Trade Mistakes

“Professor McGonagall, do you know how I can see Professor Dumbledore?” Trinity asked the Deputy Headmistress/Transfiguration professor. She had left Ginny by the front doors of the castle, telling her that she had some homework to finish by tomorrow morning. She had felt bad for telling her friend a white lie but Ginny would be curious to what she wanted to see Dumbledore for and Trinity didn't have the energy to tell her. From there, Trinity sought out Professor McGonagall. She figured that McGonagall was Dumbledore’s right hand woman and would help her find a way to see him.

“Did he say you could see him?” McGonagall questioned her with her eyes narrowed. Trinity thought about it for a second, remembering what Dumbledore had told her weeks ago.

“Er--He told me I was welcome to come see him anytime.” She told McGonagall. Trinity clenched her hands together, hoping she would just let her go see the Headmaster. It was quiet in her classroom since everyone was either in their common rooms, the library, or the Great Hall. Feeling her stomach churn slightly, Trinity, in her thoughts, cursed Harry for making practice run until dinner.

“I’m afraid you cannot do that tonight Miss. Diggory. The Headmaster is very busy, especially with the poisoning of Katie Bell. I’m sorry, maybe another night?” The sharpness in McGonagall’s voice made Trinity jump out of her skin. She felt disappointed as she turned around and began to head toward the classroom door. Crossing her arms, she couldn’t help but feel a little angry. She respected her but McGonagall hadn’t even tried to help her see Dumbledore.

Trinity trudged to the Gryffindor tower in silence. It was eight o’clock and she didn’t want to get caught by Filch and his damn cat. She tiptoed up the stairs, hopping over the trick step. Finally, she approached the portrait of the Fat Lady after what seemed like hours.

Trinity got to the plump woman who offered her a kind smile as passed through. She had heard the lady murmur to the portrait beside her that Trinity was a sweet girl. A grin crept across the girl’s face as she went upstairs to the lavatory to clean up before bed.

“What took you so long?” She heard Ginny demand when Trinity stepped into the dormitory, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. The smile Trinity had held since she walked into the room faded. Looking over at her friend, she realized that Ginny was lying on her bed, head in her hands. Trinity ventured closer to her best friend and heard a sob escape her throat.

“What happened?” Trinity asked her friend cautiously. Ginny glanced up at her through swollen eyes. Tears were falling freely down her face and it made Trinity upset to see her friend like this. Ginny was usually the strong one, the one that nobody pushed around, the one that rarely got worked up over something. This must be huge.

“That bloody prat of a brother I have freaked out when he found Dean and me snogging after Quidditch practice. I can’t remember everything he said but he made me sound like a slag! I then told Ron that everyone else had been kissed except for him. I ran off, angry and embarrassed. Dean ran off before Ron really blew up but Harry was there throughout the whole rant.” Ginny recalled, pausing to let out a sob here or there. By the end of the story, Trinity was sitting on Ginny’s bed, holding her friend in her arms like a mother coddling her daughter.

“I doubt Harry agreed with Ron. He’s usually got a good head upon his shoulders.” Trinity replied, realizing Ginny wasn’t exactly upset about Ron blowing up on her. Ginny pulled back from her friend’s embrace and her eyes widened.

“You didn’t see the way he was looking at me. He looked so angry, like he was angry at me.” Ginny told Trinity, her voice trembling. Trinity smirked and shook her head. There was a theory in her head but she wasn’t about to tell Ginny yet. She needed to be sure, “What’s that smirk for? I was humiliated by my brother in front of the boy I lo-...” Ginny stopped there as a blush began to creep across her face and Trinity’s smirk grew into a grin.

“I knew it! I knew you still had feelings for him!” Trinity exclaimed before Ginny sighed heavily.

“Hermione told me to just be myself, that he would like me if I just acted like I did when he wasn’t around.” Ginny replied. Trinity smiled at her friend. Hermione was really smart.

“That’s the best advice you could’ve gotten.” She replied as she got into her own bed. Before Trinity was completely settled, she heard Ginny say from her bed.

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll break your neck.” That's the Ginny we know. Trinity thought with a smirk.



The first Quidditch match was in the first weekend of November and it happened to be Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The whole week before the game was horrid. The feud between both of the houses was worse than it had been all year long.

Trinity was sick of all the words being said back and forth. She wasn't much of a fighter but the Slytherins were beginning to get to her. Goyle, one of Malfoy’s goons who was chosen as the Slytherin Quidditch Captain this year, tripped her in the hall in front of Snape’s classroom. Though Professor Snape had seen the whole incident from inside his class, he didn’t take any points away from Goyle and instead took five away from her for being an insufferable klutz. She glared at Goyle, intent on cursing him once Snape was gone but Snape had noticed before leaving and five more were taken away.

Once the morning of the prolonged Quidditch game arrived, the nerves of everyone were jittery. Harry was trying to get Ron to eat something to calm him down while Trinity was just trying to stomach her breakfast. Neville was giving her words of encouragement while Ginny was talking to the Jimmy, Demelza, and Dean in hopes of getting them pumped. Their conversations were interrupted with a loud roar from the entrance to the Great Hall. All heads turned to see Luna Lovegood in a lion’s headdress that towered over her head. She beamed as headed over to the Gryffindor table.

“Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Trinity, and Neville.” She greeted them in her usual calm and serene voice. They all nodded and Trinity couldn’t help but look at the lion’s humongous face and gigantic mane that surrounded her face. It looked paper mache that was held together by some adhesive. Luna went to pull a rope that hung from the side of the lion and its mouth opened up to issue another loud roar. Everyone in the Great Hall covered their ears and glanced over at her angrily, especially the Slytherins.

