A/N: if you really need to see the disclaimer, go back to page one. ;-)
Chapter 4: It Happened On the Pitch
Chrissie flew around the pitch for a while after she stopped practicing. She couldn't believe the nerve of them. She couldn't understand how she could even call them friends. Then she thought about George. He had told her that he liked her no matter who or what she was. Chrissie felt the butterflies in her stomach go into over drive. He had no idea how much that admission meant to her. As Chrissie put her broom in a dive she didn't notice the other figure zooming about the pitch. When she pulled out of the dive, she leveled out and didn't see the figure coming at her. All of a sudden the figure collided with her. She screamed and grabbed for her broom, she ended up dangling under it.
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Back in Gryffindor Tower
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George walked back in through the portrait hole, and the common room got really quiet. He looked at his housemates, shook his head, and then walked to the seventh year boys' dorm room to get his books for class.
"Well don't see what the big deal is, it was just some harmless fun." Lavender was sitting by the fire. The rest of the common room, having realized what exactly had happened, were staring daggers at her.
"Lavender, you had no right going through her things. What is wrong with you?" Hermione chided. But before Lavender could answer, everyone left the common room to prep for their afternoon classes.
Chrissie flipped back on to her broom (A/N: picture the high bar routine in gymnastics). She scanned the air above the pitch for what ever it was that ran into her. She gasped when she looked down. She glided down and dismounted. She looked in horror at the prone body, which was looking like nothing more than a pile of robes. She moved the hood and gasped again. It was Draco. Without thinking she transfigured his broom into a stretcher.
She pointed her hand at him and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa," and put him on the stretcher. As quickly as she could, she guided the stretcher back to the castle to the Hospital Wing. But when she got there, it was empty.
"Hello! Madame Pomfrey?" Chrissie yelled down the corridor as she put Draco on the bed. Quickly turning the stretcher back into his broom. When there was still no answer to her cries, she walked over to the fireplace and tossed the summoning powder in to the flames. "Headmaster Dumbledor!"
"Yes Miss Black?" Dumbledor's head could be seen floating in the fire.
"Do you know where Madam Pomfrey is?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"Its Draco Malfoy sir, there has been an accident. He doesn't look so good." Chrissie explained, wringing her hands together.
"I'll be right there. Madam Pomfrey is here in my office." Chrissie walked back over to where Draco laid.
"How could you not see me?" she mumbled watching over him. The doors at the end burst open as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to the bed.
"Oh my, how did this happen dear." She asked as she started looking over Draco, who was still unconscious. As Chrissie was about to answer, Dumbledor walked in, so naturally she waited for him before she told what happened. After she explained, she looked at Draco.
"Professor, I don't think he even knew I was out there."
"What do you mean Miss Black?"
"Draco didn't scream, he didn't even try to turn. It was as if he was being controlled." The headmaster looked at Chrissie thoughtfully. So did Madame Pomfrey.
"Are you alright dear?"
"I am a little shaken, but I am fine, I was still holding onto my broom when he knocked me off."
"Well then Miss Black, I want you to go back to your tower and rest. I will inform your teachers." Dumbledor guided Chrissie back to the doors of the Hospital Wing. "I'll let you know how your cousin is, when he wakes up."
"Yes professor." She walked into the corridor, and then turned back, "Professor, could you not tell him, that I am his cousin."
"Yes of course Miss Black, now please go to your tower." She nodded and left.
When she got to the Gryffindor common room, the only people that were in there were Hermione, Harry and Ron. They looked up and smiled. She sent one back to them as she walked over.
"Chrissie, are you okay? You look a little out of it."
"Yeah, I am fine. But it is my cousin that I am worried about."
"Um there's nothing wrong with Harry, is it Oliver?" Ron seemed confused. Harry and Chrissie looked at each other, Harry nodded.
"Remember I said I had a Slytherin cousin." Ron and Hermione nodded. "Well Draco got hurt earlier, I was just in the Hospital Wing."
"So you are Malfoy's cousin." Chrissie was surprised that Ron hadn't started yelling. Chrissie nodded.
