Green Flame Torch

Harry woke up to find himself in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey said, "It's good to see that you have finally awakened from your coma."

"Finally?" Harry asked? "What day is this?"

"It's Sunday morning," she told him. "You've been unconscious for five days."

"Good," he said. Malfoy's attack on Gryffindor hasn't happened yet, he realized. There was still time to prevent him from using the Green Flame Torch.

His mind was racing as he thought up a plan. The Slytherin Quidditch team was scheduled to play Hufflepuff that day. Maybe he could meet up with the Hufflepuff team and convince them to intentionally hit a Bludger at Malfoy. Then he wouldn't be able to attack that day. He jumped out of his bed and sped across the room and out the door.

"Potter," Madam Pomfrey called after him. "I am not sure if you are well enough --"

But Harry ignored her. There was no way he was going to lie around in bed while Malfoy attacked all of his friends. He raced down four flights of stairs to the dungeon level to where Hufflepuff was located.

The door opened, and Harry hoped that one of the Quidditch team members was coming out, but instead he saw Susan Bones.

"Harry," said Susan with a smile. "How thoughtful of you it is to come down here and walk me to the Quidditch match --"

"Have you seen Zach Smith or any of this teammates?" asked Harry hurriedly.

"No," she answered. "I think the the team has already left for the pitch."

"Follow me," said Harry. "I'll explain on the way."

So Harry and Susan left the castle and headed for the pitch. He was able to intercept Zack and the rest of the team as the left the dressing room. Since his plan involved Bludgers, he decided to speak to the Beaters, Owen Cauldwell and Rose Zeller.

"Cauldwell, Zeller," he began, "listen to me. You have to hit the bludgers directly at Malfoy, or --"

"Potter!" Zack interrupted, "this is my team, not yours. I don't need some Gryffindor telling me how to run my team. Now I see what you're doing. You're trying to sabotage my team so that we'll lose."

"This isn't about Quidditch!" Harry said angrily. "It's about Voldemort! Tonight he plans on sending Malfoy with the Green Flame Torch to kill innocent people! You have to take him out during the match!"

"There you go again, telling crazy stories again," said Zack. "You've got no proof that You-Know-Who has a plan, that Draco is a Death Eater, or that the Green Flame Torch even exists! You know that you have no chance beating my team in the finals, so you're hoping that Slytherin will win and you'll play them instead of us!"

"I believe Harry," Susan intervened. "You remember what happened last weekend? I mean, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is responsible for killing my grandparents, my parents, and now my auntie. He must be stopped, even if it means losing some unimportant Quidditch match!"

Hearing it from a fellow Hufflepuff must have convinced Zack, for he then completely changed his attitude. He turned to Owen and Rose. "As your captain, I order you to listen to Harry. Knock down Malfoy at all costs!"

Feeling satisfied that his plan would succeed, Harry returned with Susan to the stands, where they sat with Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Eddie Carmichael. The match was about to begin.

With jubilant cheers, the Slytherins strolled confidently out onto the field while the Hufflepuffs entered from across the Pitch. Montague and Zack approached middle field, where Madam Hooch waited with the trunk of balls at their feet. Meanwhile, the twelve other players mounted their brooms and shot up into the air, soaring up high to meet the clouds.

"I want a nice, clean game," stated Madam Hooch.

Montague sneered at Zack, who flashed the Slytherin a sly grin. The boys shook hands and then mounted their own brooms, kicking off the ground immediately.

Madam Hooch knelt by the box and released the bludgers from their confines. The two missles fired up into the air and disappeared into a pair of fluffy clouds. The golden snitch disappeared from sight next, and then with one solid throw, Madam Hooch sent the quaffle straight up over his head.

In a flash, Zack Smith snatched the quaffle and tucked it securely under his right arm. He made a mad dash for the hoops, eyeing Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper. Montague and his fellow chasers were hot on his tail, swerving back and forth with the other two chasers from the Hufflepuff team. Somehow, perhaps as Zack was trying to make a pass to one of his team members, he lost hold of the quaffle, allowing Montague the chance to gain possession.

He made a sharp 180 and propelled himself across the sky, nearing the hoops with impressive speed. Summers, the Hufflepuff Keeper, didn't even see it coming. With one solid throw, Montague sent the quaffle spiralling right through the hoops.

