Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and new characters introduced in
this story.
Author's note: I've had this chapter finished for a while. But my dear brother has messed up the computer, it didn't work for a week, and now the internet connection doesn't wok, so I don't know when I'll be able to publish this, but I'll publish it as soon as possible.
Review-thank yous:
Pussin Boots – Well, thanks. About that slowing down thing, I'd really like to describe the classes, the common rooms, spare time, etc but I haven't found a nice place for it. You see, I don't feel that I can write such things if they don't bring the story forward. Well, I'll try to do so, maybe in the future chapters, in her next year maybe.
ViviBlack – Thanks for the explanation. Well, I really hope that I won't turn Tamara into a Mary Sue, I'll do my best. And if an idea would pop up in your mind, feel free to tell me.
Lily and James Potter – I may be putting in some kind of a fight between Harry and Malfoy later but I can't see where it would fit in the last chapter. Your ideas sounds very interesting so please keep thinking! Thanks.
Chapter 5 – Quidditch
The Defence Against Dark Arts Group was named DA – Dumbledore's Army. We started having regular meetings, once a week in a room called the Room of Requirement, that's some kind of weird room that appears when you need it. Harry was a pretty good teacher, though. We started with very simple stuff, and later we moved on to more advanced things.
The date of the first quidditch match arrived and it was versus Slytherin. Honestly, it was awful. The slytherins really spotted their chance and started to psyche Ron, singing awful songs. He totally freaked out. Poor boy, he was so nervous. Well, I would have done so too. He let in goal after goal. Luckily Harry caught the snitch before Draco did, which meant that Gryffindor won anyway, but it was still a tragedy. Draco was so mad. He provoked Harry and the Weasly twins, they started beat him (not Fred though, the chasers managed to hold him back). Umbridge threw them out of the team. It was a complete disaster. What was left in the Gryffindor Quidditch team: Three chasers and a lousy keeper (well okay, maybe he wasn't that lousy, but he couldn't handle his nerves). Of course they needed a new seeker and two new beaters. I saw my chance to get in the quidditch team. Well, maybe I wouldn't fit as a beater. I was pretty short and weak, not very strong. But a seeker, maybe? I really wanted to try out for it, so I decided to do so.
I practiced every evening. I was far behind in my homework, but this was something I really wanted to do. I thought that would fit me better than the keeper position anyway. Finally, the day for the tryouts arrived. I was so nervous; this was something totally different from when I tried out for the keeper position. This felt so important to me in some kind of way.
When I was chosen, I felt that this was the happiest day of my life. I didn't feel like a total outcast any more. I had been thinking that maybe they would pick Ginny Weasly, she was also trying out. She was pretty good, too, and she told me that she'd been practicing since she was six. That made me extra proud. I had really done great at the tryout.
Draco didn't seem too pleased, though. He looked me up the following day, pushing me into an empty classroom again.
"What the hell are you doing, Tamara?!" he shouted.
"What did I do?!"
"You're the Gryffindor seeker!" he cried.
"So? Are you afraid that I'm better than you? Since I managed to be chosen even though I'm not the most popular student in the house and you were chosen only because father bought the whole team new broomsticks?"
"Manners, Tamara." He said coolly. "I'm a prefect, if you remember?"
"I thought it would be good if I was chosen as a seeker since that should increase my popularity." I said tiredly. "I thought you wanted me to 'infiltrate'."
"You don't care about that!" He shouted. "Half the year has gone. A snail would infiltrate faster! You're not helping the family, Tamara. You're doing nothing to help your own family. Your own blood."
"Don't try to make me feel bad about it!"
"I knew something was wrong when you were put in Gryffindor. You're choosing the wrong way, Tamara. Try to co-operate a little and you'll se that things will go much easier."
"Maybe you're the one not choosing the right way, Draco." I said.
"Don't do that, Tamara. Don't fight against your own blood."
I hesitated, thinking of what to say.
"I only want your best, Tamara." He said softer. "Remember that."
"Maybe I'm old enough to decide what's best for me myself."
"You're too depending of us."
I stood quiet, breathing heavily.
"Is this what you want, Draco?" I asked quietly after a while. "Is this the kind of life that you want? Like father's miserable life?"
"Don't talk like that, Tamara. You're insulting your father."
"He never cared about me! None of you do!" I said, trying to hold my tears.
