Homecoming

AN: OKKK so Im actually posting a story... now this is my first so PLEASE tell me what you think it\'ll take like two seconds and I really need to know weather to keep going with this.... enjoy

I do not own any characters except Fallon... the rest belong to JKR (tear)

“Harry come on eat something, look at these pancakes and those eggs. They are practically begging to be eaten.” Ron said as he poked his best friend. Harry shot a look of disgust his freckled friend before replying.

“Ron, I think the breakfast food is only talking to you. Are you starting to hear voices?” he said.

“Nope, sorry Harry but your the only one who hears voices.” he grinned and dodged a piece of sausage that was thrown at him.

“Your just jealous.” Harry said as he stuck his tongue out at Ron, only to have his tongue frozen.

“Weeey!” he mumbled having difficulties speaking. This was one of Ron\'s favorite tricks because Harry would keep falling for it, plus Ron actually knew what the counter was. As Harry struggled his trademark hair fell into eyes that were no longer concealed by glasses. Harry quickly brushed his dark hair off his face and stretched, earning sighs from Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Harry had come to Hogwarts a scrawny boy but he defiantly wasn\'t going to leave that way. Years of training for Quidditch had made him tone his body and develop abs any wizard would envy.

Seeing Harry\'s admirers watching Ron decided his friend needed a distraction from girls, Quidditch, and mainly the aftermath of the summer war. Smirking Ron grabbed a fistful of fruit and pelted it at his best friend. \"EEEELLLP!\" was all Harry managed before turning to tackle Ron with scrambled eggs in his hand.

Looking up from her book Hermione smothered a laugh at seeing her tall redheaded boyfriend be tackled. Smiling she couldn\'t help but glance at where Ron\'s shirt had risen up and exposed a taunt stomach. He may not be as handsome as Harry had become but he was defiantly a looker. And he\'s all mine. She watched for a few more moments until they decided to try to bring her into the fray.

She was use to their antics, having coped with them both since she began school seven years ago. All three were just as close seventh year as they were the first year. The only thing that ever changed was who was dating who and when Voldemort would show up. Turning to Ron, her boyfriend of two years, she simpered knowingly “Ron, in the seven years Harry has been playing Quidditch, he has not once eaten breakfast I think you can safely assume that this meal won’t be any different.” Shaking her head, she returned to her book on the affirmative side of controlling dragon blood use.

Harry and Ron, who had stopped bickering once they were both covered head to toe in breakfast food, both looked at each other trying not to laugh. Hermione was the only witch who had successfully read the entire school library in her seven years at Hogwarts. She had been complaining so much that Professor Snape had overheard her and assigned her to read books on various potion ingredients. She was so enthralled with her book that she even began to play with her thick hair, something she only did when completely content. The witch had grown up over the long summers and could now add pretty to her list of accomplishments. Hermione would never be breathtaking but she enjoyed not being a hag.

“Come on ya Harry, we’re gonna be late!” Ron said glancing at the clock in the great hall. They both started to get up from the table only to find out that they were stuck together by syrup from the pancakes they were throwing. Without looking up from her book, Hermione used scourgify on them. Before she could open her mouth they were off not wanting to face her wrath, or be late for the first Quidditch game of the season. Boys, Hermione thought before returning to her book.

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Meanwhile in the locker room...

“Ok well I guess I have too give you all a speech that will make you want to beat the Slytherins into a bloody pulp. Personally, if you don’t already want to beat the Slytherins than your on the wrong team. But anyway we have the best team in the school, its as simple as that. Now go out there and prove it.” Harry said, trying to act confidant and reassuring. He didn’t really understand why he was made captain in the fist place. He had never been much a motivational speaker. But hopefully his talk would boast some of the teams spirits.

Patting a particularly green second year he went to leave “Right lets go.”

As the team emerged into the field Harry was filled with the excitement that always came with Quidditch. No matter what had happened over the summer with Voldemort, he could always come back to the field and forget. He could forget that he killed Voldemort, and he could forget all the people who died for him to achieve his goal. Nothing could change Quidditch. Nothing.

Harry jogged towards the center of the stadium where Madam Hooch was waiting to start the game. He was still taken aback by what it felt like to be in the grassy stadium. Wanting to begin he looked for his team, all who were there except Ron. Looking for Ron he quickly spotted him by a large scarlet banner.

“Ron, come on you can kiss Hermione LATER!!” he bellowed. Spinning quickly Ron looked towards the sound and blushed because everyone was waiting for him. Kissing Hermione one more time he ran into the center to join the rest of the team. Shooting Ron a glance Harry mounted his broom, spiraling into his place.

“Too much for you to get ALL your team here on time Potter?” asked the handsome blond Slytherin across from him. Draco Malfoy was the Slytherins teams seeker and captain. Unlike Harry he was ruthless and had the bad boy image down flat. Which was sometimes hard to tell because Malfoy had the face of an angel, and the ego to go with it.

“Malfoy how nice of you to express your conce...” Harry began but was cut off when Madame Hooch released the Quaffle. The game had begun.

