"Ok, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw. You shouldn't be playing today so don't get too worried. Just focus on watching and learning all you can," Cedric whispered to her as they walked toward the pitch.

Lucy nodded as she shoved the toast Hermione had brought her into her mouth.

"And watch the other Seeker too. Never hurts to learn tricks from the other teams," Cedric continued talking.

She was starting to think he was just trying to calm his own nerves. He had been reserve seeker for last year's seventh grader and had only played in one game.

Regardless, she followed along in the pack with the rest of her team. Hermione had tried following alongside them handing her more toast until the team had shooed the Gryffindor away.

Inside the team's box, Lucy took a seat on the bench. Outside, the stands were deafeningly loud as all of the students stood to cheer for the start.

"And Hufflepuff starts off with possession," Lee Jordan announced. The Hufflepuff sections cheered loudly.

Lucy looked around her.

On one end of the bench, a backup Chaser sat sleeping. She looked to the other end where the reserve Beater was possibly picking his nose.

She sighed.

It didn't take her long to realize that sitting on the bench was really boring.

A cheer from the sections dressed in yellow and black drew her attention back to the field.

The chasers were giving each other high fives. She assumed they must have scored, so she cheered on principle alone. Suddenly, a dark shape in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

As she turned her head, she spotted the bludger flying at the back of Cedric.

She tried to yell, but it was too late and she was too far away.

The bludger connected with Cedric's elbow with a sharp crack. Cedric cried out as he grabbed his elbow. The team circled around Cedric as Madam Hooch blew the whistle.

Lucy didn't think as she ran out to the pitch to meet them on the ground.

Cedric was as pale as Professor Binns, but he wasn't crying. Madam Hooch was supporting his arm above and below the elbow.

"Now try to bend it Diggory," she muttered. Cedric's face screwed up and he shook his head.

"Definitely broken," she muttered.

Lucy squeezed Cedric's good hand in sympathy. He looked over at her.

"Alright, guess you're gonna play after all," he muttered to her.

She nodded, "Don't worry about it, just go get better."

Some other Hufflepuffs came and led him off the pitch towards the infirmary. The Hufflepuff Captain turned to Lucy, "Alright, Ogden, you're up."

Alex, one of the chasers clapped her on the shoulder, "Try to get a win for Cedric, it would make him feel better."

She held up the broom and bared her teeth in a feral smile. If there was anything she knew, it was Quidditch.

He smiled at her, "There's the crazy, non-Hufflepuff we all know and love. Use your Gryffindor tendencies for good."

She rolled her eyes, and swung onto the broom. Up in the air, she finally felt free.

Her eyes scanned the pitch looking for the Snitch.

Apparently, the Ravenclaws had been hoping and planning for this exact situation. As she ducked from the bludgers, she realized that they had been hoping to take out Cedric and possibly take advantage of the younger, supposedly inexperienced Seeker.

She bared her teeth again in an angry smile. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that she had played many Quidditch matches in her previous life.

A flash of gold caught her eye. She spotted the snitch hovering between the two beaters. Each of them had a bludger within hitting distance. Turning, she decided it was time to play some monkey in the middle.

As she shot toward the middle of them, they each hit the bludger at her.

She stretched out her arm as she closed in on the snitch, but the bludgers closed in on her. The Ravenclaw seeker spotted her arm and started toward her; Lucy knew the other seeker would be too late as long as she wasn't knocked off course from the bludgers.

At the last possible second, she leapt off of her broom.

A gasp rose up in the stands as they spotted a tiny first year leaping off of her broom into mid air, thirty feet above the ground. Several of the Hufflepuffs jumped to their feet as well as many of the teachers pulling out their wands.

The leap had allowed Lucy to grab the snitch just before the other seeker as well as avoid the bludgers that had collided together at the spot where she would've been sitting on her broom.

Her weightlessness ended up suddenly as she collided with Alex. He caught her in his arms.

He seemed to be both scolding her and cheering at the last second. Lucy threw an arm around his neck and held up the other hand with the snitch glinting in the sunlight.

"With that death defying stunt from the should-be-a-Gryffindor firstie, youngest reserve seeker in four decades, HUFFLEPUFF TAKES THE WIN!" Jordan Lee yelled from his announcer stand.

When they hit the ground, The Seventh Year Captain threw Lucy up onto his shoulders and everyone gathered around to cheer. The Hufflepuffs poured out of the stands to go and cheer around the team.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows as she pointedly looked at the wand in Snape's hand, "Worried about the first year?"

