Sailor Witches

Chapter 3

Quidditch Tickets

I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon.

Lydia was laying her stomach in the den looking at her good look charms when the post came. She called to Madam Indigo, but she was not around. Grunting, she got up and went to the door and picked up the post. She went through it and found some of it was for her.

"Darien, Serena, Lita," she said, going through the letters and parcels. "They remembered my birthday."

Lydia opened Serena's letter first. A golden chain with a lion's head fell out of the envelope. She smiled at it and put it on before reading Serena's letter.

Lydia,

I thought this necklace would be perfect for you since you're a Leo! I hope you like it.

I got a new job at Mrs. Baker's jewelry store. It's tons of fun.

I broke up with Darien at the beginning of summer. He wouldn't be able to spend time with me now that he's been promoted. It's all right though. I'll be fine. I know it was the right thing to do.

I miss you and hope to see you soon!

Love,

Serena.

Lydia rubbed her head, "she broke up with Darien?" she sighed. "They'll get back together before the summer's over.

She opened Darien's present.

Lydia,

Happy birthday! I hope you like these earrings I got you. I got them at the jewelry store Serena started working at.

I hope you're doing well.

Darien

Lydia looked at the earrings. They were pink flowers. She smiled and put them on and thought of Fiore. Flowers reminded of her Fiore. Her heart ached for him, but after saying goodbye to him for the second time she felt better. She knew they would meet again soon. She opened the cards from her other friends and smiled as she thought of them.

"I hope they're all okay," Lydia sighed and flipped through to the next card. It looked different from the others. It was a green envelope with gold lettering. On the back it had the seal of a gold ball with silver wings. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged as she opened the mysterious letter.

Dear Miss MacGreggor,

Congratulations! You have won free tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. Ireland vs. Bulgaria! Because your father played Seeker for the Ballycastle Bats, we have saved eight tickets for you and six friends. The game is August 25 afternoon in Essex

Ludo Bagman

Department of Magical Games

Lydia blinked several times and looked over the letter. She giggled. "Quidditch…heh-heh…never heard of it. Must be some kind of a joke!"

"What is?" Madam Indigo inquired as she walked in.

"Look what I got in the post!" she chortled, holding up her letter as she leapt to her feet and handed it to Madam Indigo. "Have you ever heard such nonsense? Honestly."

Madam Indigo's eyes widened, "Ludo Bagman, you idiot!"

"What, you know this guy?"

"This isn't a joke, Lydia," Madam Indigo said firmly as she handed her the letter and rubbed her head. "There's a such thing as a Quidditch World cup—your dad played for the Ballycastle Bats—that's why you have the tickets."

"My dad played for them?" Lydia inquired, looking at the letter again, "he's a—Quidditch player?"

"He's been a professional Quidditch player for years." Madam Indigo explained. "He could be playing at the world cup if—if the Ministry of Magic hadn't…" She groaned, "I can't believe this. You're not supposed to know!"

"Hadn't what?" Lydia demanded, "What's going on? What am I not supposed to know?"

"Lydia, dear, it's your parents," Madam Indigo sighed, "they're not dead."

"Not…dead?" Lydia sunk in her chair. "But—you've always told me that they died in an accident."

"That's your parents told me to tell you when they took them."

"Who did?"

"They didn't want you to know the truth of what really happened to them."

"Well, I want to know what happened to them so you'd better tell me now!" Lydia shrieked, "Where are my parents?"

Madam Indigo sighed, turned around and walked to a trunk with a lock on it. "Prison."

"Prison?" Lydia echoed, "you mean to say, my parents are criminals?"

"They were framed," Madam Indigo stated. She pulled a wooden wand out of her pocket and pointed it at the lock. "Reserabilis!"

Lydia jumped up, "how'd yeh do that?"

"I'm a witch," Madam Indigo answered as she searched through the trunk.

"A witch? How come yeh never told me?"

"I couldn't risk yeh getting yer memory back," Madam Indigo explained. She pulled out a binder and a small photo album and walked to Lydia. "Sit down. I have something to show you."