"So how did he end up in the Hospital Wing?" Chrissie retold the story.
"Ouch, been there before." Harry winced at the memory from third year.
No one noticed the cloaked figure, which was standing near the Forbidden Forest, watching the accident happen. After the girl had taken the fallen student to the castle, Lucius took his hood off and smiled evilly. "That will teach the boy to cross me. Now to make sure that girl doesn't figure out that it wasn't an accident." Lucius walked back into the forest and apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
Chrissie was showing Hermione how to charm some barrettes that would straighten her hair and give it some color. Chrissie put her black barrettes back in her hair and it changed from white/blonde to jet-black.
"I am going to go down to the Hospital Wing to check on Dra-Malfoy, I'll see you soon." As she was leaving George was walking in. "George, could you walk with me for a while?" She smiled at him sweetly.
"Of course." He offered his arm and she accepted it.
"I also need to tell you something very important." She told him about what happened at the pitch, and how she was related to Malfoy. He took it relatively well. They were still arm in arm when they reached the hospital wing. Chrissie notice Dumbledor standing on the outside of the curtains that were blocking Draco.
"Ahh Miss Black, I see you are here to visit Mr. Malfoy." He said it loud enough, and the people on the other side of the curtains stood up. "I had expected to see you sooner. I see you have changed your hair color again. It suits you. I shall be on my way. Good evening Ms. Black, Mr. Weasley." And with that he walked out. Chrissie and George walked over to the curtain.
"You can come in, it's not like I have some infectious disease or something." Chrissie stepped through, and noticed an older lady that bore a striking resemblance to Draco.
"I see you are awake now." George stood there and watched.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious." Draco drawled.
"Draco, I will not tolerate you speaking that way to Ms. Black, she could have just left you out there!" 'Ahh yes, so it was Draco's mother.' Chrissie mused.
"It is alright Mrs. Malfoy. I am Christine Black. But please, call me Chrissie." Mrs. Malfoy took Chrissie's extended hand and shook it.
"Narcissa Malfoy. I want to thank you for saving him."
"Did Professor Dumbledor tell you what happened?"
"He told us parts, but then he said that you might be down soon, and that you could tell us what happened."
"Oh, alright." She looked at George, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to."
"Its fine, you didn't tell me about it."
"Okay, Draco do you remember being down at the Quidditch pitch?" He slowly shook his head. "Okay, I had just finished up flying laps. I was only about fifty feet up; I thought that I was the only person out there, until something hit me straight on. I dangled from my broom, for a bit, I got back on and looked around for what ever ran into me. That's when I saw you on the ground. You didn't even scream, or yell at me to move. It was like you weren't really you. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes it does. Thank you Chrissie. Maybe we will talk again soon." Narcissa stood smiled at Chrissie, George and Draco.
"That would be lovely. Have a good evening Mrs. Malfoy."
"And to you. Draco I will see you soon." And with that she left.
"Your mum seems very nice."
"That she is. Can I talk to you alone for a minute." Chrissie looked at George, he nodded, kissed her on the cheek and walk out of the room. "So, you and a Weasley, you two look good together."
"Wow you must have hit your head harder than we thought. Complimenting a Gryffindor and a Weasley." She teased, then smiled. "What did you need to talk to me about?"
"I wanted to thank you. I am sorry I knocked you off of your broom too. And since when are you a Black?"
"Well that is a long story, which I would love to tell you sometime, but just not right now." She gave him a smirk.
"Yeah, it would be rude of me to keep you from your Weasley," Chrissie blushed, "so go on. I really meant what I said, thank you."
"What's family for?" She smirked at him again and left him looking really confused.
When Chrissie walked out of the room, she found Fred talking to George waiting for her. George looked up and smiled when he saw Chrissie, which only made her blush.
"So how was the devil-incarnate?" Chrissie rolled her eyes.
"Ha Bloody Ha. He didn't even know what happened. But he is still the same old Malfoy." She smiled at the brothers.
