A/N: Sorry for the delay... but I made it long for you guys. And I hope I haven't grossed you out completely, I just like a little twist to the plot. So... here goes next chapter!

Jax smiled, her hand racing across a piece of parchment. She had spent most of her spare time throughout the past couple of weeks writing letters to different people: Her mother and father, of course, who had been delighted to receive news so quickly. Tonks, Mrs. Weasley, and Jax had been writing back and forth to each other constantly also. Tonks' letters were always filled with exciting adventures that she had been on most recently. Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand, always wrote very lovingly, with advice and the occasional muggle question from Mr. Weasley.

Jax's life had adjusted very well to the lifestyles of Hogwarts in the past three weeks. Lavender and Parvati were her new best friends, and she still kept very close with Harry. Ron was also very sweet to her, but Hermione seemed to have a grudge with Jax that she would not resolve.

The classes were also a part Jax enjoyed very much. Unlike muggle school, wizarding education required a lot of hands-on learning. Except for History of Magic. Now that was a boring class. Defense Against the Dark Arts was definitely her favorite class. Lupin was so nice to her, and when they didn't have doubles, he gave her extra time to work after class.

"Jax? Do you want to go do something with me and Parvati?" Jax heard Lavender ask as she poked her head through the door.

It was Saturday on a particularly beautiful September day, and Jax was sitting on her butt in her room.

"Like what?" Jax asked as she swiveled around in her chair.

"Some of the guys are going to go practice Quidditch. We were thinking we could go watch."

Jax's heart skipped a small beat. She loved Quidditch so much, and she had been so busy, she hadn't the time to get on her broom lately.

"Do you think they'd let me play?" Jax asked hopefully.

"I don't see why not," Lavender replied.

"Okay. I'm in," Jax smiled and unlocked her trunk at the foot of her bed, pulling out her Nimbus.

"Nice broom," Lavender complimented, exiting the room with Jax following.

As Lavender and Jax walked down the staircases, Jax noticed a huge throng of Gryffindor students near the bulletin board.

"What's up with that?" Jax pointed to the group.

"I don't know... let's look," Lavender suggested.

Jax spotted Ron's messy red hair at the back. She poked him in the back and waited for him to turn around.

"Wha- huh?" Ron stuttered as her turned around.

"What's the big deal about?" Lavender asked.

"Hogsmeade! We get to go extra early this year..." Ron said, a big smile on his face.

"Awesome!" Lavender said with enthusiasm. "I've been saving up all summer to spend over there!"

Jax didn't get as excited as everyone else. Hogsmeade-Schmogsmeade. She wanted to play Quidditch.

"Cool... are we going or not?" Jax asked, a bit impatient.

"Duh! I'm going, at least," Lavender exclaimed.

"I meant to the Quidditch field," Jax said.

"Oh, yeah," Lavender said. "Ron, are you coming with us? Where's Harry?"

"Harry's here," replied his voice from behind the two girls.

Jax smiled, and look at the Firebolt he was clutching in his hands. She felt a small jealousy overtake her body for a second, and then it stopped.

"Come on, we can sign up later," Harry suggested.

The others nodded, and they continued out onto the Quidditch field, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and some others joining them along the way.

"When does the regular Quidditch start up again, Harry?" Dean asked him.

"How the hell would I know? We don't even have a bloody captain anymore," Harry replied.

"Yeah... who is the new captain? Wasn't Angelina supposed to pick out one before she left?" Seamus joined.

Jax remembered the name Angelina for a second... she was the girl on the train! Could they be possibly talking about the same one?

"Are you talking about Angelina Johnson?" Jax asked, a bit wary.

"Uh... yeah. How'd you know, Jax?" Harry asked, taken aback a bit.

"Well... she still goes here, doesn't she?"

"No... she left last year, didn't she guys?" Harry looked around the small group. There were nods from all around.

"But... she introduced herself to me on the train. And she left with us on the Express," Jax asked, officially confused.

Nobody answered her though, because the group finally had reached the Quidditch field. Harry looked around, breathing in the air. He felt at home once again, seeing the field for the first time in months.

"Was wondering if I'd find you out here, Potter," came a voice from behind them. And sure enough, as they all turned to see who had joined them, was Angelina Johnson.

"What the hell..."

"You're supposed to be gone!"

"Told you guys."

Various comments came from the group, when a sly smile appeared on Angelina's face.