"Montague scores for Slytherin!" cried out Dean, disappointed. He opened his mouth to comment further, but slammed it shut just as quickly when McGonagall shot him a reproachful glance.

Montague shot Whitby a haughty smirk. Across the pitch, Bletchley was beaming and nearby, Malfoy was nodding appreciatively. The game had only begun.

The Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott had the Quaffle now thanks to Stebbins. Hannah came barreling down the pitch at breakneck. Even though going too fast to really set up for a shot, she let the quaffle fly. Bletchley easily deflected the shot, laughing aloud at the mad scramble for the quaffle.

Hannah Abbott somehow managed to take possession of the ball again before deftly passing it off to Zack Smith. Bletchley darted back and forth in front of the goals as Zack worked his way nearer.

Zack zig zagged trying to fake Bletchley out. Bletchley tensed and went to Zack's right as the other boy threw the quaffle.

The houses of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor erupted in loud cheers. Zack Smith made a beautifully executed throw through the center hoop after making Bletchley believe he was going to take the shot to his right.

A very excited Dean Thomas loudly screamed, "Hufflepuff scores! A brilliant manuever by Smith! Take that Slytherin!"

Harry could hear Mary Ann Zeller, who was on her feet yelling at the top of her lungs, supporting her older sister Rose. Harry was supporting Rose as well, hoping that she would be able to hit Malfoy with the Bludger.

Slytherin had the quaffle now, and it was passed from Bletchley to Pucey. He caught it, flawlessly and zoomed toward the goal.

Close enough to make a good throw, Pucey made ready to seize the moment. Just as he gave it a good throw, Laura Medley knocked the ball out of the way.

Hannah Abbott had the quaffle this time. Pucey sped toward her, but she ducked out of the way. Pucey swiveled around and sped at him from behind, knocking the quaffle from his hands. Hhe caught it, sped to the goal and lined up for a perfect shot.

He tossed it through. Slytherin's team and happy cheerleaders from the stands cheered as the quaffle shot through the goal.

A collective groan goes up while Dean Thomas flatly announces, "Slytherin scores."

"Great. Just great," said Ron, "if Slytherin keeps scoring every few minutes, it won't matter if Hufflepuff gets the snitch or not."

Harry, of course, was more concerning with Malfoy being knocked out than whether Slytherin won. He turned his attention towards the Hufflepuff beaters.

Rose hit a bludger aimed for Malfoy. She continued on her way for a while, attention still on her bludger. Annoyed when it missed Malfoy she ran into Crabbe for a foul, but Warrington missed the penalty shot. Malfoy, as payback, intentionally collided into Hannah Abbott.

"Foul!" shouted Madam Hooch, after she blew on her whistle.

Currently, Slytherin was in the lead with 20 points, with Hufflepuff with 10. Hannah lined herself up for the penalty shot, and Bletchley prepared for the block. After Hannah propelled her arm forwards, the quaffle went sailing straight through hoop.

"Hufflepuff scores!" shouted Dean enthusiastically. "Great shot, Abbott!"

The score was now tied. Rose Zeller, intent on sending a bludger Draco Malfoy's way, committed her second foul of the game by flying right into Montague. Not only did Slytherin get another penalty shot but Malfoy easily dodged that bludger. Summers knocked the goal attempt aside.

As it currently stood, Hufflepuff and Slytherin were tied with twenty points. Nearly every spectator in the stands was sitting on the edge of his or her seat, eagerly anticipating who would make the next score. Naturally, three-fourths of the fans were rooting for the Badgers. Who, other than those vicious Slytherins, would cheer on the other team?

Chaser Stebbins suddenly gained control of the quaffle and darted across the skies like an arrow whizzing towards its target. In an attempt to block the hoop Stebbins was aiming for, Bletchley jerked sideways, only to realize too late that Stebbins had tricked him. Right before the quaffle left hisfingers, he adjusted his arm so that the ball would shoot through a different hoop.

"Hufflepuff scores! An excellent fake-out by Stebbins! Take that, Slytherin!"

The majority of the crowd rejoiced, giving each other high-fives and bear hugs. But then a spectacular sight at the other end of the pitch captured everyone's attention.

