Harry Potter And The Fortunate Queen

"So I've decided." Oliver Wood said with a smile.

Ginny and Chris looked at him curiously.

"I think you all know the scores." Wood said and everyone nodded.

The scores were like this:

Angelina - 5

Ginny - 5

Chris - 4

Alicia - 3

Katie - 2

A another 5th year boy did one goal.

"So I talked with our current three Chasers, and we have a conclusion. Alicia thinks you two can be better Chaser than her." Wood said shocking everyone.

"Yeah. I think so. You two are just in 2nd year and you did great. So I guess little more practice and you two can be professionals. And our final aim is same, winning the Quidditch cup." Alicia said.

"I agree. Honestly I never took Quidditch very seriously as my future carrier. I played because everyone said I'm a good player. So now when we've options to choose more talented Chasers then why not." Katie Bell said smiling.

"I like the way you two played." Angelina Johnson said.

"So the decision is made. Our new Chasers will be Angelina Johnson, Christina Norton and Ginny Weasley." Wood said and the twins jumped up and down and hugged Ginny.

Everyone congratulate them, Alicia almost threatened them to win. Katie was happy for them. Angelina said she will personally train them both for their first match.

That day, at Dinner, Weasley twins celebrated this with Chris, Ginny, Colin, Luna, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Are you serious? Our Ginny beat Angelina's score?" Ron asked, his mouth wide open in surprise.

"Yes. You should see her." George said.

"You should see them. Ginny and Chris, together they were unstoppable." Fred said.

"Congratulations you both." Harry said smiling.

"Yes. Congratulations." Hermione repeated.

"Thanks." Chris said smiling but Ginny was looking nervous and barely listening anything. Chris noticed her. "Are you ok Ginny? You were happy few minutes ago. What happened?"

"Umm... oh.. nothing.. I was thinking about our first practice with Angelina." She said and put on a fake smile.

Chris didn't said anything. Everyone concentrated on their Dinner.

Chris knew what was bothering her, she wrote to Mrs Weasley about her selection but only thenshe realized she was going to need a new broom. All the money Mr Weasley got last summer, they had spend almost all of it. Now if they buy a broom for her, it'll be not very fast broom, like her brothers and worse if they didn't have enough money to buy a cheapest one. Ginny was nervous because of this thoughts.

Three days later, at Breakfast, as the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by two long thin package, each carried by six large screech owls. Chris knew at once what were those when the owls soared down and dropped one right in front of her and other one in front of Ginny, knocking his bacon to the floor.

Everyone tried to get a glimpse, guessing what can be it. Chris opened her parcel and heard sharp intake of breaths from people around her. It was a broomstick, none other than a Firebolt. Ginny looked at Chris's broom and opened her own parcel with shaky hands. Ginny clapped in front of her mouth, as she saw that was a another Firebolt. She looked at Chris in disbelief. Colin took lots of pictures. Almost everyone in Great Hall were staring at them. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione came running towards them.

"It's gorgeous." Harry said grinning.

"Brilliant." Ron squealed.

"Who send it Ginny?" Fred asked.

"I don't know... How?" Ginny looked at Chris's smiling face. If answer to that question, Leon came with two letters.

Chris took the letters and saw one is addressed to her and other was for Ginny. She gave a letter to Ginny and opened her's.

Dear, My little Eagle,

Congratulations on making into the team. Honestly I was sure, you'll make it. As promised, your gift. Fly high Darling. All the best.

Your Dad.

She closed the letter with a big smile.

After getting into the team, first thing Chris did, was writing a letter to her father about her and Ginny's success.

After putting her letter in her bag, Chris peaked into Ginny's letter:

Dear, Ginny,

Congratulations on making into the Quidditch team dear. A small gift from me, consider it as a early Christmas gift. No need to worry, I've already send a letter to your parents and convinced them. You have your parents' permission to take it.

Good Luck for your first match.

Love,

Mr Norton.

Chris finished reading Ginny's letter then looked at her to see her expression. Ginny was in tears, she hugged Chris tightly.

"You told your father to send this. Didn't you?" She said still hugging Chris.

"Honestly.. No Ginny I didn't. I just told him we both are selected in the team. That's it." Chris said patting her back. "And trust me... if it wasn't for you then Dad would've brought one for himself and decorated it in our house."

Ginny chuckled and let Chris go. "Thank you."

"Write my father. He'll be happy." Chris said smiling back.

"I'll. I promise." Ginny smiled back and wipe her tears. George patted her head.

Next few days went by like a breeze. Firebolt really was the fastest broom. Chris felt, it was like flying on a rocket. She and Ginny practiced hard with Angelina. Other than that, Chris was having hard times in her studies. Colin and Luna helped them in studies, even Hermione helped a lot. That's how she maintainedthe balance between study and Quidditch.

In no time at all, Defence Against the Dark Arts became most people's favourite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.

"Look at the state of his robes," Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house-elf."

But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first.

But Potions were getting more scary. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, he was finding excuses for hating every Gryffindor, and no one was in any doubt why. Hermione told Chris about the story of the Boggart(a shape-shifter, It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most.) assuming Snape's shape, and the way Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes. It had travelled through the school like wildfire. Snape didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever, even outside the class. Chris was really feeling bad for Neville. So as Ginny, she started to talk to him frequently.

Chris also heard, Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures lessons were going well, he was still confident and working on his classes greatly, everyone was enjoying it. Most importantly, Draco Malfoy didn't did anything after the first day, he wasn't attentive in any class but also wasn't in the mood of creating troubles for Hagrid. Some thought, he was scarred of Chris; some thought he was planning something big against Chris. Nobody knew what's going on and Chris didn't bother about it that much.

At the second week of October, as the Quidditch season was approaching soon, Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting one Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.

There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, football-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the pitch; two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls which zoomed around trying to attack the players); a Keeper, who defended the goalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.

Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly changing rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch.

"This is our last chance – my last chance – to win the Quidditch Cup," he told them, striding up and down in front of them. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it. Gryffindor haven't won for seven years now. OK, so we've had the worst luck in the world – injuries – then the tournament getting called off last year …" Wood swallowed, as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat. "But we also know we've got the best – ruddy – team – in – the – school," he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye. We've got three superb Chasers. Angelina told me that you two are doing great?" He looked at Angelina Johnson, Chris and Ginny.

"Yes. Just wait you see them, Wood." Angelina said confidently.

Wood smiled and continued, "We've got two unbeatable Beaters."

"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," said Fred and George Weasley together, pretending to blush.

"And we've got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match!" Wood rumbled, glaring at Harry with a kind of furious pride. "And me," he added, as an afterthought.

"We think you're very good, too, Oliver," said George.

"Cracking Keeper," said Fred.

"The point is," Wood went on, resuming his pacing, "the Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing …"

Wood spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.

"Oliver, this year's our year," said Fred.

"We'll do it, Oliver!" said Angelina.

"Definitely," said Harry.

"We'll win," said Chris, Ginny and George together.

Full of determination, the team started training sessions, three evenings a week. The weather was getting colder and wetter, the nights darker, but no amount of mud, wind or rain could tarnish Chris's wonderful vision of winning the huge silver Quidditch Cup.