"Well Ms. Black would you like to accompany me to the Great Hall for dinner?" George offered Chrissie took his arm, getting a strange look from Fred.
"I though your last name was Christie?" Fred looked at Chrissie confused.
"Well walk with us, and I'll explain." The three walked down to the Great Hall while Chrissie told Fred her story. He took it like George did, and he swore never to make fun of her being related to Malfoy.
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Two Weeks Later
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Today all of the classes were canceled. The halls of Hogwarts were empty, even the dorms. Outside of the castle it was a completely different story. All of the students were at the Quidditch pitch. Today was the first match of the season: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The stands were packed and loud. From the locker rooms, it sounded like a far off thunderstorm.
"Well people, you know what you have to do. Fred and George, keep those bludgers moving. Chasers, lets run up the score early, make them work for it. Ron, block, and stay on this time. Harry, hold Malfoy off for as long as possible, try wait until we at least have one hundred points. If you can't wait that long, oh well, we win anyway." Katie Bell looked at her team. "Now go out there and kick some Slytherin arse!" With a yell, the Gryffindor team went to the exit and waited. Chrissie watched as the Slytherin team staged at their tent's exit. The two teams walked out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd only became louder.
"Here come the Gryffindors!" Lee Jordan started announcing, "Bell, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, Black, and Harry Potter!" All of the houses, well except for Slytherin, cheered. "And here come the Slytherins." Then Lee mumbled, "Try not to cheat this time."
"Mr. Jordan, I thought we went over this." McGonagal chided.
Katie and the Slytherin captain shook hands and waited for Madame Hooch's whistle. Chrissie looked over the opposing team. She noticed Draco, he looked a bit dazed, but that was to be expected, Madame Pomfrey had just released him from the infirmary two days prior. Chrissie sent a thought to him, 'you okay?' He glanced at her and gave her a quick nod.
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Flash Back
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Chrissie went to visit Draco and bring him his lunch down in the Hospital wing. Chrissie walked over to the bed that Draco was occupying. 'Maybe I should tell him today.' She thought to herself, she still hadn't told him about why she was a Black.
"Tell who what?" that snapped Chrissie back into reality.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah, you said 'maybe I should tell him today.'" Madame Pomfrey looked up from her chart that she was writing on.
"I didn't hear anything like that dear." She set the chart down and walked back to her office.
Chrissie looked at Draco. "Okay watch me." 'Am I moving my lips?'
"Bloody hell, maybe I did hit my head harder than we thought." Draco looked paler than normal.
"Bloody hell is right. I have never had anyone able to hear me when I do that. Must be a Malfoy thing." She shook her head.
"What do you mean, 'a Malfoy' thing?"
"Well I told you I'd tell you how I am a Black. Well long story short, Lucy Black, my mum was born Lucinda Elena Malfoy, twin sister of Lucius Dante Malfoy."
"Why don't I know a Lucinda Malfoy?" Draco was confused; he didn't remember an aunt Lucinda.
"Well you wouldn't, because she died when you were two. Wait. No she and my father were murdered by Voldemort, two months before he killed the Potters." She went on and told him everything up until the other day when he had the accident.
"Wow."
"Yeah, but I don't dwell on it anymore. The last time I did, I was struck by lightning." Chrissie shrugged.
"Ouch."
The score was twenty to zero: Gryffindor. Chrissie and the other chasers played mind games with the Slytherins' chasers. Harry was leading Draco around the pitch. He'd dive and pull back and Draco would follow.
"Black has the quaffle, she passes it to Bell, no, wait to Johnson." The girls had apparently confused Lee to the point that he just stopped trying to keep it straight. The chasers had made up a new move. Watching muggle airshows inspired it. The fighter planes separating in formation, like a ballet in the air. Chrissie had used this move with her old teammates at Salem. When the girls saw the opposing beaters and chasers coming she yelled to the other two chasers.
"SPLIT!" Chrissie being the middle went straight up, Bell and Johnson veered to the left and the right, causing the Slytherins to collide. The Gryffindor side laughed and cheered.
