I am in awe of JK Rowling's wonderful talents. Her talents have made her lots of money and she would be able to pay loads of lawyers who would sue my ass if I tried to make money on this so I'm doing this for free.
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN-
Then you will lose and you will die!
`And now referee Aldo Ferrara, from Italy, will start the match. He releases the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch and lifts the Quaffle. And WE'RE OFF!' shouted the announcer as the referee threw the Quaffle into the air. Ares sped forward and grabbed the Quaffle.
`And Lestrange on the Quaffle, passes to Lennox, oh, that has to hurt, excellent Bludger attack from Burk. Batchev on the Quaffle, and he dodges Gilroy and he scores, from well outside the scoring area. That is Vratsa's expertise, the long goal. And MacKinnon passes to Gilroy, who goes up, oh, brilliant Porskoff Ploy, Lennox on the Quaffle, who does an extremely accurate Reverse Pass to Lestrange, who throws it up into the scoring area and Gilroy scores'. For ten more minutes the game stayed very close, with one team scoring and then the other team scoring. The game was now tied at 70 each.
`Dimov passes to Arnaut who shoots and excellent save from MacKinnon. He passes it to Lestrange, who dodges Arnaut, and Burk sends a Bludger at Lestrange, who dodges it. He takes it round Dimov and completely fools Batchev with a Transylvanian Punch,' said the Announcer. Ares had pretended to punch Batchev but didn't hit him and had sped on while Batchev flinched. `Lestrange dodges a Bludger from Umar and another one from Burk. He flies into the scoring area, he ROUNDS CHOROLEEVA AND SCORES!!!!! WHAT A GOAL FROM THE IRISHMAN.' Choroleeva then passed the ball to Batchev who had it taken from him by Gilroy and passes it to Ares who then scored. The Magpies dominated for another fifteen minutes and the scores were Vratsa 080: Montrose 140.
`Lestrange on the Quaffle - dodges Dimov, does a Sloth Grip roll to avoid the Bludger and passes to Lennox, who scores,' shouted the Announcer. Suddenly there was a cheer from the crowd as Lukanov and Miloslaw were in neck and neck chasing the little snitch. They were flying in and around the goals, around the chasers and Bludgers, even into the stand. In the confusion, Ares had been able to score six goals, just on his own.
`And WHAT A BLUDGER HIT BY JONES!!! LUKANOV IS DOWN AND OUT!!! MILOSLAW CATCHES THE SNITCH! MONTROSE MAGPIES ARE THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS! THEY HAVE COMPLETED A HISTORIC TREBLE!' shouted the Announcer. Ares and his team mates had all landing and jumped on top of Miloslaw. They did a celebratory lap of the pitch. They then landed for the award ceremony.
`Ladies and Gentlemen! Esteemed members of the Press and all you listening at home. What a match that was. We have several presentations to make, but first of all I think all the players deserve a big round of applause,' said a man, dressed in expensive robes. `My name is William Jeremy and I am the President of ESAQ, the European Wizards Association of Quidditch. The first presentation is to the runners up, the Vratsa Vultures. I will now hand out these medals to the Vratsa Vultures and their head coach.' He handed out silver medals to the Vratsa Vultures. `I will know perform the individual ceremonies. There are six categories. Firstly, best Keeper, goes to Elena Choroleeva.' He presented her with a small trophy. `The best Beater award goes to William Jones.' He presented him with a small trophy. `The best Chaser award goes to Ares Lestrange.' He presented Ares with a small trophy. `The Best Seeker goes to Simeon Miloslaw.' He presented him with a small trophy. `The Best Manager award goes to Hamish MacFarlan.' He presented the Magpies Manager with trophy. `And finally, the Golden Quaffle. The most goals scored through out the competition. It goes to an awesome Chaser, the best chaser of his day, and probably the best chaser that will ever grace Quidditch. The Golden Quaffle goes to 117 Goals in 8 matches by Ares Lestrange!' He presented Ares with a Golden Quaffle.
`Now I will present the Gold medals to the winners.' He gave each member of the Magpies a gold medal. A huge trophy was on a podium to the side. It was about three feet high and about one and a half feet with. It was made of silver with gold handles and a Golden Snitch on top. On the trophy were the words `Européen Sorciers Association de Quidditch' and `Champion de Europe'.
`And now to lift the trophy, Montrose captain ARES LESTRANGE!' Ares walked up to the huge trophy. He held it by the handles and lifted it up over his head while in the background huge amounts of black and white fireworks went off and the crowd cheered. Then the memory ended.
