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AN: This is written for Season 8 of the Quidditch League Fanfiction competition. For the sake of convenience, I shall place ALL of my entries here.

AN2: All prompts are in italics, assuming fanfiction doesn't make a mess of it.

Parvati frowned as she stared at her sister in disbelief.

"Hopeful?" she said as all around them their fellow defenders prepared for the attack. "You're hopeful?"

"Yes," Padma said with a slight shrug. "I'm hopeful."

"You do know what we're facing here? What we're up against?"

"We're facing possibly the most powerful dark wizard and his terrifying allies. The kind who are used to scare young children into submission. I AM the Ravenclaw one out of the two of us you know," Padma said with a touch of sarcasm. Parvati just stared in disbelief.

"Then you know just how f-" she paused before she said something unladylike. "We're in serious trouble. You-Know-Who is out there and we're depending on Harry Potter to save us."

"You make it sound like we're going to die here," Padma said and Parvati sighed.

"No, but...Harry isn't Merlin. He's just an ordinary wizard…"

"How many times has Harry managed to survive against You-Know-Who and his allies?" Padma asked and Parvati frowned.

"I don't-"

"Think about it Parvati. How many times?"

"Well there was his first year…" she paused and frowned. "But nobody really knows what happened down there. At least not the full story. Half the school seemed to think that he had faced an army of Death Eaters down there. Some think that it was Professor Quirrel trying to steal the Philosophers Stone. At least that's what most sensible people think. Some people are even dumb enough to think that it was a prank that had gone wrong," she paused and shook her head. "But nobody knows, do they? Not really anyway. We know he stopped You-Know-Who, but we don't know how."

"Except for Harry, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione and whoever he was facing down there anyway," Padma pointed out and Parvati shook her head.

"Well yeah. But we had Dumbledore and...well nobody really KNOWS. At least, not for certain. Not outside those people."

"We didn't have Dumbledore when he went down into the Chamber of Secrets," Padma pointed out.

"Well no…" Parvati admitted. "But that was just the Heir of Slytherin. Nobody really knows who it was. Apparently it was Ginny Weasley under an enchanted object or something."

"A very enchanted object from You-Know-Who himself. Or at least one of his allies. And then there was the monster that dwelt within," Padma pointed out and Parvati sighed.

"Yes, that one was impressive," Parvati said. "They say that the Sword of Gryffindor came to his aid. That it came to his aid. Who knows what kind of powers that thing has?"

"A sword can't do anything on it's own Parv," Padma pointed out and Parvati raised an eyebrow.

"Can't it?" Parvati asked. "It's the Sword of Gryffindor. That man was one of the four Founders. Who knows what kind of powers it has."

"I doubt those include miracles Parvati," Padma said with a sigh.

"Then there was that business in the third year. Something about the Dementors attacking Harry and his friends and a miracle stepping in to save them or two Harry's or his father or something," Parvati said, before shaking her head. "And then Sirius Black was exhonerated after that fiasco at the Ministry and wasn't there something about Ron Weasley's rat? Never can seem to get a straight answer about that. It's just a confused mess."

"He definitely pulled off something special then," Padma said with a smile. "We're about to go to war," she gestured in the general direction of Voldemort's forces "and we have Harry Potter on our side."

"I thought I was supposed to be the brave Gryffindor, ready to go out in a blaze of glory," Parvati said and Padma sighed.

"I'm not being brave. I'm being smart. Harry is capable, powerful and has a long track record of success against You-Know-Who. Besides, we've spent the past few years getting ready to go to war. We joined Dumbledore's Army so we'd learn to fight."

"And not die in a blaze of glory," Parvati pointed out and Padma laughed.

"Dying in a blaze of glory is more something your house does, not mine," she replied before continuing. "Harry beat him in an outright duel in his FOURTH YEAR," Padma said with a smile. "Not to mention that his friends and him managed to take on a bunch of Death Eaters in our fifth and sixth years. And win. So we know that his training was good."

"Yeah, but they also got lucky. They didn't have to face this many dark wizards at once and they got saved by more experienced wizards," Parvati said, before shaking her head. "And Hermione spent the rest of term in the Hospital Wing. I even heard rumours that her injuries stayed with her and she still has the marks hidden from view."

"Hey, they survived. And stopped You-Know-Who from getting what he wanted," Padma said. "I would say that they won there."


"And it's been nearly two years since then. Think how much better they've gotten since then."

"Well…" Parvati frowned. "I'm still not sure. Personally I thinkl that we're all going to die here in a blaze of glory. Or at least most of us. And one day in the future, someone will finish the job. Maybe even an older, wiser Harry Potter."

"Well I'm hopeful. You've seen how successful Harry has been against You-Know-Who and his minions and all kinds of dark creatures. I would say that Harry is almost certinly going to win this time as well," Padma said and Parvati raised an eyebrow.

"It's a bit harder to believe when I see him rushing to finish his homework at the last minute and needing Hermione to help him polish his essays. Or watch him giggling in class about something Professor Trelawney has said," Parvati paused and frowned. "You would think that someone who gets called the Chosen One would take knowledge of the future more seriously."

"He can certainly fight," Padma pointed out. "He's probably a better fighter than anyone else in our year."

"I know, I know," Parvati said shaking her head. "It's why he was teaching us in our fifth year. But it's hard to see someone as powerful when you see him being...well a normal boy. Stupid jokes, silly games, that sort of thing."

"Even Dumbledore probably did those kind of things," Padma said. "And Merlin. And pretty much every great witch or wizard to ever exist."

"It just seems so normal," Parvati said with a shrug. The night sky lit up as spells began to fly towards the castle. "Well, now we're going to see whether you were right to be hopeful, or I was right expecting us to die in a blaze of glory."

"Just...don't die Parvati. Please?" Padma asked and Parvati nodded.

"I'll try not to. But you have to promise the same. I'm supposed to be the Gryffindor, not you."

Padma nodded as the battle began in full.