"What're those?" Lydia inquired, pointing at the items.

"Well, I keep Daily Prophet clippings in here," Madam Indigo explained.

"What?"

She opened the binder, "Daily Prophet—the Wizarding Newspaper. Here, I'll show you your parents."

She turned to a clipping of nine young men in black robes with a red bat on the chest. They were grinning and holding broomsticks. Madam Indigo pointed to a short and thin young man with light brown hair and indigo eyes that matched Lydia's. He was holding a gold ball with silver wings. "That's your father," she said, "Kenneth MacGreggor."

"Hey," Lydia said, "he's holding the ball from the seal on the letter."

"Yes, that's the Snitch."

"The what?"

"His position is the Seeker," Madam Indigo explained, "He's supposed to catch it to end the game. He was the best Seeker Ireland's ever had. He was so fast to find it in every game."

"So how did he end up in prison then if he was so good?" Lydia demanded.

"I told you," Madam Indigo reminded, "He did nothing. He was framed."

"Did someone like…put stolen goods in his locker or something?" Lydia asked. "Or said he cheated?"

"Your father never cheated on one game," Madam Indigo insisted, "even though many people think he did. They didn't believe he found the Snitch that quickly on just luck."

Lydia looked at the picture again and read the article about Ballycastle Bats. She turned the next page to see more photos of her dad. One of them had him pretending to kiss a fruit bat.

"Why is my dad trying to kiss a fruit bat?" she inquired, making a face.

"Oh, that's their mascot, Barney." Madam Indigo smiled. "That's after they won another game."

She went through the pages, reading more about her father's old team. After more pages she found a picture of her dad lying on the ground unable to move, his teammates all around him. She gasped and looked at the heading: MACGREGGOR INJUGRED IN GAME.

Lydia read on. In the 1984 game of the Ballycastle bats verses the Wimbourne Wasps, he took a Bludger in the head and had a fall of thirty feet from his broom. He had to be rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Lydia gasped when she recognized a name.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit him," says Ludo Bagman, "I only wanted to distract him."

"Ludo Bagman hit my dad!" Lydia growled. "How dare he!"

"He was a Beater," Madam Indigo said, "A beater is supposed to keep bludgers away from their team."

"A what? Beater—that sounds so—mean!"

"I know, it sounds worse than it is but all a beater has to do is protect his team from the bludgers by knocking them to the other team." She sounded calmer now. "And that's what Ludo Bagman was trying to do. He and Bagman were friends, even though they played for different teams. It was an accident and people are likely to get hurt in Quidditch. It was the first time your father ever got injured in a game. I was there when it happened," Madam Indigo said, "You were as well."

"I was?"

--

"Have fun, Daddy," Four-year-old Lydia said to her dad as he went into the locker room.

"Come on, Lydia," her mother said, tugging on her hand. "Let's go to our seats."

It was a very windy day, which was terrible for Quidditch playing conditions. Nevertheless, the game went on. Lydia laughed happily while waving a black flag with a red bat on it, signing, "Bats, bats, bats, bats!"

The Chasers had to throw the Quaffle harder do to the wind. Then the rain came pouring down. Kenneth was looking around for the snitch, waiting for his luck to kick in. But it didn't happen this time.

A Bludger came flying to one of the Wimbourne Chasers.

"I got it, mate!" Bagman cried, soaring to the Bludger as his teammate swooped to avoid it. Bagman looked up to Kenneth who was just hovering in midair, waiting for the snitch to fly by him. He knew that Kenneth was always fast to dodge bludgers and Kenneth would even dare him to knock bludgers his way just so he can show off his quick moves. Grinning, he smacked the Bludger, aiming for it to fly a couple of his inches, expecting him to duck and say, "nice one, Bagman!" as he always did when they played together.