Apparently so busy cheering on his teammate Stebbins that he momentarily lost concentration, Summers slammed into Goyle. Both were sent spinning towards the ground which resulted in all three Slytherin chasers making a mad dash to snatch the quaffle and get it to the Hufflepuff goals before Summers was back up to block.

In response, Zack and Hannah, quickly followed by Laura, joined the fray for the quaffle to stop Slytherin from scoring on untended hoops. In the melee that ensued, Hannah ended up with the quaffle only to have it grabbed right out of her grasp by Pucey who, in an effort to dodge a bludger, ended up passing it to Montague.

With all six chasers practically on top of each other, Montague had trouble gaining ground towards the Hufflepuff goal. For the next few minutes frenzied chaos reigned on the pitch, allowing Summers to regain his position. Goyle too was back on his broom by this time and after the dogfight that took place over the quaffle, Madam Hooch emerged from the pack with it signaling for a Slytherin chaser to take a foul shot for Goyle.

Montague's miss of the foul shot seemed almost anti-climatic at that point. The rest of the game was played just as fast and furious as the first part had been.

The way the bludgers were being hit, at times it almost seemed as if there are more than two of them in the game. Owen and Rose had gotten into a competition. Each tried to out race the other to reach a bludger. At times, Owen beat Rose but just as often Rose got there before Owen. At one point, each was so intent to simply be the one there to hit the bludger that each sent it flying towards one of his or her own team members, with Rose thwacking the bludger right at Stebbins.

Much to Rose's embarrasment her screw up caused Stebbins to lose his grip. Pucey then managed to grab the quaffle and after zig zagging across half the pitch, he passed it to Montague who in turn handed it off to Warrington.

Warrington got in position for a goal attempt but Rose, in an effort to make up for her mistake, slammed a bludger right at the quaffle causing it to fly out of his grasp. With skillful flying and quick hands, in a blink Warrington recovered the quaffle. He went to pass it off to Pucey who was in a perfect goal position only to have that other Rose send a bludger his way.

Angry at losing the quaffle twice in rapid succession like that, Warrington purposesly sideswipes Rose prompting Madam Hooch to call yet another foul. Before someone could be chosen to take the foul shot for Hufflepuff, Malfoy made his move.

Rose realized he'd spotted the snitch. She knew that this would be her last chance to knock Malfoy out. So rather than try yet again to hit Malfoy with a bludger, she followed him and hit him directly with the bat. Malfoy, who had been focusing only on the snitch, was knocked out cold.

"Draco!" Ginny yelled from the stands, concerned for her boyfriend.

"He deserved it!" said Harry and Ron together.

"And so," said Dean, "the ruling on the pitch is that, according to rule number forty point seven is, when an player intentionally knocks out the opposing Seeker, it is scored as if that Seeker had caught the Snitch and the game ends. Slytherin win. The final score is Slytherin 170, Hufflepuff 30."

"Well," said Harry to the others, "at least Rose Zeller did her job. Malfoy won't be able to attack Gryffindor, and even Crabbe and Goyle, who are also known to be Death Eaters, were badly injured."

And so Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny returned to Gryffindor Tower that night. They were confident that there would be no attacks that night but, just to be safe, McGonagall had called some extra Order members to stand guard. But then, suddenly, Arthur Weasley, who was on duty at the time, entered the Common Room and spoke to his two youngest children.

"There's been another attack!" he said somberly.

"But who could have done it?" asked Ron. "Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all in the Hospital Wing."

"It was Marla Hedwig again," Arthur replied. "But it wasn't at Hogwarts. And her latest victim is," and he paused before sadly finishing, "your mother."

"What?" Ginny shrieked.

"I and your older brothers were out celebrating her 54th birthday in Diagon Alley, but then most of us traveled to Hogwarts to protect against a possible Malfoy attack. She was left unguarded and attacked."

Harry and Ron were back at Hogwarts, sitting at the Gryffindor table. It had been rained all night.

"Happy 16th Birthday, Ginny!" said Hermione. "Here's your present. It's a book about your favorite Quidditch team, the Puddlemere United."

"Oh no!" Ron groaned. "Harry and I forgot to buy a gift in Hogsmeade."

"You forgot your own sister's birthday?" asked Ginny, a little annoyed.

