Camille's POV

I'm now fifteen weeks pregnant. Last weekend Sirius and I found our we're having a little girl like we hoped we would. We've narrowed the names to Aurora Lily Hope Black, Carina Lily Hope Black or Odette Lily Hope Black. We haven't been able to decide yet though. Remus likes the name Aurora and I like Carina and Sirius likes Odette.

Anyway I'm planning a visit to my parents house after exams to tell them about the baby. Remus suggested I just owl them. But I wanted o tell them in person. As well as tell them the truth about Sirius.

"But I want to go" Sirius whines.

"Sirius, the security has doubled since your little stint nine weeks ago" I remind him.

"But you fainted last time" he states.

"Yes and Remus was there along with Madame Pomfrey. I was working to hard and stressing. But I'm fine now and will stress less knowing you're here safe" I tell him. He sighs as he sits on the bed. I peck him on the lips. "Besides I'll be recording the whole thing" I assure him.

"Just becareful" he tells me.

"I will be" I assure him as Remus appears.

"Time to head to the pitch" he states. "We'll see you after the match Sirius" he adds.

"Just keep a close eye on her Moony" Sirius tells him. Remus nods his head and gives him a man hug. I then hug Sirius kissing him. He rubs my bump and smiles. Before kissing it. "Be good for your mother, our little star" he says. I silently aw and kiss him again.

"Ok you love birds enough" Remus tells us. "We really have to go or we'll be late" he tells me.

"He's right, I love you" I tell Sirius.

"And I love you both" he tells me. I then leave with Remus. We went through the tunnel and exited it. Before walking to the pitch together. When we arrive Sprout and McGonagall wave us over.

"So what's the verdict?" McGonagall asks me curious.

"Is it a boy or girl?" Sprout asks.

"A little girl, still haven't settled on a name yet though" I tell them.

"We have to plan your baby shower" Sprout states.

"We'll worry about that later, lets just enjoy the match" I tell them. They agree as the match begins. The final match of the season Gryffindor VS Slytherin. Gryffindor will only win the cup if Harry catches the snitch when they're fifty or more points up. Otherwise they'll win the match, but lose the quidditch cup.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no -- Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field -- WHAM! -- nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by -- Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina -- nice swerve around Montague -- duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!¨C SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!" Lee announces.

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight. When Flint smashes into her, making her shout in pain. "Sorry, didn't see her!" he lies as the majority of the crowd boo him.

"Something tells me Slytherin will be cheating more then usual" Remus says.

"Not surprising" I tell him. Just then Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed. "Seriously" I whine and Remus chuckles.

"That will do!" Hooch shouts after blowing her whistle.

"Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!" she snaps.

"Come off it, Miss!" Fred howls as Alicia flew forward to take the penalty for Gryffindor. She manages to score a goal. Making it twenty to zero Gryffindor. Flint took the penalty for his team and failed to get past Oliver. The match continues on.

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Lee shouts.

Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle had grabbed her head. Katie cart-wheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle. "Definitely deliberate" I state and Remus nods his head in agreement.

Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper. "THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING..." Lee starts to rant.

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way..." McGonagall starts to say.

"I'm telling it like it is, Professor" he tells her as the match continues. Suddenly Harry pulled his Firebolt around and sped off toward the Slytherin end of the pitch. Malfoy went haring after him, clearly thinking Harry had seen the Snitch there.

"What an idiot" I say giggling. Suddenly one of the Bludgers came streaking past Harry's right ear, hit by the gigantic Slytherin Beater, Derrick. Then the second Bludger grazed Harry's elbow. The other Beater, Bole, was closing in. Harry turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch. Serves them right.

"Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts" Lee announces. We all watch closely.

Flint managed to score a goal past Oliver. There was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end. While Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him. "Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession" he says as he carries on with the commentary.

It turned into the dirtiest game I've ever seen Harry play. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger. George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor.Then Katie scored making it fifty - ten to Gryffindor.

Soon the score was seventy - ten gryffindor. When Harry spots the snitch. He went after it. But Malfoy grabbed onto the end of his broom. Slowing him down. It awarded Gryffindor another penalty, but Harry lost sight of the snitch. Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights. Scoring another goal for their team.

But it mattered not. Because Harry didn't let Malfoy anywhere near the snitch. And when the score was eighty - twenty to Gryffindor. Harry spotted the snitch again and managed to catch it. Winning the match and the quidditch cup for his team. "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" the gryffindor chasers cheer.

"Lily and James would be very proud, especially James" Remus states.

"They would be" I agree. After eight years, the Quidditch Cup has finally returned to Gryffindor. No doubt the Gryffindors will be partying the next few days. Remus and I left. We told Sirius of the match and he was so proud of Harry. Remus and I stayed until w had to go to dinner.

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Picture above of Harry holding the Quidditch Cup and picture on external link of the Hogwarts Inter-house Quidditch Cup.