"Wow, an awesome move and score for Gryffindor! Ha ha Slytherins, look out I think we will see more moves like that from our American exchange student Chrissie Black!" McGonagal glared but didn't say anything to him.
Harry was at the bottom the pitch searching for the snitch, he noticed Malfoy watching him. All of a sudden Harry just took off across the pitch, true he didn't see the snitch, but it was fun to watch Malfoy chase after the proverbial goose. Harry glanced upward and caught site of the snitch just next to Chrissie. He pulled up on his broom and went straight up. Chrissie felt wind rush past her as she looked down and saw Harry coming towards her. He brushed past and caught the snitch. The stadium was filled with the roaring crowd.
"HARRY POTTER HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Lee shouted, jumping up and down. Chrissie looked to her right as Draco came careening towards her. 'No not again!' she moved so her couldn't hit her. 'Draco!' She screamed in her thought. He didn't respond. Harry noticed and went after him also.
"Draco!" this time She screamed out loud. Both she and Harry had caught up to him. Chrissie grabbed his broom, while Harry grabbed Draco. They brought him down to the ground where Dumbledor and Madame Hooch were waiting. While they were landing, Chrissie saw a cloaked figure at the end of the pitch. A thought came to her, 'maybe that is what is causing this.' "Professor Dumbledor, sir, look at the north end of the pitch," she whispered next to the professor. Dumbledor glanced up and saw the figure. The figure must have seen him look up, for it dissapperated.
"Is this what he was like last time?" McGonagal asked, peering down at Draco, whom they had put on a stretcher to take him back to the castle.
"Yes professor," Chrissie looked at Harry, "Good job Harry. Thanks for helping me." She nodded to Draco's still form.
"Thanks, you're welcome. What's family for?" He grinned and went back with the rest of the team, who were celebrating.
"What the…?" Chrissie stared after him confused.
"Miss Black, go ahead and go with your team. You can check up on your cousin after we get him checked out." Dumbledor smiled at Chrissie as she turned to go.
"Of course. Bye professor." She said with a smile, and went after Harry and the others.
Chapter 4: It Happened On the Pitch
Chrissie flew around the pitch for a while after she stopped practicing. She couldn't believe the nerve of them. She couldn't understand how she could even call them friends. Then she thought about George. He had told her that he liked her no matter who or what she was. Chrissie felt the butterflies in her stomach go into over drive. He had no idea how much that admission meant to her. As Chrissie put her broom in a dive she didn't notice the other figure zooming about the pitch. When she pulled out of the dive, she leveled out and didn't see the figure coming at her. All of a sudden the figure collided with her. She screamed and grabbed for her broom, she ended up dangling under it.
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Back in Gryffindor Tower
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George walked back in through the portrait hole, and the common room got really quiet. He looked at his housemates, shook his head, and then walked to the seventh year boys' dorm room to get his books for class.
"Well don't see what the big deal is, it was just some harmless fun." Lavender was sitting by the fire. The rest of the common room, having realized what exactly had happened, were staring daggers at her.
"Lavender, you had no right going through her things. What is wrong with you?" Hermione chided. But before Lavender could answer, everyone left the common room to prep for their afternoon classes.
Chrissie flipped back on to her broom (A/N: picture the high bar routine in gymnastics). She scanned the air above the pitch for what ever it was that ran into her. She gasped when she looked down. She glided down and dismounted. She looked in horror at the prone body, which was looking like nothing more than a pile of robes. She moved the hood and gasped again. It was Draco. Without thinking she transfigured his broom into a stretcher.
She pointed her hand at him and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa," and put him on the stretcher. As quickly as she could, she guided the stretcher back to the castle to the Hospital Wing. But when she got there, it was empty.
"Hello! Madame Pomfrey?" Chrissie yelled down the corridor as she put Draco on the bed. Quickly turning the stretcher back into his broom. When there was still no answer to her cries, she walked over to the fireplace and tossed the summoning powder in to the flames. "Headmaster Dumbledor!"
"Yes Miss Black?" Dumbledor's head could be seen floating in the fire.
