Right to all those who have been reading this I've taken some advise from a reader and have decided to alter the format of the chapter. The story will remain exactly the same its just the formatting that's being changed.

This is my first time writing anything than can be viewed by anyone so I apologize in advance for my crap writing ability but hey it's what I enjoy. Right I've set this story to begin during the third Harry Potter book (Prisoner of Azkaban). It will include my own character, Rachel Rothern being interwoven into the events surrounding the Prisoner of Azkaban and its sequels. Although the events in the actual series will be used I intend to focus more on the development of my own character and her relationships with the books characters, though I'm not sure whether to involve a romance or not but if I do it will turn into a Hermione/Rachel one and if you don't like that pairing then I really wouldn't recommend reading this. To those who will wish to read this despite that possibility I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it. And please feel to review and express your opinion and your criticism.

I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. They belong to J.K Rowling.

The Rothern Legacy

Chapter 1 – The Quidditch Match

The roaring crowd of Hogwarts students could barely be heard by the Quidditch players as thunder roared in their ears. Gryffindor colours of gold and red whipped wildly against the wind as loyal fans eagerly showed their support by holding up banners and scarves marked up of their house colours. While gold and red dominated one side of the Quidditch pitch the other side, just as eager to display their support, held up banners and wore clothes of silver and dark green.

As Harry Potter zoomed past on his broomstick, chasing after the golden snitch, the crowd exploded into a chant "Go, Go, Gryffindor."

He would've smiled at the display were he not busy attempting to see through the torrents of rain that attacked his goggles and stung his face. A bolt of lightning attacked one of Slytherin's players; setting alight the end of his broomstick. Harry manoeuvred out of harm's way as the broom rocketed towards him uncontrollably, a scream of fear echoing in his ears and grey smoke clouding his vision as he turned his head. Grimacing in pity for the poor guy; Harry quickly turned his attention back to searching for the golden snitch. He quickly caught sight of the opposite teams Seeker shooting up into the sky; chasing after the small ball. Pulling on his broomstick Harry gave chase, zooming past one of the pitch's observation towers that held nearly all of Hogwarts teachers and completely missing the look of concern written across Albus Dumbledore's face as he turned to watch Harry disappear into thick, grey clouds. As Harry flew vertically higher and against the wind, rain quickly turned to small shards of ice that left small cuts along his face. The Slytherin Seeker was much closer to the snitch than Harry was so when a bolt of lightning attacked the snitch the poor guy was also attacked and ended up being sent tumbling down through the air, his gelled black hair standing upright on his head as flickers of electricity danced through the strands. Harry paused in his chase; hovering in mid-air to contemplate whether he should continue with his ascension before the snitch darted in front of his face before racing off at a ninety-degree angle. Pleased that the snitch was no longer travelling upwards Harry quickly chased after it. Both snitch and Gryffindor Seeker raced through the air. Harry's attention was quickly diverted away from the golden ball and toward the approaching figure shrouded in black robes.

Fear entered his heart as he immediately recognised the figure for what it really was, a Dementor. Harry tilted his broom downwards, the Dementor narrowly missing him as it aimed to make a collision with him. Looking over his shoulder he released a nervous whimper as not only did the guardian of Azkaban turn around and give chase, but three more emerged from grey mist caused by the clouds. Putting his focus back in front of him he zoomed back down to earth. As he travelled with the creatures on his trail he recognised one of his team's beaters heading towards him. His green eyes widened in shock behind his goggles as Rachel Rothern, perched on her Firebolt broomstick flew at him. Her shoulder length black hair whipped wildly against the air current but her usually calm blue eyes were narrowed in determination

"Harry duck!" she barked up at him, frowning in confusion but never the less heeding her order he pushed his broomstick down and felt her fly past him. Tilting his head he watched in horror as she flew directly through the group of Dementors and drew their attention away from him. They turned their backs on him and chased after the mysterious interloper like wolves closing in on a kill. He wanted to give chase but, even though he hated being useless the fact was without his wand that was exactly what he was. Frowning in anger at his inability to help he launched himself into zooming back down to the Quidditch pitch and getting help from the professors. Once he emerged from the thick grey fog he took in his surroundings, the game was still on and the pitch was full of players while the crowd still roared over the thunder. Upon locating the tower he flew directly to it, his eyes focused on the white haired Headmaster.

Screams of horror forced him to stop once again in mid-air and turn his search for the reason behind the screams; his eyes were immediately attracted to the body that was plummeting towards the ground, red robes twisting against the air current as its owner tilted at different angles. A cold sensation gripped at his heart as he watched Rachel fall before Dumbledore's booming voice calmly released a magic incantation

"Arresto Momento!" the Headmaster pointed his hand towards the falling body and the speed at which she plummeted began to decrease until she landed softly on the wet grass of the field. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief the Dementors that had been chasing him and then Rachel shot out of the fog and travelled downwards after Rachel. Screams of horror and panic erupted from the crowd and the players as their appearance. As they moved closer to Rachel's unmoving body fear he had only experienced a few times in his short life crippled him once again and wouldn't allow him to move.

Okay there's the opening chapter. I know it's not exactly brilliant but trust me it'll get better. Please review.