Prologue

'Oh, come on, Jack! You can't deny that, that was the most amazing feint you have ever witnessed!' I shouted, as a threw the quaffle through the air towards him. He caught it with ease. 'Did you actually see the spin he put on that quaffle! Has to be goal of the season. Just has to be.' I reminisced the shot Jonathan Bailey of the London Wasps scored, just the day before, in the match we went to see against the Holyhead Harpies. It was beautiful. Pure beaut. I replayed it over again, wondering how on earth he got the quaffle to move like that. Wondering if I would ever score a shot like that. Wondering –

Thunk.

'Ahh; Jesus!' I said clutching my head, where I'd just been hit by the quaffle. 'What the hell did you do that for?' I sent my elder brother a glare. He didn't exactly throw it gently at me. 'That bloody hurt, you stupid git!'

'Not my fault you were too busy fantasizing about that bloody goal! That's all you've talked about since yesterday! 'Jonathan Bailey this. Jonathan Bailey that. Pure beauty of a shot. Beautiful. Amazing.' Honestly, I'm getting a bit sick of it, Tori. Yeah, I agree it was an amazing shot, and I know you're obsessed with quidditch, but could you talk about something else for a change?' He asked, with a small, hopeful smile dawned upon his face.

I stared at him. Talk about something else? What else is there to talk about? The weather? I knew I was obsessed with quidditch. I mean, I've been playing it for about nine years now. But you'd think my own family wouldn't get sick of hearing me talk about it. Even my own brother! Who was Gryffindor quidditch captain in his day at Hogwarts, just told me to stop talking about quidditch. Sure, he doesn't play it competitively anymore – which was a big let down. All the big clubs wanted to sign Jack Hunter, Beater extraordinaire. But he shocked them all by becoming a Healer. Even I thought it was a waste of his talent at the time, but now, after I've seen him at work in St. Mungo's, I know he loves it. Even more than quidditch... now, I still think that is a bit weird.

'JACK! VICTORIA! LUNCH IS ON THE TABLE!' Mother's voice came ringing from the back door. I could see her standing just outside the door, from where we were hovering on the pitch. She waved us in, before retreating inside the house.

I saw Jack glance at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. 'Race you?'

I narrowed my eyes competitively, and smirked. 'You're on, big bro. Get ready to eat my tailwind,' I said confidently, turning my broom to face in the direction of the house.

'Ready ..'

'Set ..'

'GO!'

We both sped off towards the house. Being siblings, we were going to be about the same standard at flying. And that happened to be a pretty good standard. Hunter's are renowned for being good fliers. Not that I brag about it, of course. No, seriously, I don't. Just because I come from a quidditch family doesn't mean I should be the best. But right now, I wanted to be. Just beating Jack at a moderately competitive race would be amazing. Just because he's stopped playing, doesn't mean he's lost that amazing skill he had when he was at Hogwarts.

We were neck in neck. Equal. Both of us concentrating on the one thing. Winning. We swerved around the hedges at the back of the garden. The wind was picking up; it was harder to maintain the speed. But we kept going. The best part was coming. On the patio, there was an archway. The winner always made it through the archway first, that was what determined the win. We sped over mother's vegetable patch. Then the flower beds. Then there was the fountain. We split up, one at either side. I leaned forward, willing my broom to go faster. I was ahead, but only by a whisker. I glanced back, Jack was right on my tail. I glanced back towards the archway, it getting closer. Suddenly I felt a tug on my broom. I lost my balance slightly and veered off course, cursing at my brother. That cheat! I swung my broom around and accelerated back towards the arch. He was nearly there. But after that foul move, I was determined not to let him win. I didn't care if we crashed or not. He was not winning. I was getting close, so I shut my eyes tight and waited for the collision.

We collided, at what some would call, a great speed. We flew through the side of the wicker archway in a tangle of limbs and brooms, before landing on the spongy, green grass below us.

'You cheat! You pulled on my broom!' I shouted, from underneath him. I made sure and kicked him for good measure. 'That clearly declares that I won. Since when does a Hunter ever cheat!' I shoved him off me, glaring at him. I got to my feet, and looked down disgustedly at the grass stains on my clothes. He was laughing. Laughing.

'A Hunter doesn't cheat? I clearly remember you punching that Slytherin in the middle of a match once, and if that's not cheating, I don't know what is –'

'That was different! He deserved it!'

'So he deserved a black eye just because he was beating you with the quaffle every time?'

'He was not beating me every time! He was being a foul, dirty scumbag!'

'I think you were just pissed, because everyone was expecting you to be flying rings around him, because you were the 'Baby Hunter' and were bound to have the same skill as the rest of your family. Thing was, what annoyed you was that you weren't being allowed to show off.'

I scowled at him. That was so not true. He doesn't know how hard it is to try and live up to expectations. 'That's harsh, Jack. It was hard being a second year on the team! Especially when you were the captain! I had to try and match your pace and skill, because everyone was expecting me to be amazing – just like you!'

'Nobody was expecting you to be as good as me – '

'Yes, they were! Even you were! I could see it. God, you're just as bad as that Oliver – bloody – Wood! Thinking you were all so much better than everyone else. I'm actually glad you gave quidditch up, it means I wouldn't still be competing with you to be the best in the family!'

'We don't compete to be the best in the family –'

'Honestly, you're only home for two days and you're causing a ruckus already, Jack,' Mother interrupted us calmly. She was used to us arguing. But despite our constant arguing, we loved each other. You know, that big brother, little sister thing. 'C'mon, lunch is ready – what one earth have you done to my archway!'

Jack and I glanced at the archway; well, what was left of it. We looked at each other, sharing a grin. It had been completely demolished. Wicker was sticking out from all over it, the hanging baskets were no longer hanging and they had spilled soil onto the ground and the flowers were ruined.

'Sorry, mum … uh, Jack and I had a bit of a collision,' I said, nodding towards our brooms that were still abandoned on the grass. We wouldn't have crashed if he hadn't cheated. I should blame it on him. 'We'll fix it later though.'

'Oh, it doesn't matter – I'm sure I'll manage it myself,' Mother said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. 'I should have known that something might get broken, knowing you two. Right, come on before you lunch gets cold. Oh, and Victoria, dear, your Hogwarts letter is here.'

I gasped. Yes! Yes! Yes! The moment I have been waiting for all summer! I squealed and ran towards the back door. I sprinted into the kitchen, not bothering to take off my filthy trainers. I glanced around; there it was! Sitting on the table. I took a deep breath. Please have given me the badge. Please have given me the badge. I pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at that envelope like my life depended on it. Mum and Jack had come into the kitchen, they stood behind me; watching. I took the envelope in my hands, and opened it slowly. I tipped it upside down and the contents fell out.

My heart dropped.

No badge.

Dumbledore has obviously made a mistake. Who else could he give it to?!

My heart dropped even further when I realised.

There was only one other person Dumbledore could really give the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain badge to.

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