He scowled as he put his wand away, "Simply startled. I would've expected such a move from one of your lions, but I was not prepared for a Hufflepuff first year to do such a thing."

Professor Sprout looked quite pale herself, "I certainly wouldn't have either. Oh I wonder if I should put her on Quidditch probation for a while?"

McGonagall and Snape both snorted. McGonagall put a comforting hand on Sprout's shoulder, "I am starting to suspect that there are few things you could do to safeguard that child."

Later that evening, Lucy gathered around Cedric's hospital bed with Alex, Blaise, and Hermione. The Hufflepuff team had been there and left already.

Cedric was trying to scold Lucy, "I can't believe you did that! 30 feet in the air? How did you even know Alex would catch you?"

She smirked, "Remember the practice two weeks ago where we were messing around with Quidditch stunts? Besides, he's a chaser, it's his whole job to catch flying objects!"

"She doesn't weigh much more than the quaffle," Alex shrugged. He'd been stuck somewhere between admiration and exasperation.

"Don't encourage her! You are a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor!" Cedric cried.

"Exactly! I had to defend your honor, house loyalty and all that," she told him.

Alex sniggered, but Blaise rolled his eyes, "You could've been sneaker about it."

"I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt Cedric so you didn't need to get revenge," Hermione added.

At that, though, everyone shook their heads.

"No way, they were definitely trying to take Cedric out. By all accounts, no way should an ickle firstie stood a chance against fifth year Rowan Alcoe. They just had to get Cedric out of the way first," Alex muttered darkly.

"And now, other teams shouldn't try to use that method because it didn't work. So now Cedric might not be a target," Lucy said happily.

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Lucy, Cedric is the third year. He doesn't need a little first year protecting him."

"Of course he does, everyone needs a friend sometime," Lucy said.

"Come'on you two, I wanna check something out tonight and we have to leave now if we'll get to the library before closing," Hermione pulled the other two along.

"Bye Cedric, feel better!"

Cedric turned to Alex with a bemused expression when they left, "I thought I was looking out for Lucy, but apparently I've got everything backwards."

Alex grinned, "Everything's always backwards with that girl."

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The rest of November passed quickly and soon they were approaching the Christmas season.

Lucy was certain that someone was after the stone, but she was also certain the someone wasn't Quirrell. Things were progressing fairly the same as last time, from the break in at Gringotts that she'd learned about through Blaise's paper and the troll on Halloween.

There had been a couple of incidents with Harry too that showed someone might be targeting him. Once, he'd been on the stairs when the next step suddenly disappeared and Harry was plummeting toward the ground floor at a terrifying rate. It had happened during one of the busiest times of the day and tons of students had shot spells at Harry, but she knew that Snape's whispered spell had been the one to save him, much like the Quidditch match the first time around.

Quirrell had been in a class so it couldn't have been him, but there were many students and professors around. Any of them were suspect to her.

Still, she'd gone to her next potions class with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She'd asked the house elves to allow her to use the ovens for an hour and they'd allowed it after many arguments.

Of course, Snape's reaction had been worth the elf arguments.

"What are those?" He demanded as she placed them onto his desk before class.

"Chocolate chip cookies. Don't worry, it's actually chocolate, not a raisin fake out," she'd grinned at him.

"Poisoned doubtlessly," he muttered.

She grabbed one of the plate and munched on it, "nope."

"Ten points from Hufflepuff for attempting to bribe a teacher," he snapped as he swirled away in a dramatic swoosh of robes.

She shrugged and headed to her seat. It didn't matter that he took points, she knew she did the polite thing by thanking him for saving the other version of herself.

Also on the line of things going the way they had the last time, she'd overheard Ron and Harry talking at the Gryffindor table about what could be hidden in the corridor. Unlike the original time though, they didn't have Hermione pushing them to go to the library to research and they seemed to have no idea what was going on.

She figured Harry would eventually hear enough clues to put the pieces together. Doubtlessly, Dumbledore would ensure he heard enough to go save the stone.

Lucy glanced over the letter in her hands again quickly.

Dear Lucy,

I'm glad to finally hear a reply from my previous letter. Your father and I only have you to hear from, so we aren't getting exactly bombarded from letters from children. It would be nice to hear from you more often.

I'm so glad the Nimbus has been working out. Keep up the good work at the practices and I'm sure it'll pay off come the next match.

