SiriouslyCurious: So I know Author's Notes go at the bottom, but guuuuys I need to shout out to bookdragonslayer for being the first review ever. Thanks 3 (real authors note at bottom)(also fanfiction and these lines do not like me guys)

1988

Izzy loved having classes with Gryffindor, it gave her chances to talk with Percy. Not that she didn't get chances to meet with Percy, they had an understood time that they would agree to meet at the library every week to study, but it was nice to also get to spend time with him. It also gave her chances to sometimes sit next to Oliver, who would exchange notes about quidditch with her. Her own friends were so boring in the fact that they didn't like it, and so even if she and Oliver didn't fully agree on everything it was nice to be able to talk about it. Not that she didn't enjoy her own friends, the transition into her own house went well. Izzy was good at making friends, and most people generally liked her. Today was potions, a class that she enjoyed in theory. She absolutely loved the idea of potions, but she hated her professor. It didn't help that Snape was also head of her house, and she had spent the last year wondering if he had a personal vendetta against her. She had assumed it had to do with the fact that she was a first year, and yet here she was three weeks into second year and he still seemed to hate her. She and Percy worked together on the last essay they had to turn in, had gotten help from both Bill and Charlie, and yet she had scored remarkably lower. They had the same information on the papers.

She knew better than to involve her father. She knew him; he would have a howler sent to Snape at the very least, or he would show up himself and demand that Izzy be treated differently. That was a level of embarrassment she didn't want to deal with, and she knew it wouldn't help in the long run. Instead she had owled her Aunt Lily asking for advice. She was the most level headed out of the group, despite what Uncle Remus thought. She was waiting for an owl back, though, and until then had to suffer through yet another horrible potions lesson. This one didn't even have a practical aspect to it. Oliver was sitting next to her, using the enchanted paper they had to make words show up on her own parchment after he wrote them out.

That was a horrible play, Black. How can you even assume to think their chaser is worth his weight on the team? -O

I don't have to assume. You can have a horrible play and still do well, Oliver. It's called having a bad day -I

More like bad year. -O

"Miss Black," Izzy's head popped up to stare at her Potions professor. His drawl of her name dragging her from the angry expression she had. "I wonder what it is that you and Mister Wood were discussing that is obviously so much more important than what I am teaching."

Izzy stared at him, wiping the emotions from her face as she bowed her head slightly. She mumbled a soft apology, but that didn't appear to make a difference. "Detention, Miss Black."

Izzy couldn't help but notice only she had gotten detention despite the fact Oliver was also called out. She couldn't wait to hear back from Aunt Lily because anymore of this was going to start digging into her social life.

Elare tucked a strand of caramel hair behind her ear, glancing at Izzy with a huff. "I don't understand why you talk to them. It seems like those Gryffindors get you in trouble more than not."

Izzy smiled softly at her friend, her absolute best friend here at Hogwarts, and shrugged. "They aren't so bad, you know. They aren't that different from us, just because of their house."

Elare made a noise in the back of her throat, not prepared to get into this argument again. It wasn't one she had ever won, and she didn't feel like engaging Izzy in it today. "Yes, well, I still can't understand why Professor Snape only gave you detention. You'd think it would be reverse considering you are in his house."

Izzy didn't have a response for her, it was true. It wasn't until she'd gotten a response to her letter that things began to click into place. It was all very stupid to her, a childish rivalry that dated back to when her father had been a student. She knew her father was no angel, quite the opposite really, but for Professor Snape to take out all the teasing her father had given him on her was absurd and just plain rude! Aunt Lily had felt much the same way, and while she was deeply offended by the greasy haired man's behaviors, she had given Izzy a solution. Tucked inside her letter was another, sealed letter. Lily had told Izzy not to open it and to give it to her professor next time she was alone with him. Tonight's detention was the perfect time to do so. She had no idea what was in the letter, but she trusted her aunt. Izzy and Elare made it to the Potions classroom. "Well, here's my stop. Thanks for walking me, Elare."

Izzy walked into the classroom five minutes early for detention. Last time she had arrived one minute late and had been given yet another detention for it. She wasn't going to risk that again. Professor Snape stood at the front, arms folded as he narrowed his eyes on her form. "You'll be cleaning the supply room tonight. Leave your wand on the table and get started."

Izzy stepped forward, but instead of just leaving her wand she took the carefully tucked away letter and placed it in front of her professor. Glancing up at him through her grey eyes she hesitated. "This is from Lily."

Saying nothing else, Izzy turned and went into the potion's cabinet. She pretended she didn't hear the soft sniffle that remotely sounded like tears coming from her professor, nor the shine to his eye when he told her she could go back to her common room early.

1989

Izzy bounced from foot to foot, eyes narrowed. She knew that the odds were stacked against her, but she refused to give up before she even tried. If she was denied after this, than she would take her defeat with her held head high and say she did it. Today was the day she tried out for the Slytherin quidditch team.

It was an unspoken rule that there weren't girls on her house's team. Was that due to the fact that none tried out because of how violent the sport could be, or was that because of the fact that the team didn't value women? It wasn't clear, and all that could be gathered was unspoken rumors. Izzy didn't care how rough the sport was. She had literally grown up around boys her entire life, being rough was almost an expectation. She was perfectly capable of being a polite girl outside of quidditch and rough and tough during. She'd trained with Charlie and the other Weasleys all summer to try out for beater position, and now she was going to.

