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Chapter 8: Gryffindor's Quidditch Team

            All six children jumped at the sound of breaking glass and china, while their parents seemed oblivious to it. They were staring at Elizabeth, one with an expression of fear, the other with anxiety. An eerie silence filled the room for about thirty seconds. Mr. Peterson spoke first.

            "Harry Potter?"

            Elizabeth eyed her parents warily. "That is what he said his name was."

            "As in The-Boy-Who-Lived?" Mrs. Peterson whispered.

            "Mom, I didn't ask him his life story, but I am pretty sure that there is only one Harry Potter."

            "Well, why not?" Matthew jumped in.

            Elizabeth looked confused. "What are you talking about, Matthew?"

            "Why didn't you ask him his life story? I would have. Did you see his scar?"

            Elizabeth gave him a nasty glare. "I am sure that he has had enough people staring at his scar. Besides, his hair covered his forehead. You didn't see it, did you?"

            "No, but I was not looking for it. How did you react? I would have pissed my pants."

            "Matthew!"

            "Sorry Mom, but I would have. I mean he's famous!"
            Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "He's famous because someone tried to kill him. I would love to be famous for that," she replied sarcastically. "So what if he is 'famous!' He is just a normal teenager, so I acted like I would if I met someone new!"

            Matthew persisted. "What…"
            "That is enough!" Mrs. Peterson slammed her hands on the table. "Clear you place, all of you."

            All of her children rose with their dinner dishes and hurried to the kitchen.

            After all the dishes, the kitchen, and dining room were clean, Elizabeth tried to escape to her room, her haven. As she passed her father's office, she heard her parents arguing. If this was normal, she would not have stopped to press her ear up to the door to hear better.

            "John, I knew it! I just knew that if we came back here, this would happen!" She sounded hysterical.

            "Maggie, calm down. Making yourself frantic will not help the situation. I needed to come back. I made a promise to myself that if Dark Magic should ever return, I would help in the fight against it. I became the Ambassador so I could come back to help. It took me a year, and now that I am here, my family doesn't support me. He killed my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… And yours, don't you remember?"

            "Of course I remember! How could I forget? Elizabeth and Matthew were just about to be born, and my grandmother retold the prophesy to me, to remind me of what was to come. Speaking of it, what about Elizabeth? She will be attending that school with him!"

            "We cannot really do anything, Maggie."

            Elizabeth heard her mother start to protest.

            "We cannot do anything about that," her father repeated, firmly. "So what if they met! She is making new friends."

            "Not him! If they get to close… What about the…"

            "She is not in danger right now. She just met him. Voldemort…Maggie you are going to have to start getting used to that name. I am in the Order. As I was saying, Voldemort has not been seen since his duel at the Ministry with Dumbledore. Arthur tells me they are very close to catching the rest of the Death Eaters, than it will only be a matter of time before we catch him."

            "But what about Elizabeth's safety?"
            "Maggie, she is at school with Dumbledore. He knows about the prophesy. He assured me that no harm will come to her there.

            "John, all I am saying is that the first part of the prophesy is true. Now she meets HIM, the boy who conquered death. What about that?"

            "Don't worry about that right now. They just met. For all we know they might detest each other. Maggie please don't worry right now."

            Elizabeth heard her father kiss her mother's forehead. She knew the conversation was over, so she walked to room. The freshly painted yellow walls reflected the setting sun as it shone through the bay windows. Elizabeth fell onto her window seat and looked out at the trees hiding the pond. She wondered what her parents had been talking about. It was obviously about the prophesy her great-grandmother predicted about her. She knew that the birthmark on her right shoulder had something to do with it, but she did not know what the big deal was. Was there more to the prophesy? If there was, how come her mother never told her? It is about her. Why was her meeting Harry Potter such a problem? She thought he was a pretty nice guy, a little shy, but nice enough. Why was her mother so worried about her safety?

            All of these thoughts raced through her mind as Elizabeth replayed her parents' conversation. I'll find out, Elizabeth thought, I always do. As her father said, it will only be a matter of time.