"I care about you." He said quietly before he left the room.
A couple of weeks later my first quidditch game took place, it was versus Hufflepuff. I was so nervous before. They had managed to find to new beaters, Sloper and Kirke. Ron didn't seem to feel to well, too. Since the beaters were new and the keeper was unstable I felt that this match pretty much depended on me. And I was new as well. Great point to start from...
Well, the game was pretty short. Ron kept letting in goals for Hufflepuff, and I circled nervously around, looking for the snitch. I had to hurry, because if it took too long Ron would have let in too many goals, and we wouldn't win. I didn't see it and started o panic. Where the hell could it be?!
Then I just saw it. Summerby, the Hufflepuff seeker, had seen it as well. We were at the exactly same level. Just a little faster... a little faster... I reached for the snitch... I got it. I got it! We still lost the game, 240 – 230. But I caught it!
Our next and last quidditch match was versus Ravenclaw. I was really scared. Cho Chang was an excellent seeker and their whole team was in excellent shape. The slytherins kept singing, and I knew that would totally freak Ron out. So it was all up to me. If I caught the snitch early, we could win. I circled around high above, desperately looking for the snitch. I was so concentrated, didn't care about what was going on down there.
I looked towards Cho. She stood still, looking around. Then I saw it. It was buzzing right below her. I tried to pretend that I didn't see it and flew a little closer. When I was just a few meters away, I focused on the snitched and raced towards it. She looked surprised and saw the snitch, but it was too late... I caught it! I caught it! I looked down to see what the score was, and was so shocked that I almost fell off my broom. Ron had only let in two goals! It was amazing, so cool! He's like my new hero... We celebrated all night long in the Gryffindor common room. Ron was so happy. It was great. People thought that I had done great too. Ah. What a night...
Author's note: I'm not too pleased with this chapter, I just can't write about quidditch. So I'd better stop right now... Review! Review! Review! I especially like the longer reviews with questions and interesting points, but a 'great chapter' or a 'nice story' is ok too... By the way, what kind of role do you think Tamara should have in the Department of Mysteries – stuff? I'm not really sure myself, 'cause I really don't want to make her a heroine or something.
Author's note: I've had this chapter finished for a while. But my dear brother has messed up the computer, it didn't work for a week, and now the internet connection doesn't wok, so I don't know when I'll be able to publish this, but I'll publish it as soon as possible.
Review-thank yous:
Pussin Boots – Well, thanks. About that slowing down thing, I'd really like to describe the classes, the common rooms, spare time, etc but I haven't found a nice place for it. You see, I don't feel that I can write such things if they don't bring the story forward. Well, I'll try to do so, maybe in the future chapters, in her next year maybe.
ViviBlack – Thanks for the explanation. Well, I really hope that I won't turn Tamara into a Mary Sue, I'll do my best. And if an idea would pop up in your mind, feel free to tell me.
Lily and James Potter – I may be putting in some kind of a fight between Harry and Malfoy later but I can't see where it would fit in the last chapter. Your ideas sounds very interesting so please keep thinking! Thanks.
Chapter 5 – Quidditch
The Defence Against Dark Arts Group was named DA – Dumbledore's Army. We started having regular meetings, once a week in a room called the Room of Requirement, that's some kind of weird room that appears when you need it. Harry was a pretty good teacher, though. We started with very simple stuff, and later we moved on to more advanced things.
The date of the first quidditch match arrived and it was versus Slytherin. Honestly, it was awful. The slytherins really spotted their chance and started to psyche Ron, singing awful songs. He totally freaked out. Poor boy, he was so nervous. Well, I would have done so too. He let in goal after goal. Luckily Harry caught the snitch before Draco did, which meant that Gryffindor won anyway, but it was still a tragedy. Draco was so mad. He provoked Harry and the Weasly twins, they started beat him (not Fred though, the chasers managed to hold him back). Umbridge threw them out of the team. It was a complete disaster. What was left in the Gryffindor Quidditch team: Three chasers and a lousy keeper (well okay, maybe he wasn't that lousy, but he couldn't handle his nerves). Of course they needed a new seeker and two new beaters. I saw my chance to get in the quidditch team. Well, maybe I wouldn't fit as a beater. I was pretty short and weak, not very strong. But a seeker, maybe? I really wanted to try out for it, so I decided to do so.