"Beaters, line up!" Izzy walked up with the other boys. There were some snickers and she distinctly heard someone make a comment about how a girl was going to be a beater. She ignored them, holding her head higher and mounting her broom. She knew that everyone would be coming for her, and she was prepared for it. Just as expected, when it came her turn she found the intensity amped up. Still, she gripped the beater bat and played like her life depended on it. At the end of a grueling hour, Izzy was panting with the rest of the people trying out were. Some of them were even laying in the grass, completely worn out.

A week. Izzy had been waiting a week for the captain to post the results of who had made it in and she was going completely crazy. Percy had kicked her out of their study session after five minutes and Elare had told her if she didn't control her nerves she would charm her to her bed. Izzy was dropping her things off at her dorm before going to visit with her Gryffindor friends when she saw the paper posted. With her heart in her throat she made her way over, slipping by people gathered around until she was close enough to read it. There in shiny lettering was

"Black, Isla - Beater." She couldn't stop the grin that slid onto her face. She threw her things onto her bed before rushing down to the lake where she was meeting everyone, having literally run through the halls in an uncharacteristic rashness. She got to the lake where Percy and his friends were talking with Oliver and Charlie. Izzy felt that it was her lucky day, being able to tell everyone in one go. "Charlie!"

Over the years Charlie had grown into a tall teen. He was all muscles, not that he had ever been that lanky to begin with. The now seventh year boy had grown thick into his frame, which was a good thing when Izzy threw herself into him. Charlie braced himself, picking her up and twirling her slightly. Thankfully she hadn't hit a growth spirit, and her pixie nature made it easy for him to swing her around. "What are we celebrating?"

"I made it!" Izzy let out a happy laugh of disbelief herself, watching as Charlie had a look of confusion. "I made it onto the team!"

"Knew you would. You had me training you." Charlie set her down, placing a kiss on her head. Izzy beamed up at him. Of course it helped that he'd helped train her, he was a quidditch captain after all. Oliver looked uncomfortable at the news, but it went completely unnoticed by Izzy. She was too thrilled with everything going on to care.

1990

"Percy, you fix this. She's been asking me for help for as long as I can remember." Izzy slid into the empty spot between Percy and Oliver in the library. Elare pouted, following Izzy over to the table where the two Gryffindors were sitting. Elare had taken it in stride, having gotten used to socializing with the Gryffindors Izzy knew. Of course, it helped when Izzy was involved. There had been some girls in their year during first year who had some choice words about their close friendship with the lions, but Izzy had been very stern in her words and made no mistake to note that she would be friends with who she wanted and if someone had a problem they could take it to her directly. There had been no show of force, just well-placed words in a calmly spoken tone that promised it was not something the girls wanted to do. They isolating had stopped shortly after that.

"I only asked you when we left the common room. Also you explained it twice. Merlin, you'd think I've been asking for days." Elare huffed, taking the empty spot on the other side of Percy. Izzy rose a brow in disagreement while Elare mumbled under her breath about how Izzy came by her dramatics naturally. Percy had to agree, having grown up around Izzy's father and knowing how dramatic the man could be. Wisely, he didn't comment on the words he heard under Elare's breath. He valued his life a bit more than that.

"Exactly, I explained it twice and you still didn't get it. I know I'm asking you for a miracle, but do you think you can explain the last history of magic lesson? Goblins aren't that difficult but she isn't getting it when I explain." The blue eyes girl shot the other girl a glare, as if it was her fault. Elare leaned back in her chair.

"You explained it the same way both times changing one word." Izzy waved her off, standing up from her seat.

"Details, details." She smiled at the three, not waiting to get the confirmation for Percy as if she knew already he would agree. He would, and they all knew it. "I've got quidditch practice. Flint's being a real jerk to us lately, I swear my feet are going to fall off if he keeps up."

"Telling us all the Slytherin secrets, are you?" Oliver teased, or at least attempted to. It was a well known fact that for whatever reason he was uncomfortable with talks of quidditch ever since the year before when Izzy made the team. Izzy rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.

"If keeping in physical shape is a secret, then it really is no wonder Slytherin will ruin the Gryffindor team when we play." Percy and Elare shared a glance, suddenly wishing the table wasn't so round. Oliver's eyes flared as he glared at Izzy, who simply stared back at him with a calm expression.

"You certainly sound sure, don't you? At least I didn't get sick after my first three games."

Oliver's accent became rougher as he got more heated. Elare sucked in a deep breath, and Izzy clenched her jaw. "At least I stayed conscious."

"Enough. Both of you." Percy jumped in, not really wanting to see either of his friends fight. Elare gently nudged Izzy as she shot Oliver a deep glare, "Izzy, you have practice. Go."

Percy and Elare shared a look of concern. Things had gotten worse between Oliver

and Izzy lately, and they weren't sure what it was all about. Sometimes they were fine, but whenever someone brought up quidditch it became a dangerous air between them. Despite that they were all friends, surely that would stand the test of time, right?

SiriouslyCurious: Next chapter is the first year Harry starts, and also where this slows down because Izzy will be 15 and it gives us a lot more to work with. Also prepare for the frustrating slow build of romances. And for some family bonding. The next chapter is the last one I have prewritten, so I guess I better get back on that.

As always, I adore every one of you for reading. Read, review, follow, favorite, ect 3 Enjoy and happy new years!

Word Prompts: "She's been asking me for help for as long as I can remember"