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Quidditch trials were only a few hours away, and although Lizzie liked Quidditch, she was dreading it. She was in the middle of a potions lesson with Snape. Harry and Hermione were on the same workbench as her. As they were making Skelegro, Hermione asked both Lizzie and Harry what they wanted for their careers.
"I have always thought about becoming an Auror." Harry said. Lizzie looked up in fear. Her new best friend wanted to become the same thing that her mother was, and now she was dead. She didn't even like how her sister was one too, thinking she might loose her.
"That's great Harry! You would be so good at it." Hermione responded excitedly, "How about you Lizzie? What do you want to be?" she asked insightly. Lizzie did not want to answer. She knew what she wanted to be, but after her Mum dieing, she had restricted herself from pursuing her dreams. It was her Dad that pushed it out of her; after all he did not see Lizzie playing Quidditch as a good career.
"I don't know," she lied, "I haven't given it much thought." Hermione looked shocked at Lizzie's response.
"But we are already at NEWTs!" she exclaimed loudly. Snape looked up from his desk.
"Miss Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor for mindless out-bursts in the classroom." He said and Hermione got on with brewing her skelegro.
"What do you want to do then?" Harry asked Hermione inquiringly. Hermione looked up and mouthed "Healer"
Lizzie was in her dorm, anxious about what was about to happen. She thought she didn't want to do it, but then she thought of her Mum. She had always backed her up on her Quidditch and she was thankful for that. So. Lizzie picked up her Firebolt and walked down to the common room, where the Harry and the potential Chasers gathered.
"Listen up!" the gathering went quiet. "Now we are all going to make our way down to the Quidditch pitch and then you are going to get in groups of three and pass the quaffle around. I want to see how good your reflexes are. Also, Ron will be coming with us to see how good your goal scoring is. Alright, let's go!"
Harry and Ron led the group, which was closely followed by Ginny. Lizzie stayed at the back, so she was not noticed. But then she felt a tap on her back. She turned and saw Hermione.
"Your going for it? Why didn't you say?"
Lizzie shrugged in response; she wanted to do this for her Mum.
"I'm coming to watch!" Hermione immediately said and with that, she got her scarf quickly from the dorm and followed Lizzie down to the Quidditch pitch.
"Ok, now I'm going to take a register sort of thing. See if anyone has landed with detention." Harry began to scan down the list of names, reading them as he went. After a while it came to:
"Ginny?"
"Yeah, I'm here." She replied, smiling.
"Seamas?"
"Yep." Called Seamas.
"Liz-," Harry gave a suspicious look towards Lizzie, "Alright, and Lizzie?"
"Yeah," Lizzie replied
Harry gave the piece of parchment once he'd finished to Hermione who walked over to the stand. The trials went on for about an hour. During which, Lizzie scored every goal she had a chance to against Ron whilst dodging everyone as well as the blugders that were let loose. She was giving it her all, thinking of her Mum all the time. Ginny didn't do so badly either, except she didn't score all her goals, and got a bludger in the side. Everyone else was trying to stay focused, but everyone had their kept getting distracted by Lizzie, they couldn't believe it how good she was. Harry was amazed, he had never seen a Chaser move so fast except in the Quidditch World Cup a few years back. He called the session to an end.
"Ok, I have made my choice for the three new Chasers and they are," He paused for effect, "Ginny!" Ginny let out a shriek, "Seamas!" Seamas grinned, "And Lizzie!" Lizzie was relieved. Hermione ran up and hugged her. "I'm sorry for the rest of, try next time though!"
Everyone but Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamas, Ginny and Lizzie trudged back in disappointment to the castle.
"Well, congratulations!" Harry said, "Now, we shall be practicing hard. Our first match is against Hufflepuff on Halloween. I will be giving out practice timetables tomorrow. Now we should all get some sleep."
