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Lydia woke up earlier then usual the day after quidditch tryouts. She rushed down her dormitory steps to the common room, where she struggled to squeeze between excited Gryffindor students, all crowded along the new announcement posted. Quickly, Lydia read the list. She skipped to the last paragraph on the parchment.

Keeper:

Lydia Smith

She squealed with joy and jumped up and down. Yes! She thought, she had made the team! The first practice is…today! But..today is also a Hogsmeade visit day. Oh well… I'll make it work,Lydia thought, too excited to care. She ran back up to her room, while passing the large keeper who was at tryouts who was glaring at Lydia. Lydia smirked and strode back. She spent the few hours before the practice cleaning her broomstick. Particularly checking the broom for any mistake, she placed it down and wiped the polish from her hands on the carpet,which cleaned itself instantly.

"I love Hogwarts," she sighed and got up to change into practice clothes. She joined the other teammates at the field, and soon, they were in the air playing. Lydia hovered over the three goalposts, waiting for quaffles to pass. She occasionally saw Harry diving and chasing after a practice snitch; the real one was only used for games ever since the Weasley twins hid it in their pockets to mess with Harry. Lydia was getting bored quickly. One of the chasers was hit in the side of the head by a bludger when they were too busy staring at a passing Ravenclaw going to Hogsmeade with her friends. Lydia laughed.

"Wait, Hogsmeade!" Lydia remembered with panic. She dove down and hastily dismounted, tripping and skinning her knee. She got up and began to run back.

"Hey! Get back here! Practice isn't over!" Oliver Wood called angrily after Lydia, who disappeared over a hill. She threw her broom down in the broom shed and ran to the Shrieking shack.

"Can't…can't…be late…" Lydia panted. She took a shortcut through a path near the Forbidden Forest. The dirt path was barely visible, and the trees made a dark canopy. Lydia kept running, not looking back. She felt the locket, which was unmoving for the longest time, began to thud painfully. Lydia tripped over a gnarly root, the locket began to cut into her skin. Lydia tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in her ankle wouldn't let her. She began to cry, knowing what would happen.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Voldemort stormed about the shack.

"I…I don't know my lord," wormtail quivered, watching as Voldemort stopped pacing.

"She's lucky we need her. She would be DEAD if she wasn't needed to change the prophecy," Voldemort stared at ancient chair.

"Yes, yes sir. Then you can kill her…after the prophecy," Wormtail looked nervously to the unconscious Professor Trewlany.

Okay so the finale will be soon and I may make a new fan fic soon… Comment if I should continue longer,,, thanks peeps