, Black! McGonagall said you wouldn't be playing today."

"I'm here and ready to go," she said gleefully, giving a thumbs-up.

Harry shook his head, "Oliver, she's not supposed to be here, she's not fully healed, she still has her bandages!"