But Kenneth did something Bagman didn't expect. As the Bludger came flying to him, Kenneth came up in the air about a foot. The wind made the Bludger move faster and Kenneth didn't even see it coming when the Bludger smashed into his temple. Bagman gasped and dropped his bat. He didn't mean to hit Kenneth.

"MacGreggor—I'm sorry!" he said, "Are you okay?"

Kenneth pulled his hand to his head and the wind knocked him off balance. Unable to hold on his broom anymore, he fell off, heading for the ground. It happened so quickly most of ht people didn't see what was happening. Bagman blinked and sat on his broom in disbelief. What if he killed him? He watched him spin as he fell. Bagman shook his head and flew as quickly as his broom could take him in hopes to catch MacGreggor before he hit the ground.

"Come on, you stupid broom, move!" Bagman hissed, fighting the wind.

The wind was bringing MacGreggor down, faster than Bagman could fly. He crashed into the ground before Bagman could get within five feet of him.

"No!"

Lydia gasped and dropped her flag. "Daddy! Oh no, Mommy. Daddy's hurt!"

"Kenneth!" Lydia's mother cried.

Bagman landed on the ground and squatted next to Kenneth's body. "MacGreggor, can you hear me?"

The rest of the players quit playing when they saw Bagman with Kenneth. They flew town to them.

"What happened?" asked one of the Chasers for the Bats.

"It was an accident," Bagman muttered, "I was expecting him to duck. I was aming over his head, not through it!"

"You hit him?" demanded the Keeper.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit him!" Bagman cried, "I only meant to distract him!"

Kenneth's wife, Iris came onto the grass. "Let me see him!" she cried, "I'm a healer for St. Mungo's!"

She got down next to him and examined him. People brought out a stretcher and for him right away and he was sent to St. Mungos. He never played for the Bats again.

--

"I don't remember it," Lydia mumbled. "I don't remember anything."

"It was a long time ago," Madam Indigo said, "after it…happened…well, when your parents went to prison, you had nightmares so I had to modify your memory sometimes."

"My memory? Lydia gasped. "You…you played around with my memory?"

"Dear, you were nearly going insane after your parents went to prison. You were screaming in your sleep. You ran away a few times, looking for them and you were spending hours in the sewers, looking for…for him."

"Him who?" Lydia demanded. "You're not making any sense, Madam Indigo!"

Madam Indigo groaned. She didn't know where to start. She groaned and took the binder from Lydia. "I may find the article here. There was a very, very bad wizard before you were born. He killed many people. He had followers and one of them was the reason your parents are in prison."

"What's his name?"

"Peter Petigrew," she said, turning to a page. "He used to be friends with James and Lilly Potter. He had them killed."

"I don't understand."

"Well, there is a school for witches and wizards," Madam Indigo said, "it's called Hogwarts. Peter met James and Lilly there, along with Remus and Sirius. After their years in school, this dark wizard started looking for followers and he found them. One of them was Peter Petigrew. He betrayed Lily and James, handed them over to—to—You-Know-Who."

"But I don't know who!" Lydia exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Madam Indigo said, "this wizard is so evil we don't' even speak his name. His name's Voldemort." She shivered at it. "I hate saying it. I shouldn't be afraid of speaking his name, but you'd understand if you knew the things he's done. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed the Lily and James Potter. He tried to kill their son, Harry but…he somehow survived. I think because Lily died to save Harry, she must've had him under a spell to protect him."

Lydia looked down at the picture of a boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, "so, this is Harry?"

"Yes."

"He looks…familiar." Lydia mumbled, rubbing her head. "But I…can't remember how."

"You saw him a few times," Madam Indigo said, "in passing. But he doesn't know he's famous, well, I imagine now but not then. After his parents were killed he had to live with his non-magical Aunt and Uncle."

"So, Peter was caught, right?"

"No. People think he's dead," Madame Indigo turned the next page. "He pinned the blame on Sirius Black. Sirius cornered Peter in the street and Peter told everyone that it was Sirius that betrayed Lily and James and he blew his own finger off and killed thirteen people around him. Peter was an animagus—he could change to a rat at will. Then he escaped to the sewers."