Every walked back up to the castle together, Lizzie kept looking forwards knowing that Harry kept glancing at her and Ron was talking to Hermione about her too. As they reached the Gryffindor common room, the news about the three new Chasers had already spread. Lizzie didn't like that and ran straight for her dorm, Hermione saw and closely followed. Lizzie threw her Firebolt onto her bed and fell onto it too. She heard footsteps come in and she knew it was Hermione.
"What's the matter? Aren't you pleased?" She said, sitting down at the bottom of Lizzie's bed. Lizzie let out a sigh. "You were excellent out there, why didn't you say you were good? Great even?" Lizzie again let out another sigh and sat up to talk.
"I didn't because of my Dad. He doesn't like me playing Quidditch."
"Ok, so why did you go for it?" Hermione asked.
"Because of my Mum, she always supported me with Quidditch right through to the World Cup."
"World Cup? You played nationally?"
"Yes, I did, for Italy. Up till the World Cup, my Dad supported me too. But then the Dark mark appeared and my Mum and Sister went out to fight. That's where the Death Eaters met my Mum. 2 years later, they found her again, and murdered her." Hermione let out a gasp. Lizzie fell backwards onto her bed again. "Don't tell anyone please." She said to the ceiling.
"Course not, why would I? Now, come on. The Gryffindors never miss a chance to have a party, and by the sounds of it. It's getting started." Hermione replied grabbing Lizzie's hand and pulling her downstairs.
The party lasted till the early hours in the morning. Lizzie was slumped in one of the armchairs next to the fire with a butterbeer in her hand. She put on a brave face whenever someone came to congratulate her on becoming a Chaser and she said thanks nicely. After a few hours, Harry came over.
"Oh my god! You were so good out there!" Harry excitedly said. Lizzie responded by shrugging her shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing…well, I just know my Dad is not going to be happy with me if he finds out." Lizzie said morbidly.
"Why?" Harry asked.
Lizzie sighed. "Doesn't matter. I'm going to go to bed. Night." Lizzie got up and walked back to the dorms. When she got there she got into her pyjamas and got into her four-poster bed and fell straight to sleep.
Next morning at breakfast Lizzie noticed how her sister wasn't at the teacher's table but thought little of it and sat down and poured herself a cup of coffee. Harry, Ron and Hermione came to join her.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts first thing today." Harry beamed. Lizzie looked back and smiled back. Harry turned to Ron and passed him some pieces of parchment.
"Ron hand these out to the team can you mate?"
"Sure" Ron answered. He gave one to himself and Lizzie, then made his way down the table giving them out to the team as he went.
Just then, about thirty flying owls swooped into the great hall carrying post. Many carried the daily prophet. Lizzie looked up and saw one owl that she recognized. It was George, her family owl. She was pleased; she had post from her Dad. George flew down and stood tall in front of Lizzie. Lizzie saw what letter he had given her and it was red in colour. A howler.
"Run!" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison. Lizzie picked it up and bolted out of the Great Hall as fast as she could, she made her way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts room, where it opened and bawled it's message. In an instant, Lizzie knew it was her Dad's voice.
"LIZZIE, I AM DISAPOINTED IN YOU, I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO FOR QUIDDITCH AND YOU BETRAYED MY WORD. I AM NOT PLEASED AND HOPE THIS HOWLER WILL EMBARRESS YOU ENOUGH. DO NOT PLAY QUIDDITCH!"
"I told you." Said a familiar voice, Lizzie's sister had appeared from her office.
"I don't care what you think, I am doing this for Mum. I don't know how he even found out!" Lizzie bellowed. Alex looked down. "It was you, you told him! How could you?"
"He needed to know what you were letting yourself in for. That Dark Mark that appeared could appear again, the Death Eaters will go for the flyers first. Believe me!" protested Alex.
Lizzie looked at her sister in disgust. She ran out of the classroom and headed straight for Gryffindor tower. She was going to do this, no matter what her Alex said or her Dad said. She was going to do this.
Stay Tuned!