I'd tell you to write more often, but I have a sinking feeling it would be pointless. Regardless, you will soon be home for holiday and we can catch up proper. We can't wait for you to be home again.

Remember to wear your dresses and do your hair nice once in a while.

Love,

Mum.

She smiled to herself. It felt nice to have parents who loved her and couldn't wait to see her.

It surprised her how much she missed them and was looking forward to going home over break. She'd been concerned she'd miss Hogwarts more, but she really felt like she was going to enjoy the holidays.

Certainly, she would miss Hogwarts and her friends like Blaise and Hermione, but she was going to spend time with her family.

Plus Carver had mentioned talking to her more about the angel stuff. She hadn't seen anymore demons, but just the thought of them was concerning to her.

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Lucy jumped off the train and smiled when she saw her parents waving at her. She ran and gave her mum a hug and then her dad.

"Hello there, missed us that much?" Her dad asked with a laugh.

"You have no idea," she muttered. Some deep part of her had worried they might not actually want her again after the long break, but their welcoming smiles soothed that.

She ran back over and hugged Blaise and Hermione goodbye despite Blaise's scrunched up face at the public display of affection. Mind you, his mum kissed everyone she met, but it held no true emotion. It was like shaking a hand. Showing actual feelings was utterly foreign to him.

Lucy smiled at his protests and gave him an extra squeeze.

She glanced around the platform. Harry was being guided away by a well dressed man with his hand in the small of Harry's back.

Something about the man's style reminded her of Lucius Malfoy.

Her mouth opened into a small "o" as she realized it was the swagger to his walk, as though the man expected others to bow before him.

It was the family who had taken in Harry after the Dursleys and she wondered again what a family like that had been teaching him.

Then she spotted Cedric and Alex and walked over to them. She gave Cedric a hug goodbye too. Images of his lifeless body constantly flashed through her mind.

Once, in the previous life, there had been a discussion at the Order Headquarters about seeing people die and about killing others. All of the old veterans like Moody or Shackelbolt had agreed there was something that lingered about the first person you saw die in front of you and couldn't protect as well as the first person you had to kill in a war.

To Lucy, Cedric was that first person she saw get killed and know it was because of her.

As she hugged him, she again promised that all this would be worth it because she'd change things.

Turning to Alex, she started the complicated handshake they had created. The boy grinned at the first year. He ruffled her hair quick before she ran back over with her family.

"Girl have a crush on you?" Cedric's dad asked as she walked away.

"Daaaddd, she's a little kid, she's eleven years old," Cedric blushed as he whined slightly.

His dad nodded sagely, "Of course, you're right. She is too young. I understand hero worship though. You taught her everything she knows about flying and now she looks up to you."

"Daaaddd…"

Lucy and her parents flooed back to Ogden Manor. Lucy still tumbled out of the fireplace. She scowled at the fireplace, which really wasn't fair since her stumble was her own fault.

"So how are classes going?" Her mother asked.

"Pretty good," Lucy said, "Hermione is top of almost every class in theory, but I'm top of Defense. And Draco is top of the class in potions class, and Blaise is top of Charms, but I'm top of Transfiguration."

"You have picked quite an impressive group of friends," her father said.

Mrs Ogden looked away from the clothing hook where she was storing their coats, "I've received a couple of letters from your Head of House."

Lucy looked up in surprise. The Dursleys had never mentioned letters home before, so she didn't realize Professor Sprout would send them.

"What'd the day?" She asked curiously.

Her parents shared a look, "Apparently you have been breaking some old customs by sitting at other tables for meals."

Lucy's shoulders squared, "There was no rule that I couldn't sit at other tables, I checked."

"And some letters about some of your adventures."

"If you are referring to the troll, I just did what I had to save Hermione," Lucy said.

"And a letter saying that you don't seem to get along the best with the other members of your house," her mother finished. Behind her, her father was still muttering something about the troll that sounded suspiciously like "why the groin though, of all the areas why the groin?"

At her mother's last statement, Lucy's shoulders sagged slightly and she looked away.

Her mother came and sat next to her.

"It's fine," Lucy muttered.

"Why don't they like you sweetheart?" Her mother pried gently.

"I don't think they dislike me, they just seem scared. Apparently, I don't always act like a Hufflepuff, so they aren't sure what to do with me. And sometimes I have Seer moment, and they think I'm either lying or just being weird," she was whispering by the end of it.

Her parents shared a look over her head. They were concerned about the Seer trances and what would happen if someone figured out the truth.

"Well I am glad that you have made friends," her mother said.