"So, Sirius was sent to prison then?" Lydia inquired.

"Yes."

"But—he—he didn't do anything. How come?"

"He didn't even get a trial. He spent 13 years in Azkaban," she explained. "Azkaban is the prison for wizard criminals. Now, after your father recovered from his accident in the Quidditch game, your mother wouldn't let him play Quidditch again. He wouldn't even be able to play, now that he's partially blind in that eye."

"He's going blind?"

"No, he won't go totally blind," Madame Indigo assured. "You see, your mother is a healer for St. Mungo's hospital. Your father was in a deep sleep for weeks and when he woke up, the vision in his left eye was black. But your mother was able to correct it a bit. It's only a little hazy now. The Bats were really upset. Your dad was an excellent Seeker. But it wasn't just his eye, he broke his back when he landed so he wouldn't be able to ride a broom the way he used too. But your family was already well off you you didn't have to worry about money."

"What do you mean, well of?" Lydia demanded.

"Lydia, your father was a famous Quidditch Player!" Madam Indigo laughed. "He was for decades. Do you know how much they make? They make thousands! You weren't always a poor peasant girl, you were rich!"

"I—I was?"

"Yes. You had a manor and everything," Madam Indigo said. "Your father got to spend more time at home with you. Then his great uncle, one of the governors for Hogwarts, died and your dad took his place. Your dad didn't really want it, but he took the job anyway and that's where everything went wrong."

"How do you mean?"

"People thought your parents were Sirius Black's accomplice."

"But Black's innocent—you just said so!"

"Yes, I know he is," Madam Indigo said, "your parents did too and they tried to prove it but you see, everyone thought Black was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. They thought he was a murderer. Your parents went to visit Black in prison a lot. Black told them everything what happened. Your dad said he'd look for Peter. He searched the sewers for rats trying to find Peter and when he found that one was just an ordinary rat; he would transfigure it into a cat or something. You sometimes helped your dad search for Peter."

"We have to find the rat," Lydia mumbled incoherently.

"Huh?"

--

Kenneth MacGreggor had cages of rats set up along the wall. Lydia looked up at them. "Daddy, why do you have so many rats?"

"Remember Lydia, how I told you there are some wizards that can change into animals?" Kenneth asked her.

"Yes I do," Lydia answered.

"There is a very, very big rat I'm trying to find," Kenneth explained. "I'm looking for a wizard that changes into a rat. This wizard was even like a rat when he was alive. He did very sneaky, bad things. It's because of him that Uncle Sirius is in prison. If we find the rat that did this to him, we can set him free. We have to find the rat, Lydia. We have to find the rat."

"I want to help!" Lydia cried. "I can help find the rat."

"Are you sure?" Kenneth asked. "It can be dangerous."

"But Uncle Sirius is a good guy. He would never do those things the ministry said he did. Let's find that big, stupid ugly rat!"

--

"I have to find the rat," Lydia muttered, putting her hand to her head. "I have to find the rat. Have to find the rat!" She jumped to her feet and ran for the door. "Gotta get to the sewers—I have to find the rat! Find the rat! Kill the rat!"

"Lydia, wait!" Madam Indigo went after her and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. "Stop!"

Lydia continued chanting, "I have to find the rat! I have to find the rat!" over and over, sounding like a broken record.

Madam Indigo picked her up and pushed her into the sofa. She reached up her hand and slapped her across the face.

"I have to find the—ow!"

"Sorry, Lydia," Madam Indigo said, "but I didn't have much of a choice. You lost it again."

"I did?"

"Yes. You see, you almost lost your mind in the sewers when your father brought you down there all the time to look for Petigrew," Madam Indigo explained. "Well, of course you would if you spent hours on in the sewers, searching for rats. Your dad saw what it was doing to you and would try to keep you in your room but you would go mad and say that you have to find the rats. Even when you came to me you would run off and break into the sewers to look for rats. You searched the pet stores and everything. All you could think about was searching for the rat. That is why I had to modify your memory, to keep you from losing your mind anymore."