"Angelina, what are you doing here? You were supposed to graduate.." Harry started, but Angelina cut him off.

"Last year. I know. But my NEWTS weren't as good as I had hoped, and Dumbledore gave me a reprieve, since Umbridge screwed up so much for me as Quidditch captain. I'm taking most of my classes over, and also training to be a professor," she boasted, very proud of herself.

"Professor Johnson... how sweet," Dean commented, making Seamus snort.

"Shut up Thomas, or you'll have another thing coming," Angelina shot him a cold look.

"So, does that mean you're our Quidditch captain again?" Harry asked, a bit dismayed. He had hoped to be elected captain that year.

"Yessir... I just came out to see how badly out of shape you all are. Including you, Weasley," Angelina addressed Ron, making him blush profusely.

Harry smiled, took the box of the balls from her hands, let loose the bludgers, and handed two beater sticks to Seamus and Dean. He handed the quaffle to a stout fifth year that had joined them in the hall, and then mounted him broom, snitch in hand.

"Alright... I'm seeker... Dean and Seamus are beaters... Angelina... keeper?" Angelina nodded. "Okay, the rest of you spread out into the empty spots. Hey Jax! You playing?" Harry noticed a glum Jax walking off the field.

Jax turned, shook her head, and continued off of the field. She had wanted to play seeker. As soon as her back was turned again, she heard the 'woosh' of the brooms lifting off the ground; except Harry's turned up right beside her.

"Hey... what's the matter?" Harry asked in a caring tone.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just not a very good player." Jax lied. She was quite good, actually.

"Bull. I bet you're fantastic. What position did you use to play?"

There was a silence for a second, but finally Jax lifted her eyes off the green grass, and looked at him in the eye.

"Seeker," she said quietly.

"Great! I could use some competition," he said, knowing that he was the best seeker around in years. "Come on, we could play our own little game. The rest probably wouldn't even notice."

"Fine. But don't whine when I beat you, 'K?" she joked.

"You're going down, Pierce," he teased.

She laughed, and mounted her broom, and whisked herself into the air.

"Are you going to let it go, then?" she asked, motioning towards the snitch clutched in his hand, which was fighting very hard to be released into the air.

"Oh- right."

Harry opened his hand, and the ball went zipping through the air, disappearing. He rose into the air himself, launching into the game play that was already taking place. The two sat in there for a while, keeping a sharp eye out. They avoided the several bludgers coming their way, except the one that nicked the side of Harry's shoe. And finally, after at least twenty minutes, Jax spotted it right by Seamus' foot.

She kicked into high-gear, zipping right past Harry, making his unruly hair even messier. He smiled as he saw where the snitch was, and bolted into speed. Jax and he moved like one, dodging the brooms and balls fleeting toward them with perfect sharpness. The snitch started to move away, and the sibling rivalry started to kick in. A gleam appeared in both siblings' eyes, even though Harry had no clue why he had such a sudden urge to beat Jax.

The two started to gain such speed; they looked like a big mess of color zipping in and out of every where. One by one, the players above them started to notice. They all stopped playing at some point, and watched. They were especially amazed at Jax, being able to keep up with Harry.

Harry lost the snitch for a moment; so caught up in the competition that he lost track of it. But Jax hadn't lost it, and a split second later, she was whooping for joy as it was clutched in her hand. She smugly smiled at Harry, as the rest of the players came over to congratulate her, making a little circle around Jax, excluding Harry to the outside.

"Wow. I've never seen anything like that!"

"You should definitely consider being on the team."

Harry caught bits of the compliments she was getting, and as he heard them, his spirit disintegrated piece by piece. All of a sudden, he didn't feel like playing anymore. Harry lowered himself onto the grass below, and walked off the field, his head hung in shame. How could he let himself be beat by a... girl?

Ron noticed Harry as he was almost off the field. Ron quickly flew over to his side.

"Hey, mate! Wasn't that bad... you're just a bit rusty, that's all!" Ron attempted to cheer him.

"No... it's not Jax. I just have a lot of work to do," Harry replied glumly.

"Work?" Ron snorted a bit. "Since when do you work on a Saturday?"

"Since... now!" Harry shot, and quickened his pace off the field, leaving Ron hovering two feet above the air.

"Ron!" Ron turned as he heard Angelina call his name. He rose into the air again and met her.

"Where's Harry gone to?" she asked.

"Some bull about homework," Ron replied, still in disbelief.