"We were on our way to buying it when the Dementors attacked," said Harry.

"And just because Potter and the Weasel forgot your birthday," said Draco as he approached the Gryffindor table, "doesn't mean that I did." He handed Ginny a small black box.

“What is it?” Ginny asked.

“It’s a present, Ginny.”

Ginny took the small rectangular box from his hands and sat down. She slowly opened the box, which she had deduced to be a jewelry box, gaping at the beautiful gift. It was a necklace, and an exquisite one at that.

"Malfoy men give their women only the best gifts," said Draco.

"And Malfoy men had better stay the heck away from my sister!" said Ron angrily.

"You don't want to start another row," said Hermione.

But Ron and Malfoy stared at each other all the way to the greenhouse. Fortunately, it wasn’t raining anymore.

In Herbology class, Bill lectured on the cinquefoil, a five-fingered grass. But Harry was not listening. Instead he was focusing on his plan. He knew that Voldemort must have the Torch, not Marla Hedwig, because Voldemort had obviously used the Dementors as a distraction. He remembered from Christmas how Mark Evans had said that he would make sure that Voldemort would get the Torch back.

So all he would have to do is dream about Voldemort and he'd know the exact location of the Green Flame Torch. He hadn't been dreaming about Voldemort lately as he was improving in Occlumency. But today, in Occlumency class, he planned on intentionally not trying to block his mind.

At lunch, Hermione was discussing with Ginny plans about her Sweet 16 party, which would be another huge party in the Gryffindor common room. As Harry walked past the Slytherin table after lunch, he couldn't resist confronting Mark Evans.

"Mark Evans!" Harry yelled at him. "I know you're somehow responsible for the Torch falling into Voldemort's hands!"

"I don't -- I don't know what you're talking about!" Mark stammered.

Harry began to strangle Mark, but Snape intervened.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. And I do believe that it is time for Occlumency, and of course I'll be doing Legilimency on you today."

So Harry followed Snape to the dungeon. For once, Harry was glad that Snape would be performing Legilimency on him, since he would be able to put his plan in action.

"One, two, three, Legilimens!" said Snape. And then many images were running through Harry's mind.

"Good night, Harry, Ronald," said Luna. Harry realized that he was seeing visions of Valentine's Day. He saw Ron and himself walking from Ravenclaw Tower to Gryffindor Tower, when Ron saw the Fat Lady.

"Fire and Ice!" said Ron, and the Fat Lady swung open.

"I'm glad you two are all right," said Hermione, but then the images suddenly switched to Voldemort. He was speaking to Death Eater Lucius Malfoy.

"...and I have already told your son last weekend that he is to attack Potter and his Gryffindor friends Sunday at midnight. The other Hogwarts recruits will aid him."

"I'm sure that he will be successful," Lucius reassured his master.

"Potter!" said Snape, and Harry was lying on the cold ground, his scar blazing. He could not get up or speak.

Snape addressed the class. "What did Potter do wrong there? Yes, Miss Parkinson?"

"He allowed everyone to learn the password to his Common Room."

"Yes," said Snape.

"And," said Draco, "he allowed the Dark Lord to see into his thoughts again."

"Very good, Malfoy," said Snape. "And I'll take another fifteen points from Gryffindor for Potter's failure to block his mind."

The class ended, and everyone left except Ron and Hermione. Hermione used the spell "Wingardium Leviosa" to lift Harry and take him to Madam Pomfrey, where he remained unconscious.

It was Valentine's Day, the day of the Hogsmeade weekend. Harry and Ron dressed themselves quickly and arrived in the common room.

"Let's hurry and get to the entrance hall before the queue gets too long," said Ron.

"Okay," said Hermione, who was wearing a rather formal white dress, "but first I have to go to Ravenclaw Tower."

"How come?" asked Harry.

"To meet my date," she told the boys.

"You've got a date?" said Ron, aghast. "With whom?"

"With me," came the voice of Head Boy Eddie Carmichael. "I asked her out last month and she agreed. And now," Eddie added sternly, "I suggest that you leave us alone, or I shall give you detention." And with that, Eddie and Hermione headed for the Great Hall.

"Don't just stand there, Harry," said Ron angrily. "Find me a date!"