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            The rest of the summer flew by for Harry. He ended up taking his apparition test and passed. Hermione and Ron were right, the test was easy. He and Ron had fun scaring Hermione and Ginny by apparating near them while they were alone. They only stopped when Mrs. Weasley yelled because she was sick of hearing the girls scream and yell.

            They made their Diagon Alley trip a week before they left for Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione, and Harry apparated, while Mrs. Weasley and Ginny used the Floo Network. They met at the entrance to Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron. From there, the five of them made their way to Gringotts Bank, where Harry, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley all took out money from their vaults. Hermione's parents gave her a vault with some money for an early eighteenth birthday present. Harry was thrilled that the Weasley vault had more money than the last time he had seen it. Ron later told him that Mr. Weasley had received a large raise. Harry was pleased to hear this. He always felt bad that he had a small fortune from his parents, and the Weasleys hardly had enough money to buy books.

            After Gringotts, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny went to Madame Malkins for new robes. Harry and Ron went to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George's joke shop. Hermione decided that she needed new quills and parchment. She told them that she did not want to take any part in troublemaking this year; she was Head Girl. Fred and George spotted Ron and Harry browsing and insisted that they pick out what ever they wanted and it would be on the house.

            Loaded with dungbombs, fireworks, and snackboxes, Harry and Ron went to find Hermione to go to Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Passing Quidditch Quality Supplies, Harry stopped suddenly, causing Hermione to run right into him.

            "Harry, why did you stop?" she complained, but Harry was not paying any attention.

            "Ron, look." He was looking at the display window and Ron followed his gaze, promptly dropping all of his packages. Hermione looked surprised and spun around to see what they were entranced by. She rolled her eyes. The two young men walked slowly to the window.

            Ron whispered, "Are those them?"

            Hanging in the window were four sets of Quidditch robes, each a color of one of the four Hogwarts houses. Harry and Ron were staring at the red and gold set of robes, Gryffindor's colors. Harry read the sign.

            "New for the 2003-2004 Hogwarts Quidditch Season. These newly designed aerodynamic uniforms provide more mobility and comfort. The sleek design enhances appearance and allows players to reach maximum speed with minimum wind resistance. The material repels moisture. Charmed to have players name on the back.

            "Harry, we have new uniforms! This is amazing!"

            "Our uniforms were getting old. These are incredible!"

            "There is no way Slytherin is going to beat us now!"

            Hermione sighed. "Are you two finished drooling? I would really like a sundae."

            "Chill, we are just admiring…"

            "I know. Now, let's go."
            "All we need now is two chasers and beater," Harry said as he reluctantly turned away from the display. Unfortunately, someone was coming out of the store at the same time and they collided, causing both to fall.

            "Harry, you alright?"
            "Liza!"

            Harry turned his head to see who Liza was and found himself staring into a pair of familiar blue eyes.

            "Oh, Elizabeth, are you okay?" Hermione said as she helped the girl to her feet.

            "Fine, I just love to be knocked down. Could I have my broom, please?"

            Harry, in the process of standing, picked up the fallen broomstick. He handed it to Elizabeth. Ron had a confused expression on his face. Seeing this, Elizabeth explained, "I am hoping to try out for a spot on a house team."
            "You play?" Harry asked incredibly.

            Elizabeth turned to him, a nasty look on her face.

            "Liza," a voice warned. A tall, blond man turned to face Harry. "You are looking at the girl who set the records for most goals in a game and season at Whitehall!"

            "Really?" Ron looked impressed.

            Harry discreetly looked at Elizabeth. She would be perfect for one of the chaser positions. Granted she was a little tall, but so was Angelina Johnson. She had the build and agility. If Elizabeth played anything like Angelina, and if she became a Gryffindor, this season would be great!

            Harry was brought back to the present with a push.

            "Mary Anne! Michael!" The man next to Elizabeth was frowning at two little curly haired blondes with big brown eyes. "You know better than to push someone out of the way. Apologize to the young man."

            The two toddlers turned to Harry with solemn eyes. "Sorry." Then they jumped into the man's arms, who was smiling now. The man turned to face Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

            "I am very sorry for my children's rudeness, especially Elizabeth's, who has neglected to introduce me. I am John Peterson, her father, and these two devils are her siblings."