"And there's really nothing wrong with standing out," her father added.

"Really?" Lucy asked her parents.

They nodded. Her father added, "We've always stood out for being a bit different from some pure bloods. I don't have the patience to be emotionless and hide what I'm feeling. Much like the Weasleys tend to be the same."

The day was spent in a blur of fun activities. Lucy went with her parents into the woods that surrounded their manor to pick a Christmas tree. Her dad used magic to float it carefully into place. They carefully hung the glass decorations onto the tree.

Lucy felt loved and warm.

That evening, once everyone was in bed, she sat back up.

"Carver," she whispered.

Carver appeared on the stool next to her. His business suit was immaculate. He gave her beaming smile a gentle smile.

"Hey kid, what's up?" He asked.

"I haven't seen you in ages," she whispered.

He nodded, "I have been talking with as many other angels as I could find. Fear not, I've had you protected too."

"What did you find out?" She asked.

He looked over her shoulder, "Apparently, there have been no other reports of such a thing."

Lucy scowled, it was just like being the only one to survive the Killing Curse all over again.

"The angels are quite interested in what you might be able to do."

"Well it's not of their bloody business," she snapped.

Carver frowned at her, "Whether it is their business or not, they will be watching you now. If you choose to learn angel magic, you will be the first mortal we known of to do such a thing."

Lucy perked up at that, "Does that mean they think I could learn it?"

Carver gave a solemn nod.

"Great! When do we start training? This could definitely be a power Voldemort doesn't know," she said.

Carver held up a hand, "You do not know what you are agreeing to. There are consequences to learning angel magic."

"Like what?"

Carver leaned back in his chair, "Let me explain some about angels. We are not born, we are created, fully grown. At the time of our creation, each of us is given a single choicez we must pick then and cannot change our decision later if we regret it. We must pick to either be a light angel and serve Heaven or a fallen angel and serve the forces of Hell."

"Is the demon that I faced a fallen angel?" She asked.

"No, a fallen angel is much stronger. Demons are just beings created by the devil to carry out his work. The devil himself is a fallen angel. It has been many years since I fought a dark angel and I don't care to do it again anytime soon," Carver explained.

"Did you win?" She asked.

He paused before nodding, "Yes, I won. Regardless, if you chose to wield angel magic, you will also have a choice."

"Whether I wanna wield light magic or dark magic?" She asked.

"Yes, you will have to pick one. You will not have the freedom a regular human has to dabble in a little of everything. I cannot teach you dark magic or be in the presence of someone wielding dark angel magic. You must either chose to never learn angel magic or to learn light angel magic," he warned her.

"And it will affect my regular magic too?"

He nodded again, "Yes, you will not be able to perform dark magic even of the human kind. The dark arts will be lost to you. Further more, you will start to feel sick if someone casts dark magic on you. This can be a weakness. Dark animals will fear you and run away."

She considered it, "What are the benefits?"

"There are several benefits. It is a magic unknown to most wizards plus no other known wizard can use it. There would be few defenses to it. We do have offensive magic which you could use to defend yourself against the demons in ways your regular magic could not do. In addition, we have several strong illusion or transportation magics that you might find interesting. The ability to not be seen by people unless the have the Sight could be very useful."

Lucy considered it.

"Are werewolves considered dark?" She asked.

Carver nodded, "Because they are cursed. The magic to be a werewolf is harsh and abuses their body instead of helps. So are creatures like Vampires."

"So Remus couldn't be around me?" She asked.

Carver shook his head, "No, his wolf would be fearful or aggressive toward you, but if the man is strong, he can overcome that. Now if he bit you, your magic would probably kill you rather than turn you into a werewolf yourself."

Lucy started to say something, but Carver held up his hand.

"It is late, you need to get some sleep. It is not a decision you will make tonight. Think on it," he whispered.

With a wave of his hand, Lucy was falling asleep.

She did not see him again for several days, but the holidays kept her busy. Her mum took her to Diagon Alley for some shopping where she picked up some gifts.

Hermione would receive a book called, "The Care of Your Magical Library." Lucy was certain she would enjoy some of the protections spells such as preventing the pages of a book from getting wet.

For Blaise, Lucy had bought a container of a special hot chocolate mix. Blaise knew the dark skinned boy had a special addiction to chocolate. In addition, she bought a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans.

"I'll just mix his two favorites together," she told her mum

Deciding on a chocolate theme for this Christmas, she bought various other chocolates that she planned to send to other people. As she explored the candy shop, she spotted a set of chocolates shaped like different flowers such as roses. Without really thinking about it, she grabbed a lily from the stack.

