Authors Note: I would like to dedicate this chapter in loving memory to my papa (grandfather) Jeffery Batchelor. January 9, 1948 to June 17, 2004. Te amo, Papa! I would also like to dedicate this chapter to Jacent and Florence Secrets, my secret sister. Love you all! Kisses.

Chapter Three: Ali's Secret

"I don't like him," was the first thing that Bobby said when they got out of Potions classroom.

"I don't know; he didn't seem too bad," Destiny said hesitantly.

"What?! He was really taking the mickey out of Wil?! Des, how could you say such a thing?" Dream demanded.

"Well, I didn't know a lot of the things he was talking about! I learned quite a bit."

"Come round my Aunt Ginny's house sometime; she's a Healer. She'll teach you more then the slimy git knows, and more then you care to." Dream replied.

"Really? Your aunt's a Healer? What's a Healer?"

"Yes, my aunt, Wil, Mel and Ali's mother. And…er…a Healer is like...er, what do Muggles call those things? Oh, yes, doctors. But the don't chop up people. They heal them."

"Oh."

"Yes. Look!" Dream said, pointing to a paper. "Quidditch sign ups! Think you'll try out Wil?"

At this Ali looked up. Quidditch. Her favorite sport. No one knew she liked Quidditch, let alone played it. Her family all thought that she was a girlie girl. But she wasn't. She loved Quidditch more then anything. No one knew she played…except Cameron Weasley, Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur's son. He taught her how to play. He'd helped her when she was younger, but now he was nineteen, and wasn't around as much.

Ali wanted to try out, but she knew there wasn't a chance that Mel or Wil would let her play. Remembering the letter that Cameron had written to her that summer she almost smiled.

Ali

Hey, I hear you got accepted to Hogwarts! Go Ali! Gonna try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team? And don't look that way, Ali, you know you'll be in Gryffindor. You better try out, or all my hard work would have been for nothing. Not that you did any of the work.

Anyway, Ali, you and I both know that hell could freeze over and Wil and Mel would still pitch a fit if you tried out. Don't take their crap. Try out! You're good, and you know it. I know it.

Try out, little one,

Cameron Weasley

"Ali? Earth to Ali! Ali, hello?" Destiny said waving her arm.

"Huh? What?"

"Isn't he cute?!" Mel interrupted Destiny.

"Who?" Ali asked.

"Weston Wood!" replied Mel.

"Weston Wood?" Destiny asked.

"Who names their kid Weston?" Ali asked, though she had to admit the third year Mel was pointing at was quite good looking, what with his short spiked black hair, with dark chocolate pools for eyes.

"Obviously Oliver and Katie Wood," replied Wil.

"Oliver Wood? The Oliver Wood?! Puddlemere United Oliver Wood?" Ali asked.

"Yes, how do you know, Ali?" Wil raised his eye brow.

"Cameron told me." Ali said.

"Sure."

It was now or never. If she wanted to be on the team, or even a chance she had to do it now. Not later, now.

Making up her mind, she picked up her quill, and wrote Ali Potter. Turning and running back to Gryffindor Tower, not wanting to be seen out of bed at midnight.

Looking up at the stars she silently hoped… don't let them get mad, please!

Going over her Potions homework the next day, Ali was happy that she hadn't been caught yet.

"Ali! Let's go to lunch!"

"All right, Mel, hold your hippogriffs!"

As the two girls went to the Great Hall, Weston Wood came over with a smile on his face. Ali had never before noticed his dimples. They were actually rather attractive.

"Which one of you is Ali?" he asked.

"I am," Ali replied.

"I saw that you're trying out for the Quidditch team, and I look forward to it."

"WHAT?!"

Ali spun around to see Wil walking towards her.