"Ron, what happened to you?" asked Harry, bewildered. "I thought you said that you didn't care about having a date."

"Yeah, but that was before Herm -- never mind. Just start looking!"

Because it was already Valentine's Day, naturally everyone already had dates. Ron and Harry stood by the Entrance Hall as everyone was leaving, hoping to find someone who was still single.

"'What about Padma?' Harry suggested. "She might give you another go."

"Ha ha," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Padma's going with Anthony. Try again."

"That's a bit weird, though, isn't it?" said Ron, looking skeptical. "Going out with one sister and then taking out the other?"

"Ron, you went to the Yule Ball with Padma two years ago," Harry said. "I'm sure neither of them would care."

"Yeah, all right then," Ron said, resigning himself to asking Parvati. But Ron was unsuccessful with Parvati, as she had already secured a date with Terry Boot, the Ravenclaw Keeper.

Then Harry thought back to the previous summer, when he had promised Luna Lovegood he would set her up with Ron. "What about Luna?"

"Not on your life," said Ron firmly.

They were silent for a moment. "Right," said Harry. "How about Lavender?"

"Fine, except she's Seamus's girlfriend," said Ron, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, right. Hannah Abbott?"

"She's with Ernie."

"Eloise Midgen?"

"Her nose is crooked!"

"There HAS to be a girl around for you to go with," said Harry finally.

They walked outside, about to give up. Luna Lovegood floated dreamily toward him.

"Oh, hello, Ronald," she said in that slow voice of hers.

"Uh, hi," he said uncomfortably.

"I heard you don't have a date for the Halloween ball," Luna said.

'Uh, no, I don't,' Ron said, picking up his pace and looking around desperately for someone, anyone, to get him away from her.

"Well, I don't, either," Luna said. "Let's go together, shall we?"

For a whole minute she simply looked at him expectantly, and he said nothing.

"Ronald, you haven't answered my question," she pressed.

"Uh, okay," he said. "Yeah. I'll...I'll go with you."

"Ooh, Ronald!" she cried, and she twirled around three times before throwing her arms around him and kissing him wetly on the cheek. "We'll have so much fun!"

Harry was glad that he had finally kept up his promise, and was unconcerned that he was dateless. He learned that even Crabbe and Goyle had somehow managed to secure dates. They were following Malfoy, who, of course, was with Ginny. After seeing the Slytherin trio with dates, Harry felt a sudden urge to find a date. He looked back at the queue leaving Hogwarts and happened to see Susan Bones.

"Go ask her," said Ron. "I know she has a crush on you, ever since she saw you produce that Patronus."

Harry reluctantly asked Susan out. "I thought you'd never ask," said Susan smiling.

"Now then, we both have dates," said Harry. "So where do we go from here?"

"To find Hermione and that git Eddie!" said Ron resolutely.

"And where exactly would she be?" asked Harry.

"At Madame Puddifoots, of course," said Ron. "That's where everyone who's got a date goes on Valentine's Day."

Of course, Harry was instantly reminded of Cho. In order not to think about her as they were leaving Hogwarts, he stared at the Quidditch pitch.

"Ron," said Harry, "I'm surprised that Katie didn't schedule Quidditch practice today."

"Of course not," said Ron. "That's because she has a date today with -- you won't believe this -- Neville!"

Harry was a bit taken back. "Oh well, we don't play Ravenclaw until March."

"That's right," said Susan. "But we play Slytherin in about a week. That's why our team is practicing on the pitch now. Hi Zack!" she waved to her housemate.

"Too bad it weren't Slytherin practicing now," Ron commented dryly. "Then Malfoy would be looking for the Snitch and not my sister."

Harry, Susan, Ron, and Luna entered Madam Puddifoots, which, naturally, was filled with Hogwarts students. They squeezed in and managed to find a table for four across the way from where Eddie and Hermione were seated. The restaurant itself was magnificently decorated. A hundred angels were floating above.

"I hope the Slytherins won't laugh at me for showing up with Loony Lovegood," Ron whispered to Harry.

"They won't," said Harry. "None of them are here, and neither is Ginny."

But they did see Bill, acting for now as Herbology professor, with his fiancee Fleur. Ron watched Fleur for a few moments.