            Hermione nodded, "I am very pleased to meet you Ambassador Peterson. I read an article about you. It was enlightening." Behind her back, Harry and Ron rolled their eyes. "I am Hermione Granger, Head…"

            Mr. Peterson laughed, "Head Girl, yes congratulations. Elizabeth told us. It is Mr. Peterson; the Ambassador thing makes me feel above people. I don't like that." He turned to Ron. "You must be Arthur's son, Ron. You look just like him. He has told me many good things about you."

            Ron's face reddened and he mumbled, "Thank you, sir."

            As Mr. Peterson turned to Harry, a tall curly haired blonde woman made her way through the crowd. When she spotted Elizabeth and Mr. Peterson, her face tightened and she strengthened her hold on a middle-aged blonde boy and girl. "We have been looking for you everywhere! You just left us! Where's Matthew?"

            Mr. Peterson pointed to the door of the Quidditch store. "Picking out a new broom."

            "John! I have been worried sick that they had disappeared. Than Mary Anne and Michael ran off while I was trying to pull Samuel and Sarah away from the joke shop, and I am carrying all these bags. I needed a little help, to say the least." Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Elizabeth's robes. "Why are you so filthy? Did you roll around in the street? And why does she have a broom, John? I thought she was not going to play this year. It is what we agreed on!"

            "What! Not play? I never agreed to that!" Elizabeth looked sick at the thought of not playing Quidditch.

            "Elizabeth, dear, it is your last year and…"

            Mr. Peterson cut in, "Yes, Maggie, her last year." He emphasized the last three words.

            "Alright. Fine. You win, but why are you so dirty?

            Elizabeth bit her bottom lip. "Well, I…"

            Harry stepped forward. "It is all my fault, ma'am. I was not paying attention when I turning away from the window display and I bumped into her. I am really sorry, but I can fix it. Cleansify." A yellow dust-like light came out of the tip of his wand and circled Elizabeth. When it disappeared, her robes were clean.

            The woman beamed. "That was wonderful. Could you teach her that? She is always muddy."

            "Mom, please."

            "Well, you are. By the way, I am Maggie Peterson."

            "Nice to meet you. I am Harry Potter."

            Mrs. Peterson's parcels fell to the ground. Matthew, who had walked out of the Quidditch store moments before, was sprawled on the ground, having tripped on a particularly large package. The four young ones looked at Harry in wonder.

            Well, Harry, nice to meet you.  Maggie, why don't we take the young ones to help us pick out Matthew and Elizabeth's birthday present? Come on troop." He had to physically turn his wife around. She snapped out of her trance and bent to pick up her dropped packages. As they disappeared through the crowd, Elizabeth spoke, "I am so sorry, Harry…"

            Matthew turned his gaze from his retreating family to Harry. "Harry Potter?"

            Elizabeth kicked him in the shin. "Don't you start!"
            "Sorry, we were never introduced, Elizabeth. I just wanted to know if this was the guy at the pond, geez."

            "Sure you did," Elizabeth muttered. "And yes, this is the Harry I met at the pond."

            "Well, it is nice to meet you. I'm Matthew, her twin brother, but you can't tell we are twins. She is the only one of us with brown hair and blue eyes."

            Harry smiled. "You are going into sixth year, right?" Matthew nodded. "By the way, this is my friend Ron Weasley."

            Matthew turned to Ron. "Does your whole family have red hair and freckles?"

            Ron winced and nodded. "Every single one of us."

            "I think I saw your mom and sister near the robe shop. Are they here?"

            "Yeah, buying Ginny, that's my sister, new robes."

            Someone ran into Hermione, who was pushed into Ron. "Sorry, Ron. We are blocking the road. Why don't we move? Oh, Elizabeth, we were going to go to get a sundae before Harry knocked you down." Harry gave her a stare. She laughed. "Well you did. Would you and Matthew like to join us?"

             Matthew snickered, "Pass up ice cream? Elizabeth. Never."

            "Shut up Mattie."

            "What ever you say Lizzie."