"Do you know where Madam Pomfrey is?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"Its Draco Malfoy sir, there has been an accident. He doesn't look so good." Chrissie explained, wringing her hands together.
"I'll be right there. Madam Pomfrey is here in my office." Chrissie walked back over to where Draco laid.
"How could you not see me?" she mumbled watching over him. The doors at the end burst open as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to the bed.
"Oh my, how did this happen dear." She asked as she started looking over Draco, who was still unconscious. As Chrissie was about to answer, Dumbledor walked in, so naturally she waited for him before she told what happened. After she explained, she looked at Draco.
"Professor, I don't think he even knew I was out there."
"What do you mean Miss Black?"
"Draco didn't scream, he didn't even try to turn. It was as if he was being controlled." The headmaster looked at Chrissie thoughtfully. So did Madame Pomfrey.
"Are you alright dear?"
"I am a little shaken, but I am fine, I was still holding onto my broom when he knocked me off."
"Well then Miss Black, I want you to go back to your tower and rest. I will inform your teachers." Dumbledor guided Chrissie back to the doors of the Hospital Wing. "I'll let you know how your cousin is, when he wakes up."
"Yes professor." She walked into the corridor, and then turned back, "Professor, could you not tell him, that I am his cousin."
"Yes of course Miss Black, now please go to your tower." She nodded and left.
When she got to the Gryffindor common room, the only people that were in there were Hermione, Harry and Ron. They looked up and smiled. She sent one back to them as she walked over.
"Chrissie, are you okay? You look a little out of it."
"Yeah, I am fine. But it is my cousin that I am worried about."
"Um there's nothing wrong with Harry, is it Oliver?" Ron seemed confused. Harry and Chrissie looked at each other, Harry nodded.
"Remember I said I had a Slytherin cousin." Ron and Hermione nodded. "Well Draco got hurt earlier, I was just in the Hospital Wing."
"So you are Malfoy's cousin." Chrissie was surprised that Ron hadn't started yelling. Chrissie nodded.
"So how did he end up in the Hospital Wing?" Chrissie retold the story.
"Ouch, been there before." Harry winced at the memory from third year.
No one noticed the cloaked figure, which was standing near the Forbidden Forest, watching the accident happen. After the girl had taken the fallen student to the castle, Lucius took his hood off and smiled evilly. "That will teach the boy to cross me. Now to make sure that girl doesn't figure out that it wasn't an accident." Lucius walked back into the forest and apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
Chrissie was showing Hermione how to charm some barrettes that would straighten her hair and give it some color. Chrissie put her black barrettes back in her hair and it changed from white/blonde to jet-black.
"I am going to go down to the Hospital Wing to check on Dra-Malfoy, I'll see you soon." As she was leaving George was walking in. "George, could you walk with me for a while?" She smiled at him sweetly.
"Of course." He offered his arm and she accepted it.
"I also need to tell you something very important." She told him about what happened at the pitch, and how she was related to Malfoy. He took it relatively well. They were still arm in arm when they reached the hospital wing. Chrissie notice Dumbledor standing on the outside of the curtains that were blocking Draco.
"Ahh Miss Black, I see you are here to visit Mr. Malfoy." He said it loud enough, and the people on the other side of the curtains stood up. "I had expected to see you sooner. I see you have changed your hair color again. It suits you. I shall be on my way. Good evening Ms. Black, Mr. Weasley." And with that he walked out. Chrissie and George walked over to the curtain.
"You can come in, it's not like I have some infectious disease or something." Chrissie stepped through, and noticed an older lady that bore a striking resemblance to Draco.
"I see you are awake now." George stood there and watched.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious." Draco drawled.
"Draco, I will not tolerate you speaking that way to Ms. Black, she could have just left you out there!" 'Ahh yes, so it was Draco's mother.' Chrissie mused.
"It is alright Mrs. Malfoy. I am Christine Black. But please, call me Chrissie." Mrs. Malfoy took Chrissie's extended hand and shook it.