"I have a big headache," Lydia answered. "But I still don't know how my parents got to Azkaban."

"The ministry was coming with stupid evidence that they were accomplices to Black," Madam Indigo explained. "You see, when your mother was in Hogwarts, Sirius liked her. Lily was a good friend with your mother. Lily thought of her as a big sister. Black would ask Lily about her, trying to see if she liked him."

"Why couldn't he just do that himself?" she inquired.

"Because of her brothers," Madame Indigo smiled, "they were very protective of their little sister and Sirius was scare of them."

--

When Lily Evens was an ickle-firsty at Hogwarts and muggleborn, the Slytherins gave her a hard time.

"Hey Evans," hissed a Slytherin girl that looked like Medusa. "Aren't you in the wrong school?"

Some of her girlfriends giggled. "Yeah, isn't it supposed to be the Mudblood Academy?"

Lily gasped, hugging her books. "You take that back!"

"Why?" she said. "It's the truth!"

"Watch your mouth, Parkinson!" snarled a girl's voice, walking up, holding her bag over the shoulder.

"Mind your own business, Quigley!" Parkinson snapped.

"This is my business," Iris Quigley said coolly, tossing her red hair over shoulders. "She's in my house, you know. Just because sometimes you snakes don't look out for each other, doesn't mean we can."

Parkinson sneered, "Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll let you pick," Iris said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You have two options," Iris said, "I can get my older brother Douglas, you know, Head Boy? He can give you detention or I can go to Angus and he can use your head for Bludger practice. What'll it be?"

Parkinson stood there for a minute. She bit her lip.

"Detention or a beating? Come on, I'm waiting."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Hah! Watch me!" Iris grunted and screamed from the top of her lungs. "Douglas! Angus!"

She looked around. "Hmm, probably didn't hear me. DOUGLAS! ANGUS!"

"What, what's going?" Her two older brothers came rushing to her side.

"Oh, Doug!" Iris gasped, turning around, "I caught Parkinson cheating!"

"That's a lie!" Parkinson grunted.

"I know you do," Iris hissed, "everyone in your stupid house does! If you're all purebloods, then why do you cheat? And you give my friend Lily here a hard time? At least she does the work, you lying, stinking, cheater!"

"I hate cheaters!" Angus muttered, cracking his knuckles, making Parkinson and her girls flinch. Angus had a short, stocky build with blond hair and blue eyes. He could send Parkinson flying with just one punch. He could take someone's head off in Quidditch really wanted to. "Especially in Quidditch! I know you guys cheat in that too."

Douglas stepped forward, running his hands through his dark brown hair. His hazel eyes flashed as he came looked at the girls. "Cheating, again? Five points from Slytherin."

"You can't do that!"

"Are you so daft that you can't read?" Douglas demanded, pointing to his Head Boy badge. "Another foot out of line I'll see to your Head of House."

"Oh, but you know he'll do nothing."

"We'll see about that. Now get lost!"

The Slytherin girls hissed and walked away.

"Thanks Douglas, Angus!" Iris beamed at her older brothers.

"Anytime." Angus said. "See you in the common room."

When Iris' big brothers left the corridors, Lily looked up at with her bright green eyes. "Thank you so much. You really didn't have to do that."

"Well, I could've taken her myself," Iris grinned, "but it's just more fun using my older brothers to scare people and they like doing it."

"Maybe they're right," Lily mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Who, them?" Iris said, nodding in the direction the Slytherin girls just went.

"Yeah…maybe…maybe I don't belong in Hogwarts," she said sadly. "Because I'm…I'm a…"

"Hey, listen Lily Evans, just because your parents are muggles doesn't mean you can't be a good witch." Iris said, her hands on hips.

"Easy for you to say," Lily muttered. "Your parent's aren't muggles."

"Maybe they're not." She said. "But my dad's a half-blood. His mother was a muggle."