"I think Professor Snape would like this. Lily's are his favorite flower," her mouth was speaking but her distant eyes and vague voice alerted Mrs Ogden to the fact her daughter was having a Seer moment. She cast a quick charm to avoid attention and leaned over her daughter.

Lucy suddenly snapped out of it and looked at the flower.

"Do you want to buy it for him, dear?" Her mother asked.

She shrugged, "He probably wouldn't appreciate it."

Her mother frowned, "Perhaps there are something more important about lilies than just them being his favorite flower for you to have a Seer moment about them?"

Lucy laughed nervously, "Mum, I have visions about the day's weather. I doubt there's anything special about this."

Her mother hummed but added the lily to the cart.

In no time at all, it was Christmas morning. Like every year, she always slept in slightly. She'd never quite developed the knack of waking up early after so many years of trying to sleep in Christmas mornings at the Dursleys to prevent the inevitable disappointment.

When she did wake up and head downstairs, she was thrilled at the pile of gifts under the tree. It was slightly larger than previous years and she suspected she would find several gifts from her friends in addition to the ones from her parents.

Despite being pleased with the various gifts including an expensive cloak from Blaise, a new book and sugar free candies from Hermione, and new clothes and a broom servicing kit from her parents, she was still a little disappointed to not find the invisibility cloak. Of course, it would make no sense for her to get it. Just like the holly wand, it belonged with Harry.

Despite that, a part of her still missed it.

The day was spent in a very enjoyable fashion. She convinced her dad to have a snowball fight with her while her mum watched from the safety of the porch.

Sunlight filtered through the trees. A sunny afternoon looked more like evening in the middle of the woods.

Lucy was looking through the woods for some special potions ingredients. Certain things could be found for much cheaper than they could be bought, and Lucy didn't have a trust fund with seemingly unlimited money this time around. Not to mention if she could start selling stuff.

As she walked, she looked down at her feet. Prints littered the ground.

Lucy frowned. She'd grown up on Privet Drive, and she knew nothing about tracking animals. Despite that, even she could tell that these weren't usual prints.

The long, thin marks criss crossed each other on the ground. It almost looked someone was holding a bunch of snakes and dragging them across the ground. The random perfect circles interspersed on the marks pointed to a different creature, but Lucy had no idea what it might be.

She decided to just ignore the marks on the ground.

"Point me bowtruckles," she whispered.

She followed the wand to a thick set of trees. Crawling up and down them and hanging off of branches were a colony of bowtruckles.

A grin broke out on her face.

She pulled the cup of wood live from her bag and held it out to them. The bowtruckles sniffed at it before rushing toward her.

She quickly sat the cup down and walked around the swarm of moving twigs. Walking to the tree, she spotted the soft glow of it.

"A glistening tree," she muttered.

She quickly started pulling leaves off and sticking them into a potions supply bag that she pulled out of her main bag. Skipping several branches, she was careful to not damage the actual tree.

"The potion shop should be willing to pay for these," she whispered as she held up the bag and turned to leave. The leaves from a bowtruckles tree that was within 50 yards of a magical home contained special magical properties.

As she turned around, a sudden rustle of the leaves caught her attention.

It sounded like something larger than another bowtruckle or a squirrel.

The unknown prints crossed her mind.

She started quickly backing through the forest, still watching the rustling bush.

A long tentacle shot out of the bush and starting waving through the air.

"Bloody hell," Lucy said several bad words as she turned and sprinted through the forest.

A glance over her back revealed a tentacle monster chasing her. It was impossibly fast despite looking like it belonged in the ocean.

"Carver!" She yelled as she realized what it might be.

Carver appeared in front of her looking like a proper warrior.

"Duck!" He yelled, already starting to wing his sword.

Lucy dropped like she was just sliding into first base and not avoiding being decapitated while a strange demon chased her.

She heard a wet sound and then a thud. Rolling onto her stomach, she looked behind her to see the tentacle monster separated into two pieces before it turned to dust and blew away.

"What was that?" She demanded.

"I won't give you the Hebrew name, we typically just call it the squid demon," Carver replied as he wiped his sword on a bunch of tall grass.

"Of course, squid demon, why not?" Lucy muttered to herself as she collapsed into the soft dirt beneath her.

After a pause, she turned back to Carver.

"I've made my decision. I want to learn light angel magic."