"Narcissa Malfoy. I want to thank you for saving him."
"Did Professor Dumbledor tell you what happened?"
"He told us parts, but then he said that you might be down soon, and that you could tell us what happened."
"Oh, alright." She looked at George, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to."
"Its fine, you didn't tell me about it."
"Okay, Draco do you remember being down at the Quidditch pitch?" He slowly shook his head. "Okay, I had just finished up flying laps. I was only about fifty feet up; I thought that I was the only person out there, until something hit me straight on. I dangled from my broom, for a bit, I got back on and looked around for what ever ran into me. That's when I saw you on the ground. You didn't even scream, or yell at me to move. It was like you weren't really you. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes it does. Thank you Chrissie. Maybe we will talk again soon." Narcissa stood smiled at Chrissie, George and Draco.
"That would be lovely. Have a good evening Mrs. Malfoy."
"And to you. Draco I will see you soon." And with that she left.
"Your mum seems very nice."
"That she is. Can I talk to you alone for a minute." Chrissie looked at George, he nodded, kissed her on the cheek and walk out of the room. "So, you and a Weasley, you two look good together."
"Wow you must have hit your head harder than we thought. Complimenting a Gryffindor and a Weasley." She teased, then smiled. "What did you need to talk to me about?"
"I wanted to thank you. I am sorry I knocked you off of your broom too. And since when are you a Black?"
"Well that is a long story, which I would love to tell you sometime, but just not right now." She gave him a smirk.
"Yeah, it would be rude of me to keep you from your Weasley," Chrissie blushed, "so go on. I really meant what I said, thank you."
"What's family for?" She smirked at him again and left him looking really confused.
When Chrissie walked out of the room, she found Fred talking to George waiting for her. George looked up and smiled when he saw Chrissie, which only made her blush.
"So how was the devil-incarnate?" Chrissie rolled her eyes.
"Ha Bloody Ha. He didn't even know what happened. But he is still the same old Malfoy." She smiled at the brothers.
"Well Ms. Black would you like to accompany me to the Great Hall for dinner?" George offered Chrissie took his arm, getting a strange look from Fred.
"I though your last name was Christie?" Fred looked at Chrissie confused.
"Well walk with us, and I'll explain." The three walked down to the Great Hall while Chrissie told Fred her story. He took it like George did, and he swore never to make fun of her being related to Malfoy.
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Two Weeks Later
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Today all of the classes were canceled. The halls of Hogwarts were empty, even the dorms. Outside of the castle it was a completely different story. All of the students were at the Quidditch pitch. Today was the first match of the season: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The stands were packed and loud. From the locker rooms, it sounded like a far off thunderstorm.
"Well people, you know what you have to do. Fred and George, keep those bludgers moving. Chasers, lets run up the score early, make them work for it. Ron, block, and stay on this time. Harry, hold Malfoy off for as long as possible, try wait until we at least have one hundred points. If you can't wait that long, oh well, we win anyway." Katie Bell looked at her team. "Now go out there and kick some Slytherin arse!" With a yell, the Gryffindor team went to the exit and waited. Chrissie watched as the Slytherin team staged at their tent's exit. The two teams walked out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd only became louder.
"Here come the Gryffindors!" Lee Jordan started announcing, "Bell, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, Black, and Harry Potter!" All of the houses, well except for Slytherin, cheered. "And here come the Slytherins." Then Lee mumbled, "Try not to cheat this time."
"Mr. Jordan, I thought we went over this." McGonagal chided.
Katie and the Slytherin captain shook hands and waited for Madame Hooch's whistle. Chrissie looked over the opposing team. She noticed Draco, he looked a bit dazed, but that was to be expected, Madame Pomfrey had just released him from the infirmary two days prior. Chrissie sent a thought to him, 'you okay?' He glanced at her and gave her a quick nod.
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Flash Back
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Chrissie went to visit Draco and bring him his lunch down in the Hospital wing. Chrissie walked over to the bed that Draco was occupying. 'Maybe I should tell him today.' She thought to herself, she still hadn't told him about why she was a Black.