"My parents were happy that I got my Hogwarts letter but my sister, she thinks I'm a freak!" She covered her face in her hands, sobbing quietly

"Oh, she's just jealous because you can use a wand and she can't," Iris said, putting her hand to her shoulder. "Besides, It's only a matter of time until the rest of the muggle world knows about wizards. I think it's silly that they use memory charms on muggles when they see magic. It's like we're not allowed live in the same world or something."

"Maybe we aren't." Lily sniffed.

"Listen to me," said Iris, "don't listen to those stupid girls. There's nothing wrong with being muggleborn. There are a lot of good muggleborn witches and wizards."

"Really?" she pulled her hands down.

"Yeah. Just remember, Lily Evans." Iris put her hand on her hip and smiled. "It doesn't matter how much magic you have in your blood, it's what you do with it that counts."

"Thanks, Iris." Lily smiled back.

"Anytime," Iris said. "Let me walk you to the common room. I'll get Douglas to help you with your homework if you want!"

--

"If your mother ever wanted anything," Madame Indigo said, "she just had to yell for her brothers."

"So, she and Lily were close, huh?" Lydia inquired, looking at a picture of her mother and Lily.

"Very."

"Like Serena and me?"

"Yeah."

"So, about my mom and Sirius Black?"

Madame Indigo smiled, "it's kind of funny. Your uncles gave him a hard time."

--

Sirius watched every move Iris make. He tried to talk to her once but he found that would be difficult with her protective brothers. He saw her walking up to the common room after class.

"I hate Potions," James muttered as they were coming up the stairs.

"Me too," Sirius said, "eight pages of parchment, honestly I—," he stopped suddenly.

"What's up?" James inquired.

Sirius ran up the corridor, leaving James behind.

"Sirius, wait up!"

"Hi Iris!" Sirius cried cheerfully.

"Hmm?" Iris turned around, just in time to see Sirius trip over his shoelace and fall on his face. She stifled a giggle with her hand. "Oh, hello, Sirius."

"Hiya," he got to his feet. "I guess…I should keep my shoelaces tied, huh?"

"Might be a good idea."

"So, er, um…how are you?"

"Fine, thank you. And you?"
"Brilliant. Fantastic."

"Iris?" Angus and Douglas came out of the common room and gasped.

"Oh, hi!" Iris exclaimed.

"Iris, get in the common room right now!" Douglas shouted.

"But--," she began.

"Now, right now!" Angus exclaimed.

"Oh, all right." She mumbled.

"Talk to you later then," Sirius said as she walked off.

"Sirius, why'd you run off so—oh," James stopped. "Uh oh."

"Black, what're you playing at?" Angus demanded.

"Playing? I'm not playing anything."

"Don't be stupid," Douglas said, "you were talking to Iris!"

"You were talking to their little sister?" James demanded, rounding on him. "You idiot!"

"Just because you don't like her," Sirius hissed, "doesn't mean I don't!"

"What do you mean, you don't like her?" Douglas asked James.

"Huh? I mean…she's nice I just know better than to talk to her incase I get caught, you know!"

"Stay away from Iris, both of you!" Douglas said, "or I'll give you detention!"

"But we're in the same house!" James cried, "you can't do that to us for talking to your sister, how is that breaking school rules?"

"Quiet, Potter!"

"I'll talk to her if I want to!" Sirius growled. "I already had detention and it doesn't bother me!"

"Sirius, you dung brain!" James groaned, covering his forehead.

Angus marched up to Sirius and punched him in the stomach. James heard Sirius grunts and groans and "oh, stop it, that hurts!"

Finally, he heard Sirius say, "okay, okay, I leave her alone, I promise, ow, hey, stop! Let go of my arm! I won't go near her, except in the common—ow! Okay, even in the common room I'll stay away! Just don't hurt me!"

Angus let go of Sirius and James helped him to his feet.

"Good. Stay away from our little sister." Douglas said. "Now get in the common room or I'll make you write lines!"