Trinity scowled at them, happily ready to kick some Slytherin ass before the game, but her eyes fell upon a single blond haired, gray eyed boy. Unlike the other nasty Slytherins, he looked worried as he stared at the table where his green apple sat with only a bite taken out of it. Any other day, Trinity would’ve dismissed it but since the big Gryffindor/Slytherin match was starting soon, she expected him to be glaring at every Gryffindor entering the room. It struck her as odd.

Something was going on.

A exclaim from Hermione caused Trinity to look over at the trio as Ron drank his drink, looking more confident than before. She gave a puzzled look over to Neville and he just shrugged. Hermione looked horrified as she glared at Harry and watched as Ron got up from the table, heading toward the entrance to the hall. Ginny sent a worried glance to Trinity before standing up and following her brother.

“Come on, let’s go.” The girl announced as Harry, Jimmy, Demelza, Dean, and Trinity left Hermione, Neville, and Luna behind in the Great Hall. Looking over at the Slytherin table, Trinity noticed Draco staring at her. She met his eyes and for a quick second, felt what Draco was feeling. He was scared, lonely, and terrorized. By what, Trinity wasn’t sure of.



The snow that had fallen the night before glittered in the sun as they headed toward the pitch. The once green grass of the Quidditch pitch was covered in at least a foot of snow. Trinity felt herself shiver but as soon as put her uniform on, she felt warmth coursing through her whole body.

“McGonagall put a Charm on the uniforms to keep them warm.” Harry informed the team. They didn’t question it, just as long as they were able to fend the cold off while playing.

“Okay team, I know things may seem a little bleak since Goyle has been able to gather up a skilled team despite lacking Malfoy as Seeker.” Ginny was trying to pep up the team and thankfully, with Ron’s new attitude, they seemed to look on the brighter side of things.

Soon it was time to head out of the locker rooms and out onto the field. Harry led them out onto the snow covered pitch on their brooms. Trinity heard the applause from the Gryffindor sections and a loud roar from Luna’s headdress. She grinned. The feeling of being on her broom, showing the world what she could do, was amazing. She was thankful that Harry had given her this chance to play.

Soon Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game began. Trinity and Jimmy established themselves on either side of the oval pitch, watching out for their Chasers along with the other team’s Chasers and Beaters.

At one point, one of the Slytherin Chasers had the quaffle in their grasp and was flying directly toward Ron. Trinity flew after the boy, hoping a bludger would come her way. The only way to veer the young Chaser away from the goals was to hit him.

Suddenly, Demelza flew in undetected and knocked the quaffle out of the Chaser’s hands. It fell into Ginny’s hands after she had flown below the pair and flew off toward the Slytherin goals. For the first time since they had entered the pitch, Trinity heard the crowd going crazy. The Slytherin sections were booing while Gryffindor were screaming. The announcer, a boy she seen around but didn’t know his name, was jovial as he commentated on Ginny scoring a goal.

“Trinity!” She heard someone scream from the stands. She glanced over to find who had yelled out to her when she saw a bludger was coming straight toward her. Goyle had aimed it straight for her head. She veered out of the way just in time to smack the flying ball with all the muscle she could muster up. The bludger headed straight back toward Goyle. He was hit in the side and Trinity could hear him grunt.

Though Trinity wanted to know who had called her out, she continued to play and often had to hit a stray bludger away from Ginny, Demelza or Dean. The first two were doing great compared to the latter, who Trinity concluded, had no Quidditch skills. She made sure no bludgers hit Dean since he was new to the game. Demelza was expertly avoiding anything and anyone in her way like she had been playing Quidditch all her life. Ginny was having trouble throwing Goyle off of her tracks until Jimmy hit a bludger at him, making him swerve away and left Ginny unharmed.

What impressed Trinity the most was Ron’s progress as a Keeper. He was doing a superb job of keeping the quaffles out of Gryffindor’s three goals. There was more confidence there than before and Trinity was excited for the youngest Weasley boy.
“Trinity, look out!” She heard Harry yell from above her. She turned her head away from the Keeper just in time to see a bludger hit the back of her broom, making it dive into the Quidditch pitch. Trinity clenched her teeth as she tried pulling her broom up to fly upward. The broom evened out for a second before dipping down again.

Finally, Trinity just decided to let go of her broom. Either way, she was going to get hurt and falling on a fast moving broom to the ground seemed suicidal. The crowd gasped as she let go and began to freefall into the stadium. The faces of her team were shocked. Even the Slytherin team was surprised and watched the scene play out before them. Her broom flew past her toward the snow covered pitch and disappeared in the white blanket.

Trinity didn’t hear the broom hitting the ground but she knew it was broken and unreliable. A few seconds after the broom hit the snow; she whipped out her wand and boldly said Arresto Momento! Thankfully, her body stopped just in time to almost float upon the snow.

Her team flew down to see if she was alright but Madam Hooch waved them off, continuing the game as a stretcher came. Trinity muttered Finite , a counter curse to any spell or charm Oliver taught her a few summer's ago before he began working.

“I’m fine Madam Hooch.” Trinity protested when she got up off the snow. Madam Hooch didn't allow her to continue playing until she was thoroughly checked out in the hospital wing despite what she said. Trinity clamped her mouth shut after a few minutes, knowing that protesting will only make it worse for her.

When they had left the Quidditch pitch, Trinity heard the faint yelling of the announcer into the microphone.

“Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!” The loud roaring from the stadium rang in her ears and she let out her own congratulatory whoop to her team.