Capítulo 67: Quidditch Finals pt. two

Chris took Gryffindor's penalty and scored. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal — Montague scores —" Lee groaned. Hundred–twenty to Gryffindor —"

Chris seized the Quaffle, she was not ready to give up.

"Christina Norton gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Chris, COME ON!" Lee shouted.

Every single Slytherin player apart from Malfoy, even the Slytherin Keeper, was streaking up the pitch towards Chris, they were about to block her. Chris was thinking hard how to bypass them when suddenly Harry came like a bullet, he shot towards the Slytherins.

"AAAAAAARRRGH!"

They scattered as Harry's Firebolt zoomed towards them; Chris's way was clear.

"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor lead by Hundred ten points to seventy!"

Chris smirked looking at Harry. Harry smiled back and zoomed away.

Ginny seized the Quaffle next, the beaters were about to target her when Lee screamed, "THE SNITCH! THE SNITCH! Malfoy is right after it but Harry is in Firebolt racing towards him."

The beater changed direction and threw a Bludger towards Harry, he threw himself forwards, taking both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and —

"HE CAUGHT THE SNITCH! PROFESSOR HE CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WON! GRYFFINDOR WON!"

And the stadium exploded.

Chris zoomed towards Draco and next second Draco fell from his broom. The crowd cheered more loudly. The Slytherins shouted at her.

Then Wood was speeding towards Harry, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Fred and George also hugged them; then Ginny and Angelina cried, "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" At last, Chris joined in the group hug as well. Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth.

Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the pitch. Hands were raining down on their backs. Chris had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on her. Then she, and the rest of the team were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, she saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – "Yeh beat 'em, Harry, yeh beat 'em!" There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way towards Chris and Ginny, were Colin and Luna. Words failed them. They simply beamed, Colin took many more pictures, as they were heaved towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.

As the team took the cup from Dumbledore, Colin shouted, "Please hold still. Hold still for a moment." He started to click pictures. Then every team member asked Colin to click a picture of them with the cup. And the day ended with Ginny and Chris's one iconic picture, where they stand confidently side by side, hands on their hip and holding their Firebolts.

The celebration of Gryffindors winning the Quidditch Cup lasted at least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling into the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.

But they couldn't. The exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working; they were about to take their O.W.Ls (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to sit his N.E.W.Ts (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts offered. As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly edgy and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione.

Chris saw the exam timetable she had drawn up for herself. The first column read:

MONDAY

9 o'clock, Arithmancy

9 o'clock, Transfiguration

Lunch

1 o'clock, Charms

1 o'clock, Ancient Runes

Chris only sighed and went out. Chris always had different ideas about things, unlike others she decided to go outside to read. She went to the lake, sat on the grass and opened her books. After a few minutes, a shadow fell on her books.

"You've noted that wrong."

She looked up and ordered "Sit, Fawley. You're blocking the light."

Jason sat beside her and took the notebook and corrected a few mistakes. Chris looked at the corrections and smiled, "So ready for exams?"

"Yeah." He said looking at the other books. "By the way, congratulations on winning."

"Thanks. Aren't you angry like other Slytherins?" Chris said raising her eyebrows.

"No. I don't think such trifles are worth fighting. It's just a school Quidditch match, not a life-death sentence." He answered.

"That means you don't like Quidditch, cause a Quidditch lover will never say that," Chris said grinning.

"Honestly yes. I didn't even watch the matches last year. I just started watching this year."

"Why?" Chris chuckled. "Is it because I'm playing this year?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Right."

"No need to be sarcastic." Chris laughed.

A smile appeared on Jason's face but he hid it by looking away.

"Bye." He said got up and left.

Chris smiled and started to read again.

"I'm going to check the last passage tomorrow," Chris whispered to Ginny and Colin in the common room, a few days before the exams.

"Tomorrow?" Few books fell from Colin's hands.

Ginny, who was reading her Transfiguration book, carefully looked up.

"I'm not asking you two to come. I know there is lots of pressure for exams —" Chris said.

"Shut up." Ginny closed the book. "I'm almost done. And if you really meet Black on the way there and your theory of 'him being innocent' proved wrong then he'll kill you. So no — you're not going alone."

"Yeah. I'm coming too." Colin said. "Then you two will help me with studies."

Chris and Ginny exchanged looks then laughed.

"Deal."

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