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~*~*~Chapter Fourteen: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor~*~*~

Larisa sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, reading but not taking in the information. What was really on her mind was the upcoming Quidditch match and Dumbledore's Army. Harry had cornered her on the way to Divination the day after the first meeting and asked her to help him out in teaching, and she gladly accepted. Ron wasn't to thrilled about the idea, but he never spoke about it. The days of the meetings were always bouncing around, accomidating four separate Quidditch team's practices, usually being rearranged due to the weather being very temperamental. It was good, though, because then it would be difficult to tell what was going on right under Umbridge's nose.

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It was nearly November, and it was near the end of the fourth D.A. meeting, when Hermione came around to everyone, giving them each a fake Galleon.

"You see the numbers around the edge of the coins?" Hermione asked. Larisa looked at the edge of her fake Galleon, and saw numbers on there. "On real Galleons, that's just a serial number for the goblin who made the coin. On these, however, the number will change to show the time and date of the next meeting. They'll grow hot when the date and time changes, so you'll know if you're carrying it around. We all take one, and when Harry sets the time and date of the next meeting he can change the numbers on his coin. I've put a Protean Charm on these, and they'll all change to mimic his." She explained. All that responded to her was a blank silence.

"You can do a Protean Charm?" Terry Boot asked.

"Well, yes."

"That's N.E.W.T. Standard..." Terry Boot said in a weak tone.

"Oh...I guess it is..."

"Um, Hermione, shouldn't you be in Ravenclaw?" Larisa asked weakly, turning the fake Galleon over in her hands.

"The Sorting Hat considered it...I got put in Gryffindor instead. You are aware of the Sorting Hat?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I'm very much aware of the Sorting Hat. I've never met it, though..." Larisa mumbled. Some people looked quite confused, but they didn't say anything. Soon, people began filing out of the room, and again, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Larisa were the only ones left.

"You know what these remind me of? The Death Eater's scars..." Harry told Hermione, and Larisa absentmindedly held at the cuff of her left sleeve.

"Well, that's kind of where I got the idea, but I think engraving the time and date on coins is better." Hermione said, casting a sideways glance at Larisa. Larisa realized she was holding onto her left cuff, and she let go.

"I like your idea better..." Larisa said in a soft voice, looking at Ron out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, I'll take you to your common room again." Hermione said, taking the cloak from Harry again. Before Hermione threw it over her's and Larisa's heads, Ron spoke.

"What do you mean about never meeting the Sorting Hat?" He asked. Larisa froze, then turned to look at him.

"I was never officially Sorted. I don't know why, Dumbledore never told me for some reason. Probably because of my family history, my whole family was about blood purity. I'm not like that, though. It doesn't matter where you come from, you're either magical, or you're not." Larisa said in a stressed tone before vanishing under the invisibility cloak with Hermione. Slowly, they walked out of the room and towards the Grand Staircase.

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"Alright, we're going to beat Gryffindor this year." Montague said as they walked ontothe pitch for Quidditch practice. "Pucey, Rei, you two need to work on the Porskoff Ploy today."

"Alright." Larisa said brightly while Montague passed her the Quaffle. She mounted her broom and kicked off the ground, shooting into the air. She looked over to the stands, and she saw Angelina Johnson lurking behind one of the benches, watching Larisa. Larisa tore her gaze away from the stands, not wanting to draw any attention, and shot higher up into the air. "GO!" She shouted, and Pucey, who had gone to the other edge of the pitch and was about twenty feet below Larisa, shot forwards. Larisa waited, then dropped the Quaffle. Pucey made a wild grab as he approached it, and he snagged it with the tips of his fingers. Larisa punched her fist into the air as Pucey came spiraling up to take her place. Larisa flew towards the other end of the pitch, and waited.

"GO!" Pucey shouted, and Larisa shot forward. She saw him drop the Quaffle, and as she approached it, she reached out and snagged it from the air. Montague then came flying over to them.

"Good work." He said. "You two have good accuracy." Larisa felt quite pleased to hear this, and she smiled to herself as the team then got back to work.

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November arrived, and then the day of the match. It was a cold, snowy, and bright day. She walked down towards the Great Hall for breakfast, already in her Quidditch uniform like the rest of the Slytherin team. To her horror, as soon as she sat down, she saw that almost all the Slytherin's were wearing crown shaped badges that all said the same thing.

Weasley is our king.

Larisa knew this was no good, and before she could stop herself, she rushed over to the Gryffindor table. She came up behind Hermione, and tapped her on the shoulder.

"What is it?" Hermione whispered.

"Don't let Ron see the badges the other Slytherin's are wearing..." Larisa whispered, casting a sideways glance at Ron, who was a delicate shade of green. Larisa couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him, even though they hated each other. "Good luck, Ron." She said before turning and walking away. She then sat down next to Draco at the Slytherin table, and poured herself a glass of tea. "So, what's with the badges?" She asked. Draco froze, and looked at her.

