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It was late in the evening, and Lizzie was doing her Muggle Studies homework in the Gryffindor common room with the help of Hermione. Harry came through the door, looking frustrated, with Ron closely following. They came down and sat next to the girls. Hermione eyed Lizzie and grinned and Lizzie stuck her head into her Muggle Studies textbook. Harry got out a piece of parchment, his quill and ink, and started to scribble.

"What are you doing?" asked Hermione, trying not to anger Harry even more then he was.

"He is doing a flyer, to stick on the notice board. He just got harassed by McGonagall about the Quidditch team." Ron answered for Harry, who got up abruptly and stuck a piece of paper on the notice board. Then, he took a chair and stood on it.

"Hey! Everybody! As you know I have been appointed as Captain for our brilliant, cup-winning Quidditch team," A roar of cheers erupted the room, "Now, we need 3 more players since our chasers from last year have now left. I shall be holding try-outs for second years and up the day after tomorrow. Gryffindor's first match is against Ravenclaw, so if you want to try, you need to write your name on the list on the notice board by the end of tomorrow. Alright?" A murmur of excited yes's filled the room, Harry got off the chair and walked back to the table where Lizzie, Hermione and Ron were seated. "That's that sorted, I'm off to bed now. Night." Harry walked off towards the stairs leading to the boy's dorms.

"Do you think he is ok?" Ron inquired to the other girls.

"Well, not really. But he seems to be coping, with Sirius' death." Hermione answered, looking at the stairs where Harry's feet disappeared.

"I don't think so, he is hanging on by a thread." Lizzie said. Hermione and Ron looked at her with shock, "He told me, and I know how he is feeling. Much more then you do." Ron look change from shock, to insult as quick as the blink of the eye.

"What do you mean by that?" Ron asked angrily. Lizzie looked back with a look that said because I just do and with that Ron got up and stomped up the stairs for the second night in a row. Hermione watched him all the way and then turned back to Lizzie.

"I think you are the only one, with the exception of McGonagall and his mother, who can make him react like that." Hermione giggled and Lizzie giggled back, "So what about this thing with you and Harry?"

"That's nothing, he doesn't like me anyway."

"Well, he told you about Sirius the day you came here and that's prove he does like you."

Lizzie sighed, she didn't really want to tell Hermione, but then again, it was the only way to explain. "He told me about his grievances because I told him about mine, " Hermione had a puzzled look on her face, "My mum died, about 3 months a go. She was killed...by death eaters." Lizzie's voice became a whisper by the end of the sentence. Hermione gasped as soon as she heard the word death eaters too, "See, I know how he feels," Hermione nodded, "Look, it's late. You don't have to help me with this and your tired. Go upstairs and I'll meet you their soon."

"Ok, I'll go," Hermione, yawned, she began her way towards the dorm, but turned just before the stairs, "I'm sorry about your mum."

"Thanks." Lizzie smiled and Hermione progressed up the stairs.

Lizzie was one of the few left in the common room. She turned back to her books and started to read "Electricity and it's uses" for her homework. It was gone eleven and Lizzie herself was tired, but she needed to wait until everyone had left for her to do what she wanted to do. Eventually the group of third years left leaving Lizzie on her own. She packed her books away into her bag and threw her bag on her shoulder, went over to the notice board and read in scribbled writing:

Quidditch Try-outs.

Thursday!

Sigh below (name and year)

Lizzie saw many names underneath, she scanned the names down and one caught her eye, Ginny Weasley. Lizzie had only met her briefly in the common room, while she was with Harry. She was very friendly to Harry...almost too friendly. Lizzie soon got her mind back to what she was doing; she took her quill and wrote her name on the list. She felt relieved once she had finished.

"I hope you will tell Dad," said a familiar voice from behind Lizzie. She turned and saw her sister standing before her.

"Of course I'm not, he would kill me if he found out. But I'm doing it for Mum." Lizzie replied, still slightly startled by her sister's sudden appearance.

"I know, but I still think you should tell Dad, he would want to know," said Alex.

"I don't even know if I'm on the team yet!" exclaimed Lizzie.

"Of course you'll be on the team, I don't think that there is another flyer in the school who has played nationally before!" Alex protested, "You'd better get off to bed, you have a big lesson with me tomorrow." She turned and walked towards the fire and took some floo powder out of her pocket and threw it into the fireplace and said "Professor Heart's office, Hogwarts" and she was gone within an instant.

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Again, Stay tuned for the Quidditch tryouts!