I practiced every evening. I was far behind in my homework, but this was something I really wanted to do. I thought that would fit me better than the keeper position anyway. Finally, the day for the tryouts arrived. I was so nervous; this was something totally different from when I tried out for the keeper position. This felt so important to me in some kind of way.
When I was chosen, I felt that this was the happiest day of my life. I didn't feel like a total outcast any more. I had been thinking that maybe they would pick Ginny Weasly, she was also trying out. She was pretty good, too, and she told me that she'd been practicing since she was six. That made me extra proud. I had really done great at the tryout.
Draco didn't seem too pleased, though. He looked me up the following day, pushing me into an empty classroom again.
"What the hell are you doing, Tamara?!" he shouted.
"What did I do?!"
"You're the Gryffindor seeker!" he cried.
"So? Are you afraid that I'm better than you? Since I managed to be chosen even though I'm not the most popular student in the house and you were chosen only because father bought the whole team new broomsticks?"
"Manners, Tamara." He said coolly. "I'm a prefect, if you remember?"
"I thought it would be good if I was chosen as a seeker since that should increase my popularity." I said tiredly. "I thought you wanted me to 'infiltrate'."
"You don't care about that!" He shouted. "Half the year has gone. A snail would infiltrate faster! You're not helping the family, Tamara. You're doing nothing to help your own family. Your own blood."
"Don't try to make me feel bad about it!"
"I knew something was wrong when you were put in Gryffindor. You're choosing the wrong way, Tamara. Try to co-operate a little and you'll se that things will go much easier."
"Maybe you're the one not choosing the right way, Draco." I said.
"Don't do that, Tamara. Don't fight against your own blood."
I hesitated, thinking of what to say.
"I only want your best, Tamara." He said softer. "Remember that."
"Maybe I'm old enough to decide what's best for me myself."
"You're too depending of us."
I stood quiet, breathing heavily.
"Is this what you want, Draco?" I asked quietly after a while. "Is this the kind of life that you want? Like father's miserable life?"
"Don't talk like that, Tamara. You're insulting your father."
"He never cared about me! None of you do!" I said, trying to hold my tears.
"I care about you." He said quietly before he left the room.
A couple of weeks later my first quidditch game took place, it was versus Hufflepuff. I was so nervous before. They had managed to find to new beaters, Sloper and Kirke. Ron didn't seem to feel to well, too. Since the beaters were new and the keeper was unstable I felt that this match pretty much depended on me. And I was new as well. Great point to start from...
Well, the game was pretty short. Ron kept letting in goals for Hufflepuff, and I circled nervously around, looking for the snitch. I had to hurry, because if it took too long Ron would have let in too many goals, and we wouldn't win. I didn't see it and started o panic. Where the hell could it be?!
Then I just saw it. Summerby, the Hufflepuff seeker, had seen it as well. We were at the exactly same level. Just a little faster... a little faster... I reached for the snitch... I got it. I got it! We still lost the game, 240 – 230. But I caught it!
Our next and last quidditch match was versus Ravenclaw. I was really scared. Cho Chang was an excellent seeker and their whole team was in excellent shape. The slytherins kept singing, and I knew that would totally freak Ron out. So it was all up to me. If I caught the snitch early, we could win. I circled around high above, desperately looking for the snitch. I was so concentrated, didn't care about what was going on down there.
I looked towards Cho. She stood still, looking around. Then I saw it. It was buzzing right below her. I tried to pretend that I didn't see it and flew a little closer. When I was just a few meters away, I focused on the snitched and raced towards it. She looked surprised and saw the snitch, but it was too late... I caught it! I caught it! I looked down to see what the score was, and was so shocked that I almost fell off my broom. Ron had only let in two goals! It was amazing, so cool! He's like my new hero... We celebrated all night long in the Gryffindor common room. Ron was so happy. It was great. People thought that I had done great too. Ah. What a night...
Author's note: I'm not too pleased with this chapter, I just can't write about quidditch. So I'd better stop right now... Review! Review! Review! I especially like the longer reviews with questions and interesting points, but a 'great chapter' or a 'nice story' is ok too... By the way, what kind of role do you think Tamara should have in the Department of Mysteries – stuff? I'm not really sure myself, 'cause I really don't want to make her a heroine or something.