            Elizabeth punched him, than sped up to join Hermione, leaving the three boys behind.

            "She has the biggest ice cream fetish of anyone I know. It is one of her few weaknesses," Matthew supplied.

            Harry grinned. "So do I."

            When everyone settled down with his or her ice cream, the talk turned to Quidditch.

            "Is what your dad said true? Did you set the school record?" Ron spoke between bites of his parfait.

            Elizabeth nodded, but since her mouth was full, Matthew answered for her. "Yeah, and she set her first record in her first year, being the youngest chaser that Grantor ever had. She beat her own record every year."

            "Wow. That is amazing! Harry was also a first year when he was picked for Gryffindor's team. The youngest player in a century." Hermione bragged. "And the only time he didn't catch the snitch was when he…"

            "Hermione! Stop!" Ron shot her a look.

            "Well, it's true." Hermione justified.

            Harry lowered his head, blushing.

            Elizabeth laughed at Harry's modesty. "If I was you, Harry, I would be parading those facts around."

            "It's no big deal, really."

            Matthew looked shocked. "No big deal, the youngest player in a century? You've got to be kidding. That is amazing! You must be great!"

            Hermione and Ron sneaked glances at Harry and replied together, "He is."

            "Shut up guys!"

            Elizabeth smiled. "Well, still, that is pretty great. Ron, do you play?"

            "Yea az a cesher."

            They burst out laughing.

            "You might want to swallow before you try to speak there, Ron. You need a translator with Ron while he eats."

            "I said that I am a keeper. For two years," Ron said before he stuffed another bite into his mouth.

            Harry pushed away his empty dish. "Matthew, did you play at Whitehall?"

            "Yeah, a beater."

            "Mattie, you left out a very important fact," Elizabeth said trying to keep a straight face.

            "No, I did not Lizzie. I just choose not to mention it."

            "Right, you want them to know, you just don't want to sound like your promoting yourself." Matthew made a face at her. She laughed. "I'll tell them then. He was also chosen in his first year to play beater."

            Hermione looked awed. "Quidditch must be in your family."

            Elizabeth nodded. "Our dad played keeper for Gryffindor when he attended Hogwarts."

            "Gryffindor?" Harry tried to keep his excitement down. ""What kind of house were you in at Whitehall?"

            Matthew laughed. "Harry, you must be really serious about Quidditch. Recruiting players when they haven't even started school."

            Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry is always serious about Quidditch. He was captain last year and will be this year, too."

            "No, this year Ron and I will be co-captains," he corrected her. He turned back to Matthew and Elizabeth. "So, about Whitehall."

            Elizabeth tried not to laugh. "Dad said that Grantor is the American equivalent of Gryffindor."

            "Great! I mean maybe you will be sorted into Gryffindor."

            "Oh, we will. All Peterson's have been, plus my mom was, so that heightens our chances.

            "Well, if you are, will you join the team?"

            Elizabeth looked skeptical. "I'm not sure. How do I know if you are good? I will only try out if you are a good team."

            Harry looked hurt and amazed.

            "Harry, she is just playing with you. She will join because Elizabeth not playing Quidditch is like saying the sun doesn't set."

            "Shut up Matthew. So, Harry, about your team."

            "Well, there is me, seeker, and Ron, keeper. His sister Ginny is one chaser. She is really good. Then another seventh year, Seamus Finnigan, is a beater. He is a real match for the bludgers. If you two join, all we would have to do is find another chaser, which won't be hard, because Angelina Johnson's little sister, Arina, is starting her second year. She tried out last year, but we had Ginny and two seventh years. Arina is by far, amazing, so she is guaranteed a spot. We were undefeated last year, and won the Quidditch Cup, and the House Cup. This year is going to be great if you two join the team." He smiled at them, hopefully.

            Elizabeth looked to be thinking it over. "We will think about it."

            "Shut up Elizabeth. Of course we will join the team, Harry."

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A/N: It took forever to update. The site was always busy and it was making me really mad. This was a long chapter. Really pointless in the middle, but oh well. Hope you enjoyed. Please let me know what you think. Suggestions, comments, complaints, anything. Thanks!