`Wow,' said the class.
`I've never seen a match like that,' said Neville.
`Well you would have all been about two or three at the time,' said Ares. `Or five in the case of Del.'
`That was a brilliant year. We were the only team to have won they're continental trophy, domestic league and domestic trophy in one year.
***
Harry was reading up in his room. Hermione came in and lay down and cuddled into him.
`What are you reading Harry?'
`The A-Z of Dueling curses, charms, hexes and jinxes.'
`Why are you reading that?' asked Hermione. Harry looked away.
`You're thinking about going after Bellatrix Lestrange. Aren't you?' asked Hermione.
`Yes. That among other things,' said Harry, thinking about the prophecy.
`What other things?'
`Nothing. It's nothing Hermione.'
`Harry, tell me.'
`It's something Dumbledore told me at the end of last year. After Sirius,' started Harry, but his voice failed him.
`Harry, please, tell me,' said Hermione, growing more and more worried.
`He told me why Voldemort wanted to kill me,' said Harry. `There was a prophecy. One told by Trelawney.'
`Harry, Dumbledore wouldn't believe anything that old fraud would say,' said Hermione, matter-of-factly.
`It was a real prophecy. Like the one she had in third year,' said Harry. `She said that the person who could defeat Voldemort will have parents who defied him three times and will be born at the end of July. When the prophecy was made there were only two people who fit that description.'
`So it mightn't be you Harry,' said Hermione, with hope in her eyes, as she didn't want Harry fighting Voldemort.
`No. The prophecy says that Voldemort will mark this child as his equal. And he marked me! Literally! And what's worse is the end of the prophecy. I must die at the hands of Voldemort or kill him. Murder or be the murderer,' cried Harry. `That is why I am reading these books. I must kill him. I am the only one who can, Hermione. Not Dumbledore, not Moody, not Remus, not Ron, not Ares, no one can defeat, except me. And if I fail, not only do I die. We all die Hermione.'
`Then go to Dumbledore. Ask him to train you. He surely knows of weapons that can defeat Voldemort,' said Hermione.
`Dumbledore has the power to kill, yes he does. But he can't. He can't teach me how to take life. He never has taken life,' said Harry.
`Then go to Ares. He is powerful in both Light and Dark magic. Something you will need Harry,' said Hermione. She kissed him and they got up. They walked hand and hand to Ares' office. When they got there, they saw Tonks walking in to talk to Ares. She didn't see them.
`Ares, can I talk to you?' asked Tonks.
`Sure Nymphadora, sit down,' said Ares. `What's the matter?'
`I'm late,' said Tonks.
`Late for what?' asked Ares. Tonks glared at him and then looked down. Ares then caught on.
`Have you told,' started Ares.
`No! We only spent one night together. He has enough problems without me telling him that I'm pregnant,' said Tonks. `He'll hate me for it. He'll hate the child for it.'
`No he won't Nymphadora. I've known the man for over twenty-five years. He won't hate you. He'll love this. He's always found it difficult with women. He'll be over the moon about this, if you excuse the pun. Now, on a more serious note, tell him, don't be morphing, it's bad for the child, and don't be lifting anything silver.'
`Okay, thank you Ares,' said Tonks, before leaving. Harry and Hermione walked in a minute later.
`Hi you two, walk can I help you with?' asked Ares. `And I know you were eavesdropping so if you have the same problem as Tonks then you're in trouble.'
`No, it's nothing like that,' said Hermione, but despite this she still was blushing. `We haven't done anything like that yet.' Harry's eyes widened at the use of the word yet.
`So what is it?' asked Ares.
`Um, would you, um be able to,' started Harry.
`Would you be able to teach him to fight?' asked Hermione. Ares remained still, not blinking or saying anything.
`Hermione, can I talk to Harry alone, please?' asked Ares.
`Sure,' said Hermione, walking out.
`Harry, why do you want to learn to fight?' asked Ares.
`So I can fight Voldemort,' said Harry.
`Do you think you can defeat Voldemort?'
`I don't know. I hope I can.'
`Then you will lose and you will die!' said Ares. `And it will be a waste of both mine and your time for me to train you. With your attitude, you should spend the rest of your time enjoying what's left of your short life.' With that, Ares stood up and left. Harry walked out.
`So, when do you start training?' asked Hermione.
`He said no,' said Harry. `And he told me that there was no use fighting. And it is true. I won't defeat Voldemort. I will die. I'll see you later Hermione.' Harry then ran off and Hermione burst into tears. Neither saw or heard Ares watching them.
`Open your eyes Harry!'
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