Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

see a golden railing on the edge of the walk way. The ground was a good 50 feet below their level.
Looking past the pitch Harry saw that the stadium was nearly 100 feet high.
He saw the goal hoops at each end of he pitch, they were not the traditional all gold color that Harry
was used to, instead the poles that held the hoops were dark green while the hoops themselves were
gold with the same dark green color spiraling around it. The paint job had a striking effect, making the
hoops look smaller than they actually were. Most of the seats were pained the same dark green as the
hoops, but some were painted gold and spelled out Hollyhead Harpies.
When they arrived at the end of the tunnel they were greeted by an old witch wearing green robes with
the word USHER stenciled on the back with gold thread. "Hello, welcome to Hollyhead stadium," she
said. She held out her hand for their tickets, and after Harry had given them to her she took them to
their seats.
They were seated about mid way up the stadium, right at the height were most of the action would take
place, right on the center line of the pitch. "Wow Harry," exclaimed Ginny as she looked out at the
stadium, "these are great seats."
The witch looked the two of them over, "you are Harry Potter, I knew it," she said.
Harry sighed and nodded, "Yes, I'm Harry Potter," he said.
"I just wanted to make sure," said the witch, "Miss. Jones thought that you might show up with Mrs.
Weasley some time over the summer and she has asked to see the two of you on the field."
Both Harry and Ginny just looked at the witch in amazement. Then the witch beckoned for the two to
follow her and started towards the pitch, where several figures clad in dark green robes with a large
gold talon on the front were just emerging from the tunnel that obviously led to the changing rooms.
The witch waved at the group of players and one waved back. The player started towards them and met
them about 5 rows back from the pitch. "Ah, Harry, Ginny, it's nice to see the two of you again, we
didn't get enough of a chance to talk at Professor Slughorn's party."
Both Harry and Ginny stuck out their hands to shake the Quidditch captain's. "It's nice to see you again
also Miss. Jones," said Ginny as the usher walked away.
"Please, call me Gwen," said the Caption. She turned so she was facing Ginny directly, "Ginny, have
you given any more thought to my offer?" she asked.
Ginny looked at her with slight amazement on her face. "A little," she said, "But to tell the truth, my
mind has been on other things in the past year and a half."
"That's understandable," said Gwenog, "but please think about it, one of our chasers is retiring at the
end of the season and we're looking for a new one. If you're still interested I'd be glad to let you
practice with the team and see how you fit in."
Harry saw Ginny's face light up at this. It had always been her dream to play Quidditch professionally,
and to get the offer from her favorite player was probably the best thing to happen to her ever.
She looked at Harry, almost pleading to go, "you don't have to ask me," He said, "it's your choice."
Ginny just smiled, "I'd love to fly with you," said Ginny, the words practically exploding from her
mouth, "But I don't have a broom."
"Don't worry, we have plenty," laughed Gwenog as she indicated the twenty or so broomsticks in a cart
on the pitch. "They're not the Firebolt that we play on, but the Nimbus 2002 is a good broom to warm
up on."