"What badges?" He asked nervously.

"The silver crown shaped badges." Larisa said.

"Oh...Oh yeah, those badges...Well, um, funny story really-"

"Oh no you didn't..." Larisa said in a soft, dangerous voice. Draco scooted several inches away from her. "I will let you off this one time. But just this one time..."

"Does that include all day today that I will not have to worry about you coming after me?" Draco asked.

"Fine." Larisa snapped, taking a gulp of tea. After twenty minutes, the Slytherin team rose and they all walked down towards the pitch. Larisa felt her heart pounding wildly as she grabbed her broom and followed the rest of the team onto the pitch. The Gryffindor team then soon stood in front of them. Larisa saw that everyone on the Slytherin team were wearing the badges.

"Captains shake hands." Madam Hooch, the referee, barked. Angelina got her fingers crushed by Montague, but she did not wince. "Mount your brooms..." Larisa mounted her broom, and she waited...

The balls were released, and everyone rose into the air. Ron and Bletchy shot towards their respective goal posts, and Larisa's head began to hammer as her eyes raked around the pitch in search of who had the Quaffle.

"And it's Johnson, Johnson has the Quaffle, what a good Quidditch player she is, I've been telling her that for years and she still won't go out with me-"

"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted.

"Just a fun fact, Professor..." The commentator, Lee Jordan, said. Larisa spotted Angelina shoot down the pitch, and she dove down and shot after her. She ignore the commentary as she flew after Angelina. With a wild swipe, she managed to yank the Quaffle out of her grasp, and Larisa turned and shot down towards the goal posts which Ron was guarding. "And it's Rei of Slytherin with the Quaffle, nice swerve around Spinnet..."

Larisa's eyes watered as she flew down the pitch, clinging onto the Quaffle for dear life. She knew she was being chased by another Chaser from Gryffindor, but she only focused on getting to the other end of the pitch. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her back, and she dropped the Quaffle.

"And a Bludger from George Weasley, and Bell has the Quaffle."

Larisa snapped around, then shot towards Katie Bell, getting ready to grab the Quaffle.

"The crowd is loving this, what's that they're singing?"

Larisa suddenly became aware of the Slytherins singing something very loudly:

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why we Slytherins sing;
Weasley is our king...

Larisa groaned, but continued to fly after Katie Bell, when she threw the Quaffle to Alicia Spinnet. Larisa flew forwards, a little bit ahead of her, then turned around sharply and flew at Alicia, then threw a fake punch at her nose. Alicia dropped the Quaffle and ducked, and Larisa dove after it and snagged it from the air.

"And Alicia has the Translyvanian Tackle pulled on her by Rei, and it's Rei with the Quaffle."

Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our king...

Larisa shot down the pitch, her hair flying behind her, the Quaffle gripped tightly in her left hand. Katie and Alicia soon closed in on Larisa, and she shot upwards, and then Pucey flew below her. Larisa dropped the Quaffle, and then Pucey snagged it.

"The Porskoff Ploy it pulled off between Pucey and Rei, and it's Pucey with the Quaffle!"

Weasley is our king,
Weasley is our king,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our king...

Larisa flew next to Pucey, and he chucked the Quaffle to her just before he got hit by a Bludger. Larisa shot forward, and soon she was entering the scoring area.

"Come on, Ron!"

Larisa took careful aim and threw the Quaffle with every ounce of strength she could muster, and it went soaring though the centre hoop. The Slytherins below screamed with joy as Larisa left the scoring area. "Slytherin scores! Ten to zero, and it's Katie Bell with the Quaffle..."

"HARRY, GET MOVING!!" Larisa heard Angelina scream as she passed Harry, who was stationary in midair. Harry then immediately began to circle the pitch again, and Larisa took off after Angelina and Katie. Larisa passed Draco, and then she caught up with Angelina, who had the Quaffle. With another wild swipe, she grabbed the Quaffle and yanked it out of Angelina's grasp. Quickly, she turned around and shot towards to goal posts. There was a loud cracking noise, and then Larisa heard a Bludger coming up behind her.

"And there's a Bludger aimed at Rei, but she seems quite keen to avoid it..."

Larisa began to move at a high-speed zigzag, the Bludger rushing behind her.

"Move, move, move!" She urged, trying to go faster. Crabbe soon came up in front of her and scooted to the side a little. Larisa ducked as he swung his Beater's bat and hit the Bludger away from Larisa. Larisa was well outside the scoring area, but she threw the Quaffle towards the goal posts.

"Block it, Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan shouted as the Quaffle shot through the air. It entered the scoring area and soared through the left hoop, and the Slytherins again screamed with joy, and the Gryffindors moaned. "Slytherin score, and it's twenty to zero, and it's Alicia Spinnet with the Quaffle."

