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Summary: Oliver Wood's career is ended because of an accident on the pitch during a match. He goes back to Hogwarts and takes over Madame Hooch's job of flight instructor and referee at Quidditch matches. His long time love, Sara Malcolm, comes back to Hogwarts with her Quidditch team upon the request of Dumbledore. Old flames are reignite and secrets will be reveled, but can they handle it again?

Sara returned to Hogwarts for a Quidditch match to help train the youngsters. She remembered her days at Hogwarts, in her sixth year becoming Hufflepuff's house Quidditch team Captain, She was never more happy or proud, except the births of her niece and nephew and of course being drafted by the Appleby Arrows. Sara remembered Professor Dumbledore and how Hogwarts was.

"Sara?" Her team mate gently took her arm and pulling off memory lane. "Are you ok? I though we lost you for a moment."

"You almost did," she joked flipping her long braid over her shoulder. She walked in and the student stared at the group. They guys were joking around about what it was like when they were here. Sara stayed quiet and kept her head down.

"Sara do you remember-"He stopped, "Never mind I forgot you were in Hufflepuff, sorry."

"Its ok, Tom." She smiled. Sara thought she saw the ghost of an old love. A young woman with long dark hair pressed to the wall by a dashing young man with beautiful brown eyes and brown hair,

"I think we've lost her again." Josh joked then realizing what she was thinking. "Sara, he's gone." He gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "Go ahead on guys, we'll catch up." He looked back at the young Chaser. She was only 24 and had seen so much already. "Sara you can't keep going back to what was, this is now. You are a star in Quidditch and Oliver is gone from your world. You watched what happened that match-"

"Please stop." Tears threatened to spill. "He is not dead so stop speaking as if he was! I should have gone to him instead of listening to you," hostility was in her voice and in her eyes, "I would have given up this life and worked anywhere to help him."

"Old love dies hard as I see," he sighed, "Sara your whole family has been on one Quidditch team or another. As you can see it is tradition and in a way you have broken that tradition as you being a woman, please don't give it up over a man."

"You know my nephew asked me why I still play Quidditch and why I am not with Oliver. And for the first time I couldn't answer his question and you know what he said?"

"Tom picked at his nails annoyed with the conversation," no."

"He said it didn't seem right, why would anyone in there right mind choose money over love. I was so in love with him that I couldn't walk straight when I was a student here and I just watched as his career was taken from him, I should have stood up to you and I didn't, BLOODY HELL!" Her fists where clenched tightly by her sides.

"I see young Sara Malcolm had returned to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said appearing in the hall way. "Come to cause some more troubles?"

"Professor," Sara went back to the sweet girl she was in school.

"It is Albus now, your no longer in school." He gave a hearty laugh before embracing her. "I must admit that the Quidditch matches have been quite boring with out your antics."

"Thank you sir," she smiled half heartedly. She remembered how she and Oliver would be hams on the pitch. She soon composed herself enough to look at him again. "I just can't imagine it has been that boring has it?"

"You would be surprised, it makes my heart warm knowing that you could come and help with out Quidditch students."

"It was our pleasure Albus," Tom stated, "I would love to sit here and chat but the team and myself are very hungry."

"You're in luck Tom," he said a little annoyed with Tom's tone. "Dinner has been set up for you and your team." He took Sara's arm and led them into the great hall. It didn't seem a grand and magical as it once did, in fact it seemed smaller and duller. Sara sighed knowing things will always be different. She had so many talent, potions, charms, and dueling. She had an offer to join a dueling team and even work for the ministry. But instead she decided to play Quidditch. "Don't look so glum Sara, things always change as people get older that is just part of the fun and experience."

"I guess so," Sarah smiled before she took her seat at the table with the team. The students came in and took their seats.

"I have an announcement to make," he stood before the school with a smile. "We have the honor of hosting the Appleby Arrows." Every one clapped, "They will be working with the Quidditch teams and the fight classes to further better your education of Quidditch. Thank you and let the feast begin."

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Oliver looked up at the name Appleby Arrows, "That is Sara's team is it not?"

Professor McGonagall nodded in response, "I believe she is still with them. She was one to carry on a tradition as well as breaking it. She was full of fire when she was here, she could have had a wonderful life and a nice job. But she chose Quidditch over it all."

"If you have ever played the game you'd know what the addition was," he smiled. "There she is," he whispered when he was that dark red hair and bright blue eyes.

"So why don't you go talk to her."

"She didn't even write when she found out about the accident. Why would she want to see me now?" He sighed, "It isn't worth it anymore."

next day

Sara stood with Tom, he was complaining about the weather or something. "I had forgotten this wonderful weather all together. How did I get talked into this?"

"I don't remember," Sara said annoyed, "I didn't take the bloody owl!" she sat down on the grass and watched the clouds over head. She wanted to disappear into her own thoughts and memories not to teach the students. She wasn't looking forward to seeing Madame Hooch either. "Why am I even here?"

"I don't know what goes on in your head let alone my own."

"Tom I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself." She sat up to see the first class coming over.

"Smile darling."

"Call me that one more time and I will make you wish-" Sara stopped when she saw Oliver leading the group. "Oliver?" She was surprised.

"Surprised?" He asked in a nasty tone. "Well you should be seeing as how you've forgotten all about me." He smiled at his class. "Wouldn't you like to learn about Quidditch from the experts?" The class nodded eagerly and Oliver passed them off on the team. "Have fun." And with that he left. They taught all the classes that day with out Oliver.

"Have I ever told you that I hate Quidditch classes?" She laid face down on her bed. Tom looked around at the room.

"So this is what its like to be a teacher here, huh?"

"Why are you going to make a career change and leave me alone?" She asked propping herself up on her elbows.

"No," he answered shortly before coming to sit next to her, "You know you're beautiful when you've done a hard days playing of Quidditch."

"Tom, I'm not going to sleep with you so get over it!" Sara pushed him off of her bed. "Go away!" She yelled getting pissed.

"Or what?"

"I'll let the bluggers out." Memories of the last time she threatened that came rushing back. Tom scrambled out before Sara could say anymore.

Sara didn't go to dinner that night; instead she took a bath and walked around the school. She stopped by the library where she and Oliver shared their first kiss. Sara wished she could go back to a simpler time when all they needed was each other. There was never a need for money or expensive things, just love. She remembered when he sunk her into this room and locked the door for an afternoon during their last year. There were plans of a wedding when they got enough money. He would go play for the Puddlemere United and she would go work at the ministry or something. Funny how things never really work out the way you planned them.

Sara walked out to the bridge to find Oliver. "I come here a lot to let my mind wonder."

"And what does your mind wonder to?" Sara asked coming to stand next to him, she puller her jacket closer around her.

"You," he looked at her. "I wonder why you never took the time to come and see me or even write to me after the accident." He sighed, "I know it doesn't matter anymore because you are better than me, you've worked you way up in the ranks and I failed and became the new flight teacher at Hogwarts."

"Oliver-"

"Don't say anything, you don't have to, I understand. You and Tom are perfect."

"Me and Tom?! Are you crazy?" Sara pulled away, "I can't believe you would think such a thing!"

"What else was-"

"You are pathetic!" Her American side was coming as it did when she was pissed. "Oliver Wood I wish I never came to Hogwarts!" She began to walk away.

"Why because you met me?"

"YES!" She screamed before running off. Oliver smiled to himself, she hadn't changed one bit. She was the same hot-headed American underneath the cool and collective English Quidditch player. Oliver felt himself falling for her all over again.