A/N - Sorry this is a short chapter, hope you like it anyway (let me know if you did or didn't). Any FanFiction's that I've read about Sirius having a daughter includes her either being terrible at quidditch or absolutely amazing and gets a place on the team immediately by assisting Harry to retrieve Neville's rememball. I wanted Lily on the team because I love the sport but wanted some originality on how to get her on the team. I know I make it sound as if she's naturally amazing, but while she still has a lot of natural talent - I'll make her work hard :)

R&R :)


That night was Harry's first training session, and it was a one-on-one with Wood, to explain the game in all it's depths. He had received his Nimbus 2000, a top of the range and utterly fantastic broom, that morning. That was what had initiated Malfoy's comments outside the great hall - he believed that Harry was on a rebellious streak by getting into major trouble in his flying lessons and then purchasing a broom which first years were not permitted to do so.
Lily had offered to walk Harry down to the pitch, even though he had wanted to be there early in order to practice for his practice "I know it doesn't make sense, but I just don't want to embarrass myself in front of the team captain. Especially with having a new broom and all," Harry explained as they walked down to the pitch.
"I understand, but even so, you won't embarrass yourself. I saw you catch that rememball - I bet there isn't a better seeker in Hogwarts. Gryffindor is lucky to have you," Lily comforted surprisingly well, considering how terrible she was with words. It seemed sometimes that Harry brought out the best in her.
"Thanks Lil's," Harry responded with a smile.


Lily looked on proudly as Harry completed his seventh lap, still speeding along at a very fast rate. As happy as she was just being there to support him, part of her wanted to be up there, flying with him. He seemed to sense this, and so returned to her with a spectacular dive. He dismounted his broom, shook his wind-swept hair out and held out the broom.
"Hey! I'm here to be supportive and all that, not to be your broom-boy," Lily warned, but her voice wasn't aggressive.
"I'm offering you a go, Lily," He explained with a chuckle, "and I don't think you're quite butch enough to be a broom-boy."
"Broom-girl, whatever, there's not even such a thing. And this is your practice, Harry, I'm not saying you need it bu-" Harry cut her off by thrusting the broom in her hands.
Temptation for the feel of the polished wood in her hands and the feel of flying overcame her, "Well, if you insist, Potter." Harry chuckled again as she mounted and set off.
She'd never flew before, but it seemed to come naturally to her. The take of with her left foot, the grip and placement of her hands and the motion with which she soared through the air. The feeling was utterly amazing. Lily felt exhilarated by the thrilling experience, and recalled a dream in which she was soaring through the air just as she was in that moment and realized that her dream was about flying. Talk about Deja Vu, Lily thought.
After her first lap, she became more confident. She began performing turns in the air, and making extreme dives just to shoot straight back up at the last moment. Nothing compared to the feeling that flying brought her. She felt so free and invincible - as if she could do anything. It was the first proper happiness she'd felt in a while, what with feeling so down recently.

Harry was so captivated by watching his friend glide, swoop, turn and dive so gracefully (and grace wasn't something she possessed on foot), that he didn't notice Wood approaching him from behind with a large trunk in hand.
"Hey there, Harry," He greeted.
Harry jumped in surprise, "Oh, hi."
Wood looked around before inquiring as to where Harry's new Nimbus 2000 was, "You haven't lost or broke it already, have you? It's a NIMBUS 2000."
"Oh no! Err, my friend..." That was when Wood first noticed Lily soaring around the pitch, making amazing dives and turns and rolls. He looked at her performance with interest, she was obviously totally oblivious to Wood's observing. "She's not bad, Harry. Your friend, what does she play?"
"Mmm?" Harry was confused at the question.
"Position, Harry. What position does she play?" He still sounded friendly despite Harry's stupidity.
"Oh, that. Well, she's never really flew before."
"Really?" Wood sounded surprised. "She's actually quite good." He then went into a deep state of thought which he was only brought out of when Lily realized that he had arrived and that it was time for Harry's training session and landed next to them.
"Here you go, Harry, I'll watch your game from the bleachers," She said brightly while returning his broom to him. Harry was about to respond when Wood imputed first. "You! what's your name?"
She was surprised at his question and started to worry that he'd scold her for using Harry's broom. "Err, Lily Black."
"Okay, Lily Black, you're my new chaser. Go quickly and get a broom out of the cuboard - we'll get you a proper one soon, but it'll do just for tonight's training session.


Their practice was amazing, and any doubts Wood may have had regarding Lily's small size were washed away after he saw fully the energy she emitted while flying. Harry would be an excellent seeker, and Lily an wonderful chaser. They both greatly enjoyed the game of quidditch and although they were tired, they were more disappointed when the session came to an end after three full hours.
"Our next training session will be next week with the full team, I'll see you there," Wood informed before leaving.

"That's great, Lil'! You got on the team - I told you that we'd be playing together, didn't I?" Harry babbled excitedly as he pulled her into a congratulatory hug.
"I guess you did. I just-. There's-. It's amazing, isn't it? The feeling of flying."
"Yes! I just feel so..." Harry struggled to find a word that expressed how wonderful flying felt.
"Free?"
"Yes, that's it. That and so much more," he replied as they released from their embrace.