Dodging a blundger Harry began to look for the snitch. Malfoy was still right beside Harry, with his long blond hair blowing around in the increasing wind. It was starting to look like a storm was picking up. Better end this early Harry decided and set off with a goal in mind.

Diving towards the ground at breakneck speed he earned a collective gasp from the crowd as he raced. The entire school had turned out to watch, even Dumbledore had shown up. At the last minute he pulled up just in time to keep from smashing into the cold ruthless ground.

Harry looked back to see if Malfoy had followed. The sight behind him made Harry laugh. Malfoy was sitting on the Quidditch pitch with his face covered with dirt, and his broom imbedded in the hard ground. Smirking, he returned to his quest as the rain began to fall.

Just as the rain really started to take a turn for the worst, Harry saw a golden glint near the Griffyndor goal post. He sped towards it smiling as Ron successfully batted away the quaffle. They were winning 50 - 30, but they wouldn’t be for much longer if the weather got worse. Already the strong wind was blowing the much lighter Gryffindor players around, whereas the troll like opposition seemed to be unaffected.

Shaking his head free of those thoughts Harry chased after the snitch. But the rain made it hard to see and he lost track of the Snitch. Meanwhile Ron was trying his hardest not to laugh as he saw his little sister, Ginny, be blown around in the storm. Making eye contact with Harry, who he could barely see even though he was a foot away, he shouted \"We need a Time out.\" Before Ron even finished Harry was off to get Madame Hooch. Thats friendship for you, Harry just ignores me.

\"TIMEOUT!\" Harry shouted to Madame Hooch and tried to get the players attention. It wasn\'t working because no one could see anyhting in the heavy rain. It finally took Dumbeldore shooting green sparks into the air for the players to come down. After 10 minutes the rain began to lighten and the game began yet again.

As the players rose high into the air people in the crowds began to scream and point. The entire stadium was in a paniced frenzy.
The stands were chaos people were screaming and shouting at a figure moving quickly in the dreary sky. It appeared to be a large bird and two smaller figures on either side of the object. Whatever it was it was coming closer and fast.

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The crowds were swarming with teachers trying to maintain order and students wondering if Voldemort had returned and this was his revenge. Hermione quickly grew tired of being bumped into and cast a calming charm on those in her near vicinity. Damn surprises! I’m sick of them, why can’t we simply have an uneventful Quidditch game?

As Hermione was lost in thought, someone stepping on her toes brought her quickly to attention. “Neville watch where your going!” she hissed now fully irritated. As Head Girl she had to establish some sort of peace but she couldn’t do that if people were trampling her every two seconds! As Hermione was trying to figure out how to calm the raging students a question pulled her quickly out of her stupor.

“Hermione isn’t that the Quidditch player you use to date?”asked Neville.

Glancing up at the now visible creatures she saw it was her ex Viktor Krum and another boy from Durmstrang on broomsticks. Even more intriguing was the powder gray hippogriph in the middle who seemed to be carrying nothing.

“Well, this is unexpected.”

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As the unusual group approached the field at an astounding speed it was all the Quidditch players could do to move out of their way in time. When the group was directly above the pitch Krum quickly flew to Dumbledore and started rapidly speaking in hushed tones.

While the rest of the schools population was wondering what they were saying Harry was more intrigued by the Hippogriph and the boy beside it. It was odd, Krum and the other boy were acting as if they were guarding something yet there was nothing there unless they were guarding the hippogriph.

As Harry began to try and think why two Durmstrang students would guard a Hippogriph a shoe became visible right before the shoe slipped off the hippogriff. Could this be what they were trying to guard, a shoe? As he watched the object fall from high above Harry realized that it wasn’t a shoe but a leg and than another leg and a torso. It was actually a person who was falling!

Without stopping to think he raced forward and caught the falling body in his arms. Successfully caching the motionless human.

Apparently Harry hadn’t been the only one to see the body fall, because he heard shouts following him catching the body. Landing he removed the rest of the invisibility cloak and looked at the person in his arms. Taking a sharp breath he stared at the girl he now held protectively in his arms.

The girl had silky brown hair and a heart shaped face. The face was unblemished except for a few freckles that covered her white nose. The still unconscious girl’s cheeks were rosy because of cold and they stood out sharply against her pale skin. Her pert lips were closed tightly and chapped from the wind. The body Harry held in his arms was magnificent. He could feel muscle and curves through his robes and hers. She looked like something out of legend.

As he examined her she began to wake up from her state of unconsciousness. When Harry felt the girl wiggle against him he looked towards her face and saw some of the deepest eyes he had ever seen. The girl had big storm blue eyes that any goddess would envy.

“Wh..” She began but than stopped to swallow and tried to speak again. “Who are you?” The goddess managed to get out before looking back at Harry with a confused expression on her face.

Just as he was about to reply the wind blew, and made their hair dance. Once Harry could see again, he saw the vision of beauty staring at his forehead. As she was staring her face went from confusion to sadness to downright anger. And before Harry could even reply she began shaking and passed out again just as the rest of the school reached them.

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