"She's very beautiful, yes," said Luna in a serene voice. "She looks very happy with your brother."

"What?" said Ron, as if being awoken from a reverie. "Right, yeah. She and Bill are pretty serious, I think."

Ron looked around the room and saw that the boys weren't the only ones looking at Fleur Delacour. Dozens of girls were staring daggers at her, clearly furious that their dates were paying more attention to Professor Weasley's girlfriend than to them.

Harry and Susan were both smiling and looked like they were having fun, and Ron quickly shifted his attention to finding Hermione. He spotted her across the room as Eddie's hand traveled lazily across her back.

"I wish I could break all the Head Boy's fingers," Ron whispered to Harry. Then he turned to Luna. "Wanna hold hands?" Before she could answer he gripped her hand.

Half an hour later, Eddie and Hermione had embraced. "I feel like punching him!" he said aloud. "Never mind, let's get out of here. I need to buy Ginny a birthday gift."

"When's her birthday?" asked Harry.

"On Tuesday," said Luna.

So the four of them headed outside. But then they were horrified at what they saw.

"Dementors!" yelled Ron. "It's an attack on Hogsmeade!"

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry, Ron, and Susan said together. Harry's stag, Ron's weasel, and Susan's badger were enough to overpower the Dementors.

"Harry," said Remus Lupin, running towards him. "Good job with the Patronuses. But now you must report to Order of the Phoenix headquarters."

Harry was wondering, had the Dementors kissed anyone?

"Where is --" Ron began.

"The Order is at the same place it was at Christmas," Remus said quickly. "Hurry now, all four of you."

"But what about Herm --"

"All the other students have been sent back to Hogwarts. Now no more questions and just follow me."

So Harry, Susan, Ron, and Luna headed for McGonagall's house. Moody stood guard at the door, eyeing Susan suspiciously.

"No, she's not a Death Eater," said Harry before Moody could ask. "This is Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff --"

"Bones, you say," said Moody seriously. "Then come on in. Dumbledore expects you."

"Dumbledore?" asked Susan to herself. "What could he want with me."

The four of them sat with all of the Hogwarts Order members. Then the headmaster began to speak.

"I have some good news and some bad news to tell you. First, the good news is that Harry and his friends successfully protected the Hogwarts students and the residents of Hogsmeade. The bad news is that, while Aurors were arriving on the scene, back at the Ministry, Marla Hedwig has used the Green Flame Torch against another victim."

"It's not my Dad, is it?" asked Ron quietly.

"No, it is not," said Dumbledore. Then he turned to Susan. "Miss Bones, I regret to inform you that your aunt is Hedwig's latest victim."

"I'LL GET THAT OWL FOR THIS!" Susan yelled immediately.

"I agree, Sue!" said Harry. "I'll find that owl, get that Torch, and bring both your auntie and Sirius back to life!"

"But how will you do that?" asked Ron.

Then suddenly, Harry had an idea.

In History of Magic, Professor Tonks handed back some essays. Harry got an "E," which was his highest mark in History ever.

"Yay!" Hermione said. "Another 'O' to add to my record! Glad you liked my paper!" For she had borrowed Ron's quill again.

"Today," Tonks announced, "we are going to have a special guest, or should I say, ghost today."

"Not Binns again," Neville complained.

"No," Tonks reassured him. "It is Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, also known to most Gryffindors as Nearly Headless Nick."

"Hello, class," said Nick as his spirit floated around the classroom. After a short introduction he began his story.

"I was a wizard who died in a botched execution on October 31, 1492. I was hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe, but a half-inch of skin and sinew remained connecting my head to the rest of my body. I am wearing a doublet, a dashing plumed hat, and a tunic with a ruff to hide the fact that my head is nearly severed. Now I am the resident ghost of Gryffindor House and is always helpful to Gryffindor students."

He entertained the class by by reenacting his own botched beheading, much to the pleasure of the students, who began to laugh.

Then there was a Quidditch practice, from which Ginny was conspicuously absent.

"I wonder where she may be," said Harry.

"I'll tell you where she is," said Ron. "Hanging out with that jerk Malfoy and his alleged 'potions tutoring.'"

"Good thing we have a backup Chaser," said Katie Bell. So second-year student Tarra Rath ended up practicing in place of Ginny.