The Slytherins in the stands continued to sing at the top of their lungs, and Larisa scored two more goals. Larisa continued to rocket around the pitch at high speed, and Gryffindor scored once. Then, Larisa saw Harry make a wild dive, and soon Draco followed. Play froze, and then Harry pulled out of the dive, holding his hand in the air. Gryffindor had won. Angrily, Crabbe took a smack at a Bludger, and it hit Harry square in the back. Harry fell off his broom, unhurt but he looked winded. Larisa zipped towards the ground as Madam Hooch passed her, flying towards Crabbe. Larisa could see Harry and Draco talking to each other, and Larisa knew it couldn't be any good. She landed, but Draco didn't notice, and Larisa saw Harry restraining George.

"-and the Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-" Draco said loudly, and then Harry and George were flying at Draco. Harry landed a punch on Draco, and instantly, Larisa pulled her wand out and took aim at Harry.

"IMPEDIMENTA!!!" She shouted, and Harry and George were blasted backwards as Larisa rushed over to Draco, pocketing her wand. Fred was being restrained by the three Gryffindor Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling madly as Madam Hooch came in for a landing, white faced with rage. Draco was curled up on the ground, shaking a little. Larisa knelt next to him and pulled at his arm. "Are you alright?"

"I think so." He whimpered.

"I heard what you said to them." Larisa said darkly. Draco froze in terror, when Madam Hooch came over to them.

"Miss Rei, will you escort Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing?" She asked.

"Yes." Larisa said shortly. She held out her hand, and Draco (very reluctantly...) took it. She pulled him to his feet, and then pretty much dragged him off the pitch. When they got to the Entrance Hall, Larisa turned around, and Draco jumped backwards and covered his head. "God, what do you think I'm going to do, kill you?"

"Well...Yes..." Draco said nervously, backing up several steps. Larisa pulled her wand out again, and pointed it at him.

"Come here. Your nose looks broken." She said calmly. Draco came shuffling over, looking a little wary. "Episkey." She said softly, and Draco's nose snapped back into place. Quickly, he took several steps backwards again, but Larisa didn't glare back at him.

"What? Aren't you going to verbally attack me?" He asked quietly. Larisa tilted her head to the side a little.

"Depends. Will you listen to what I have to say?" She asked, her tone a little cold.

"That depends. What do you have to say?" Draco asked, trying to hide the slight fear in his voice.

"Just listen, okay?" Larisa begged. Draco nodded slightly, and Larisa continued on. "I heard that song you wrote, and I have a feeling that you wrote that to impress me."

"Wh-B-How d-" Draco stuttered, flushing a little. Larisa folded her arms and glared at him. "Lari, pl-"

"It didn't work, Draco." Larisa snapped. "In fact, it did just the opposite. I'm not impressed, I'm extremely disappointed in you." Draco looked as though he'd just been slapped in the face. "I'm not the average Slytherin, Draco. I'm not a pureblood extremist, I can tolerate muggle-borns, I can be nice to people from the other houses- Don't give me that look, Draco, I know that you're upset about this!"

"No, I'm not upset! I'm fine with you tolerating muggle-borns, I'm fine with you not worrying about blood purity, I don't care that you have friends from other houses-" Draco began to say, when Larisa held a hand up to silence him.

"I can see it in your eyes, Draco. I can tell you're mad at me. Really, if you can't live with what I believe, you're not worth my time." Larisa said, turning around as starting to walk away.

"Lari! Wait!" He called. Larisa kept walking, trying to stop tears coming to her eyes. "LARISA!" He shouted, and Larisa froze. Draco came running over to her and he grabbed her wrist.

"You haven't called me that in a long time..." She said, remembering the Quidditch World Cup last year, how she was walking away, and he had called her name.

"I know, Larisa." He said, tightening his grip on her wrist. Larisa turned and looked at him, and she saw his eyes were watering a little. "I can learn to live with it, Larisa. Really, I can."

"You just don't want me to drop you." Larisa said coldly, but she couldn't help but feel a little happy to hear this.

"Yes." He said softly. "I care about you, Larisa, I really do." Larisa vividly remembered last year, the first day, when Harry had cast a spell on Larisa, and Draco was extremely worried about what would happen. She remembered how he had stood by her when she was distressed about having the Dark Mark. She remembered how he had been so happy to see her recover when she returned from the maze. She remembered how he had comforted her after she received the threat from her mother, and after her detention with Umbridge.

"I know..." She said after five minutes of silence. "I care about you, as well." Draco then released her wrist, and slowly brushed her bangs out of her face. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up her left arm, and she grabbed her arm. "Oh God, he's really mad right now..." She hissed.

"...yet bringing her special abilities, not at all like the one before." The voice in her head hissed back.

In May, 1980, the last will be born.
Different than the rest, but many traits the same as the one before.
Skilled she will be, like the one before.
She will survive the attack when she is five,but at a horrible price ten years later,
yet bringing her special abilities, not at all like the one before.

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