James and Sirius rushed to the common room, tripping over their feet and when they walked in, Lily was sitting with Iris.

"You okay, Sirius?" Iris inquired.

Sirius gasped and ran up to the boys' dormitory. Iris sighed.

"Sometimes my brothers can be a little overprotective," she said to Lily.

James dabbed some ointment to Sirius' face. "I guess you can't talk to Iris anymore," James said. "They'll destroy you, mate."

"Well, I can still talk to Lily," he muttered.

"What?" James' face changed from sympathetic to angry. "No, Lily's mine!" James jumped and put his hands around Sirius neck, knocking his head on the floor, "don't you go near her, hear me?"

"Leggofme!" Sirius gasped. "Leggo!"

"Never, ever talk to her!"

"Leggo!" Sirius fought James off. "I wasn't…going…to…go after Lily…I was going to talk to her…and ask to her talk to Iris, for me!"

"Oh, well why didn't you say that before?"

"Because you were choking me to death, stupid!" Sirius shouted.

"Oh, sorry."

--

"Did my uncles ever do that to my Dad?" Lily inquired.

"Once," Madame Indigo replied. "But when your uncle Angus left Hogwarts your dad saw that it was safe to get to know your mother better and then Sirius had someone else to worry about beating him up."

"But, they became friends though."

"That's right. Sirius eventually got over it. It was only a school-boy crush he had on your mother and your dad was like a big brother to James as well. James admired his Quidditch abilities and your dad helped him."

Lydia smiled.

"Sadly, when your dad became a school governor," she said, "People thought he was a Death Eater."

"A what?"

"Death Eater, a supporter for You-Know-Who."

"Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes."

"How come?"

"Because, he acted strangely when he was at work. He was always going to Azkaban with your mother. People found dark magic items in their work lockers. The hospital thought that your mother was torturing the patients and she was fired."

"But—she wouldn't!"

"I know. They were framed. They knew that there was a risk they'd go to Azkaban so they asked me to take care of you before the ministry put you somewhere."

"What happened to my house and everything?"

"Your aunts and uncles were able to save it before the ministry took possession of it and give it away to another wizarding family. They knew your parents were innocent and would be set free. It was a hard fight."

She sighed, "so, they're in Azkaban, for something they didn't do?"

"Yes."

"They haven't been released? How about Mr. Black?"

"Mr. Black escaped from Azkaban," she answered. "He's an animagus too. He can changed to a big black dog. He saw a picture of Peter in the Daily Prophet once…let me see if I can find it." She searched through, "Yes, here we are." She stopped at an article of the Weasley's family trip to Egypt. "See that rat on the boy's shoulder there?"

"That's the rat?"

"Yes. Sirius escaped from Azkaban. Your parent's helped him. He knew that Harry Potter was in trouble. Harry is his godson, you see."

"Did he ever find him?" Lydia asked hopefully.

"I don't know. I have no way of reaching Sirius Black. He's in hiding right now."

"Madam Indigo, let's go to this…this Quidditch thing," Lydia said firmly. "I want to know more about this stuff."

She nodded, "I think you've waited long enough."

"I bet Mr. Bagman sent me these tickets because he still feels bad about what happened in the game," Lydia said, looking at the tickets. "Maybe he wants to apologize."

"That's what I thought," Madam Indigo said. "Ludo's a nice man, kind of silly but nice." She glanced at the tickets. "You have seven there."

"Yeah, Ludo said I could bring six friends."

"Who are you bringing?"

"You and the scouts." She answered, chuckling. "Who else?"

Madam Indigo smiled. "It's been a while since I've been a Quidditch Game!"

"I just hope the others think I'm mad when I send these to them," Lydia replied. "How should they get here? Should we get them some plane tickets or teleport?"

"They can teleport here," Madam Indigo replied, "it's quicker and I can explain things to them. Besides, isn't your friend Lita afraid of planes?"

"Oh yeah, that's right!" Lydia got up. "I'll go send these to them right away! Won't they be surprised?"

To Be Continued