Losing My Grip

Losing My Grip

Jamie Potter laughed at her nephew and niece as they toddled around the camp site at the 2001 Quidditch World Cup in Australia. "Do you all remember what day it is?"

"The anniversary. Five years." Her sister, Hermione Krum, said. "I lost Ron, the Dark Lord was defeated, and that blasted locket got blasted."

Her twin brother, Harry Potter smiled. "Catch the Snitch, for Ron."

His wife, Gin, blew her nose, startling Matt, her son. "Why does my baby have look like his uncle?"

Suddenly, Harry looked at the back of Jamie's England Quidditch robe. "Thomas? So it's official, then? Dean finally popped the question?"

"No, I'm not sure that I love him anymore."

Are you aware of what you make we feel, baby?

Right now I feel invisible to you like I'm not real.

Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?

Why'd you turn away?

Here's what I have to say.

"He hasn't returned my owls about the match. I gave him a hug the last time I saw him, but he ignored me."

"Didn't he love you?" Hermione quizzed.

"That what I thought. Until he called me Ginny. I better go, the game's going to start soon." She ran back to stadium, in tears.

Am I just some chick you placed beside you to take somebody's place?

When you turn around can you recognize my face?

You used to love me.

You used to hug me.

But that wasn't the case.

Everything wasn't OK.

Oliver Wood, England's Keeper, smiled grimily. "I know. Just think of Ron."

"Yeah, like how much he wanted to kill Dean when he first dated Gin. Me too, now that I think about it. The fact that he hated Viktor's guts. Anything else?"

"You played for the Cuddly Canons, his favorite team."

"Chuddly Cannons, Oliver."

The whole England team circled around. "Let's go out there and beat those Bulgarians!" the Chasers screamed.

A voice of a man with a heavy Australian accent filled their ears with the names of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, ending in a very load "KRUM!"

"THE ENGLAND NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM! APPLEBEE! SMITH! BOOT! ZELLER! HARRIS! WOOD! POTTER!"

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Jamie beamed at her brother-in-law as she shook his hand. "You'll never live that one down, Viktor."

"Vat vas pathetic," Viktor sighed. "Losing to my vife's sister."

Dean Thomas, a tall black man, ran down the field. "Mr. Krum, if you will. A comment?"

Jamie looked at her ex-boyfriend. "Nice of you to join us, Dean. You left me alone out there. Not even a good luck. Journalism clouds every mind."

I was left to cry there.

Waiting outside there.

Grinning with a lost stare.

That's when I decided.

Dean looked like someone had poked him a cattle prod. "Baby, what are you getting at?"

"I vill be going now!" Viktor ran off, probably to Hermione and his daughter.

"Why should I care, Dean? You've been ignoring for past three months. When I've needed you the most."

Why should I care?

'Cause you weren't there when I was scared.

I was so alone.

"Baby, listen. I'm sorry. I've a lot to cover."

"Maybe you should listen. I'm going crazy without you. Do you care! NO!"

You need to listen.

I'm starting to trip.

I'm losing my grip.

And I'm in this thing alone.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I do care."

"Look at me, Dean. See this robe? 'Thomas'. I tired to tell you that when you where ready, I was. You didn't care enough to write back."

If you don't care, then I don't care.

We're not going any where.

"Baby, I..."

"For crying out loud, Dean, open your eyes! Are you sure you'd think I cared if I didn't write you for three months?" She cried loudly. "I want the truth!"

Crying out loud.

I'm crying out loud.

Crying out loud.

I'm crying out loud.

Open your eyes.

Open them wide.

"Baby, I know that you wouldn't believe me. I wanted everything to be perfect." Dean fell to his knees and pulled something from his pocket. "Open it."

Jamie took it from him. She opened it and stared blankly at the diamond ring. "Dean?"

"About time, huh? I knew that the final game was on the anniversary, but I wanted to make sure England was playing."

"Why'd you go away?"

"I was covering something in the States. I wasn't getting any mail."

Jamie cried big, wet tears. "Harry! Hermione! Ginny! You won't believe it!"

Her siblings, the Weasleys, and Viktor ran over. Mrs. Weasley began to cough. "Is that what I think it is?"

"What are Mum and Dad going to say?" Hermione squeaked. "They're going to freak!"

Harry smiled at Dean, happily. "Welcome to the family."

Jamie flushed. "And I thought you missed Ginny so badly that you were going to dump me. 'Mr. and Mrs. Dean Thomas.' Sounds cute."

"Potter-Thomas. I won't make you drop Potter, Baby."

"Just Thomas, Dean. It'll be just Thomas."