"Ahh... right, then. We'll just use Jax as a seeker," Angelina found a quick solution.

Ron nodded, and took his place. Jax hovered slowly below the rest, again keeping a sharp eye out. She was a bit over-confident now, even she had to admit. But she wouldn't let her ego get in the way of doing a good job. Jax's eyes scanned the entire place, imitating those of a hawk's. She thought she saw a speck of gold when-

"ARGGH!" Jax yelled, as she started to fall to the cold ground.

She felt her scar turn white-hot, piercing a pain onto her that she had never felt before, not even in Olivander's. She couldn't think, she couldn't move. All she could do was experience the pain while she hurtled down to the ground. Then she suddenly felt herself halt; she stopped falling. Perhaps she was dead. Perhaps whoever was putting her through this agony had decided to end it all before she hit the ground.

"Jax!" she heard someone scream her name. Someone quite close by.

Jax felt the presence of at least three people around her. She wasn't dead; and she wasn't on the ground. She was still in the air, in Ron's arms.

"Oh..." was all that her brain could muster to produce.

"We'd better get her to the hospital wing, quick. Ron, you and Lavender take her there. We'll take care of the balls. Seamus!" Angelina gave out instructions and continued over to Dean and Seamus to instruct them to gather the bludgers and the snitch.

Ron carefully let himself onto the ground, and handed his broom to Lavender, who had run onto the field after watching from the stands.

"What's wrong with her?" Lavender asked frightfully.

"I don't know- did you see what happened? I was trying to dodge a bludger, and the next thing I knew I was shooting towards Jax as I saw her falling."

"She was just sitting there, watching out for the snitch. And then all of a sudden, she yelled something and was falling to the ground, her hand on her forehead."

Ron gave Lavender a confused and fearful look. The two quickened their pace to the entrance of the school, when Ron ran into Professor McGonagall as they turned a corner.

"Oh dear Lord- Albus was right," McGonagall gasped.

"Professor- it wasn't us, I swear," Lavender pleaded.

"Of course I know it wasn't you, Miss Brown! Weasley, follow me. Brown, thank you for your help," McGonagall dismissed Lavender and briskly walked toward the hospital wing.

"Professor-" Ron began.

"Don't say anything, Weasley. Just walk," McGonagall snapped.

McGonagall and Ron reached the hospital wing in silence, five minutes later. As they stopped in front of the wing's doorway, McGonagall put a hand out to stop Ron.

"Thank you, Weasley. Ten points to Gryffindor," McGonagall took Jax from Ron with much effort, she being much frailer than he.

"I could carry her in, Professor," Ron offered, with a worried tone to his voice.

"No- need- for- that- Weasley," McGonagall breathed.

She pushed open the door and rapidly disappeared behind it. Ron shrugged, his brow furrowed, and ran off to common room to find Hermione or Harry to tell them.

But that wasn't where he would find Harry, at least. Harry had taken to his own hospital bed, laying half-conscious in the wing.

"We found her, Albus!" McGonagall's voice rang throughout the wide, open room.

She turned the corner, and found Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, and Poppy standing around Harry's bed.

"Oh, get the poor dear into bed!" Nurse Poppy exclaimed, in an unusually squeaky voice.

McGonagall nearly dropped Jax into a bed opposite Harry's, on the right side.

"Where did you find her, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked.

"Weasley and Miss Brown were apparently taking her this way when I ran into them. I had Weasley carry her up to the door, and then I took her. And that was no small feat, may I add."

"What could have triggered them so? I don't recall Harry's scar ever knocking him unconscious before," Lupin asked, his face weakened with worry.

"I could probably remember a time- if I think about it," Snape spoke up.

"No time for contests, Severus," Lupin scolded.

"Don't- call- me- Severus!" he whispered through gritted teeth.

"Hush, you two!" Poppy hissed. She was nicely tucking Jax into the bed, smoothing out the sheets and such.

The five adults stepped back from the two, and looked at the twins. Their faces were inexplicably pale, and there wasn't any movement coming from either of them except for steady breathing.

"Where was Harry?" Lupin asked quietly.

"We found him close to the main entrance. Probably not far from where Minerva found Jax," Dumbledore stated.

"How could their scars trigger at the exact same time?" Lupin asked in disbelief.

"What... what does this mean, Albus?" McGonagall asked quietly.

"It means, if not anything, they're more alike than I thought," Dumbledore replied softly.

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