"Good game darlings!" my mother praised as we got off our broomsticks and started doing silly bows, while Mom and Dad clapped. "But I think it's time for lunch now, anyone hungry?"

"I'm starving, Mom!" I replied, "Especially after Evelyn winning! Wow, I never would have dreamed!"

"Ha," said Dad, "Don't worry, son, you'll be the best Quidditch player ever! I'm sure that Moony and Padfoot will be surprised that you won, Ev! This is your first time, so keep at it. If you keep practicing, you'll both be able to hit the smaller hoops just as easily as the big one!"

Dad kept on rambling about how good a job we did, how we could improve, and a bunch of other stuff, but I tuned it out and started eating.

"What do you want to do sis?"

"Oh I'm just going to go read a book,"

"Read a book!? Again!? You do that all the time! Why don't you come and play with me?"

"No,"

"Ugh,"

I wandered off trying to find something to do. I was tired of my broomstick. Maybe I could go play with Dad? Now that was an idea

"Yes?" Dad said, looking up from the daily prophet.

"Can you come out and play with me?" I repeated.

"Ok, I'll finish reading a couple more paragraphs," he said, "Just remember that you're a half-blood, and that by marrying your mother I decided to be a half-blood." He laughed at his own joke, it was just something Dad did. Whenever he was doing something and he didn't want to be interrupted, he would say that. Because if you're a half-blood, then half the time you can do whatever you want, and the other half of the time you have to be doing what other people want. If you're a Pureblood, then you get to do whatever you want all the time, and if you're a Muggle-born then you always have to do what other people want you do to. So I'm a half-blood, Mom's a Muggle-born, and Dad's a pure-blood. So Dad used to be able to do whatever he wanted (in his sense of speaking), and then when he married Mom, he had a wife who was Muggle-born, so she could never do what she wanted to do and always had to serve others. So they kind of cancelled each other out. So it was like we were all half-bloods.

I wandered outside wondering what to do. A couple minutes later Dad came from around the house holding both broomsticks in one hand, and a big bag in the other.

I looked curiously at the bag as I took my broomstick.

From inside the bag Dad brought out the Quaffle.

I groaned.

"Don't worry," he said, "We're not going to play, I just wanted to help you to practice aiming."

"Ok Dad!" I said, brightening up, "I'd love to beat Ev by a lot the next time we play!"

"Alright!" He said. "aim for the hoop on the left."

I took the Quaffle, hopped on my broomstick, and flew through the air to the familiar position right by one set of hoops.

Dad flew over to the other set. "Ready?" he called.

"Ready, Dad!" I replied. Then I saw Dad aim and throw the Quaffle. It came whizzing towards me. I caught it, and started aiming.

"I won't be trying to block you right now; we'll get to that later. For now, just practice on getting it through the hoop."

I said nothing as I threw the Quaffle to the left of Dad. It zoomed down and struck the bottom of the hoop.

"You need to either be farther away or else you have to be closer to the ground where it is." Dad called.

I chased down the Quaffle and tried again. I backed up this time. Aimed, and throw. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the Quaffle had passed Dad who was hovering behind the hoops.

I did a loop for joy. Then I raced through the big hoop, and passed Dad. Racing for the hoop. Then I saw something I would never forget as my back was turned away from Dad, chasing the Quaffle. I slightly turned my head to see his reaction. Which was to pull out his wand and mutter something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

I smiled, thinking it was something like a speed boost. It was, thought it wasn't the kind I had expected. Because when I looked back in front of me, the Quaffle was out of sight. I raced around the house. Then I saw it, it seemed like it had gained speed. Like it had a speed charm on it.

"DAD!" I hollered.

I heard Dad bursting with laughter, but finally managed to say, "Deal with it!" I wished I had magic, so that I could just 'accio' it to me. Dad would be surprised. I tried anyway, though, but without success.

This made me all the more determined to catch it. To show Dad that even if it was fast...I was faster! I zoomed after it. Around the house a couple times, dodging trees and around other obstacles.

After a few minutes, it seemed that Dad had gone inside. Probably to tell Mom, I mused. I kept chasing it, sometimes it flew out of my sight, but I knew it was there. There was one time when I almost had it, hand outstretched, wishing that it was smaller so I could pluck it out of the air. So I let go of my broom, tightened my knees around it, and reached out. It was there, just a couple inches out of reach. I was about to take it (and I could have sworn I had touched it) when it spun away.

"What!" I said out loud, he had also put a spinning charm on it! Oh dear! Suddenly Dad walked out of the house with Mom behind him.

"Time's up!" he called,

What I didn't know that there would be time! He never said anything about time!

Dad could clearly see my frightened face, and he knew that I wanted so badly to succeed. Then he said, loudly and clearly, "Accio!" And the Quaffle started whizzing back towards him.

I hovered, dumbfounded, in the air for a second before turning to action. I ignored the smile on my Dad's face, and zoomed after it. It was only a couple yards from Dad when I intercepted it. I was flying as fast as I could, and a big gust of wind flew at Dad as I zoomed past. Holding the Quaffle in the air, I was gasping for breath at the impact.

"Wow!" Dad exclaimed like he had already exclaimed about a hundred time already. He had seen me let go of the broomstick, and could not stop talking about it. Mom had saved herself by leaving the room, but I couldn't do that since he was talking to me.

"Dad," I reminded him, "I'm a half-blood,"

"Alright, alright," he said, beginning to leave the room, but then sharply turned back, "But be sure to keep doing tricks like that!" then, and he left I heard him mumble something like, "Well that's another thing I'm going to have to tell the other Marauders."

Author's Note: Well, how do you like it? Please give a review! The next chapter is going to be a very short one. It will be about the Marauders' stay. Don't expect me to update regularly.