"Tell who what?" that snapped Chrissie back into reality.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah, you said 'maybe I should tell him today.'" Madame Pomfrey looked up from her chart that she was writing on.
"I didn't hear anything like that dear." She set the chart down and walked back to her office.
Chrissie looked at Draco. "Okay watch me." 'Am I moving my lips?'
"Bloody hell, maybe I did hit my head harder than we thought." Draco looked paler than normal.
"Bloody hell is right. I have never had anyone able to hear me when I do that. Must be a Malfoy thing." She shook her head.
"What do you mean, 'a Malfoy' thing?"
"Well I told you I'd tell you how I am a Black. Well long story short, Lucy Black, my mum was born Lucinda Elena Malfoy, twin sister of Lucius Dante Malfoy."
"Why don't I know a Lucinda Malfoy?" Draco was confused; he didn't remember an aunt Lucinda.
"Well you wouldn't, because she died when you were two. Wait. No she and my father were murdered by Voldemort, two months before he killed the Potters." She went on and told him everything up until the other day when he had the accident.
"Wow."
"Yeah, but I don't dwell on it anymore. The last time I did, I was struck by lightning." Chrissie shrugged.
"Ouch."
The score was twenty to zero: Gryffindor. Chrissie and the other chasers played mind games with the Slytherins' chasers. Harry was leading Draco around the pitch. He'd dive and pull back and Draco would follow.
"Black has the quaffle, she passes it to Bell, no, wait to Johnson." The girls had apparently confused Lee to the point that he just stopped trying to keep it straight. The chasers had made up a new move. Watching muggle airshows inspired it. The fighter planes separating in formation, like a ballet in the air. Chrissie had used this move with her old teammates at Salem. When the girls saw the opposing beaters and chasers coming she yelled to the other two chasers.
"SPLIT!" Chrissie being the middle went straight up, Bell and Johnson veered to the left and the right, causing the Slytherins to collide. The Gryffindor side laughed and cheered.
"Wow, an awesome move and score for Gryffindor! Ha ha Slytherins, look out I think we will see more moves like that from our American exchange student Chrissie Black!" McGonagal glared but didn't say anything to him.
Harry was at the bottom the pitch searching for the snitch, he noticed Malfoy watching him. All of a sudden Harry just took off across the pitch, true he didn't see the snitch, but it was fun to watch Malfoy chase after the proverbial goose. Harry glanced upward and caught site of the snitch just next to Chrissie. He pulled up on his broom and went straight up. Chrissie felt wind rush past her as she looked down and saw Harry coming towards her. He brushed past and caught the snitch. The stadium was filled with the roaring crowd.
"HARRY POTTER HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Lee shouted, jumping up and down. Chrissie looked to her right as Draco came careening towards her. 'No not again!' she moved so her couldn't hit her. 'Draco!' She screamed in her thought. He didn't respond. Harry noticed and went after him also.
"Draco!" this time She screamed out loud. Both she and Harry had caught up to him. Chrissie grabbed his broom, while Harry grabbed Draco. They brought him down to the ground where Dumbledor and Madame Hooch were waiting. While they were landing, Chrissie saw a cloaked figure at the end of the pitch. A thought came to her, 'maybe that is what is causing this.' "Professor Dumbledor, sir, look at the north end of the pitch," she whispered next to the professor. Dumbledor glanced up and saw the figure. The figure must have seen him look up, for it dissapperated.
"Is this what he was like last time?" McGonagal asked, peering down at Draco, whom they had put on a stretcher to take him back to the castle.
"Yes professor," Chrissie looked at Harry, "Good job Harry. Thanks for helping me." She nodded to Draco's still form.
"Thanks, you're welcome. What's family for?" He grinned and went back with the rest of the team, who were celebrating.
"What the…?" Chrissie stared after him confused.
"Miss Black, go ahead and go with your team. You can check up on your cousin after we get him checked out." Dumbledor smiled at Chrissie as she turned to go.
"Of course. Bye professor." She said with a smile, and went after Harry and the others.