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ViviBlack – Oh, thanks. A guy in a movie I saw inspired me, I just made him a little more evil!

Kagome Sengoku – Huh, creepy. Thanks. And Flitwick is head if Ravenclaw, apparently.

Gilraen – Thought it ruined the whole movie, huh? I finally saw the movie a couple of days ago and the thing bugging me is that I thought Pettigrew was supposed to be thin, wasn't he? Also, I had this imagination that he wore glasses, but maybe that wasn't said in the book. I don't usually read very carefully so maybe I just made that up. Anyway, thanks for the review.


Chapter 13 – Quidditch tryouts Nr. 3 and Talking

I was getting used to this by now, the quidditch tryouts, considering this being my third tryout. Ginny and I decided to team up for some practise in the evenings the week before. She was a great chaser, honestly. I played keeper while she was practising, and vice versa. I was quite good as a keeper, remember how I almost got the position as the keeper last year but lost it to Ron? But yet, she managed to score quite a lot. She would easily get a position in the team. I, on the other side, had big problems making a single goal, even though she honestly wasn't much of a keeper. No way that I was getting in, not if I played like this. And that was sad, especially considering that I had enjoyed substituting for Harry last year very much.

"So, how's quidditch practise going?" Ron asked one morning while we were all sitting, eating breakfast. Harry had returned to his depressed condition and Hermione was trying to cheer him up.

"Awfully," I said.

"Great!" Ginny said happily.

"Huh?"

I glared at Ginny.

"She's a natural talent," I said.

"But you're also good," she said.

"Thanks, but that's so not true. I suck," I told Ron.

"Oh, by the way," Ginny said, "I have to finish my muggle studies essay tonight, and tomorrow I'll be hanging out with Dean since it's his birthday, so I can't have any more practise, sorry."

"It's cool."

"Oh, is it 7:30 already? I have to go," she said, stood up and hurried out of the Great Hall.

Ron and I ate in silence; Hermione was still trying to make Harry smile.

"Come on, Harry, I know he would have wanted you happy..."

"I don't care what he wanted! I bloody killed him, Hermione! It's all my fault."

"It wasn't your fault, Voldemort tricked you, and you know that..."

"You know," Ron said to me, "if you want to, maybe we could practise a little today and tomorrow."

"Would you?" I said. "That would be great. Even though I probably won't get on the team, but..."

"Never say never. Plus, I need to warm up a little before all the practise starts. Remember how it went last year, huh?"


"You need more fighting spirit!" he shouted during the practise. "More power, you know?"

"I'm a useless chaser!" I exclaimed and threw the quaffle in pure frustration towards one of the holes.

Ron, thoroughly unprepared on the sudden attack, didn't have a chance. It was my first score during the practise.

"That's the way I like it!" he shouted while flying over to get the quaffle. "At least as long as you're on my team."

So I tried again, but I just couldn't get it.

"Try thinking of something that makes you really angry," he said.

Ha, piece of cake, because there were loads. The thing that I had been born into wrong family, maybe. My father, who was one of Voldemort's most active supporters. Professor Frederic Dumbledore, and his way of treating us. The fact that almost every girl I knew had a boyfriend but I hadn't...

"Hey, Tamara, still with me? Throw the damn quaffle!"

And with all the power and strength that was stored in my arm I threw the quaffle really hard towards the goals, which he was guarding, without aiming very precisely. The quaffle hit him straight into the shoulder, causing him to make a roll on his broom and almost fall of.

"Hey, what was that?!" he shouted while diving to fetch the quaffle again.

"I threw the quaffle, like you asked me to!" I shouted back.

"You aimed for me!"

"Did not!

"Did too."

"Not on purpose."

"You need to aim a little better, I believe. But you've got the strength trick now, obviously."

"Oh yeah."

It was getting darker, so we decided to go back to the common room. I was angry and frustrated because of the bad practise, plus I was really tired, and went straight to bed.


But I was lucky. I had a good day when the day of the tryouts, plus there were very few talents trying out. Ginny easily got the first one and for want of better players, I got the second one.

"You are talented, you know," Harry told me. "You could be something, but maybe you need some practise."

"I hope so."

Otherwise, if I didn't get better, I would embarrass myself totally in front of the whole school and perhaps make my team lose.

"You could keep practising, even when it's not team practise. If you've got time, of course."

"That sounds like a good idea. Have you made up a schedule for the team practises?" I asked.

"Working on it."

We were the only one left now at the quidditch pitch, so we took our brooms and walked towards the castle. We hadn't realized that a certain blond slytherin boy had been watching us and now approached us.

"Chaser, huh?" Draco said and made us both turn around. "Never give up, do you?"

"Watching, haven't you been?" I said.

"It's important to know your enemies," he answered smirking with a nasty glare at Harry. "Seems to be an easy slytherin victory this year."

"Why do you think?" Harry said.

"I mean, look at the teams! We've got all old, experienced players; you've got like... three new, three from last year and one with some kind of experience. Face it, Potter."

"It'll be interesting to see, then," I said and turned around, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him with me when I was walking towards the castle.

"We'll see," Harry muttered.

We walked silently for a while.

"It's hard to believe that you are siblings even though you look so alike," he said suddenly. "You remind me of someone... I used to know" he added and looked suddenly that run down again.

"Think so? Who?"

"My-my godfather. The only one in the whole world who ever..." his voice disappeared.

"You had a godfather? What was he like, then?"

"He was best friends with my dad at Hogwarts... a marauder, wild guy you know, but somehow he calmed down later."

"But you've been living with muggles, right? I mean, if he was your guardian angel, then..."

"It's a long story," Harry said. "I don't know if I should..."

"It's cool. I've gotten past the phase of feeling insulted when this kind of stuff happens."

"Sorry that I can't tell you. Anyway, he run away from home when he was sixteen, his whole family was death eaters. He... he had a brother, actually. His brother became a Death Eater but tried to back out, and then he got... killed."

"I know what you're saying," I said, "that Draco's a junior Death Eater and one of You-know-who's supporters but I'm not that sure, really."

"I never said-"

"But you meant it, didn't you?"

"Maybe," he admitted.

"I know you are enemies and that he behaves really badly against you but... he's not thoroughly bad and it's definitively not sure that he is on the Dark Side, neither my mum. It's more my dad..."

"But he's in Azkaban now. You sent him there, and your mum went crazy, wanted to throw her out of the house. She didn't, I heard?"

"Draco convinced her otherwise."

"He did?"

"Yes."

We were inside the castle now, and could spot the portrait of the Fat Lady further away in the corridor.

"Your godfather, he died, didn't he?"

"How d-"

"You told me something that evening last year."

"Oh. Yeah, his whole life was a mess. Hopefully you'll have a nicer life than his."


Author's note: There it goes, another chapter finished.

If anyone is reading this right now without planning to review, please just write something because it means really much. And to those faithful persons who have reviewed almost every chapter; lovin' you!

I also wanted to ask those who have seen the PoA movie; there's one thing bugging me. W hen they transformed Pettigrew into a human; he wore a suit or something, right? But then he changed back into a rat, and his suit was left on the ground. So... where does it come from when they transform him into a human, just pops up out of empty air, huh?

Yeah, whatever.

Until next chapter,

Megafreak