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Lizzie lunged herself onto her bed and stayed there all morning, she missed Defence Against The Dark Arts and Potions (although that didn't matter) and she was planning to stay there all afternoon too. Lizzie heard light footsteps enter the room and thought it was Hermione.

"Hermione, I don't want to talk to anyone so just go away," She said into her pillow. Although it wasn't Hermione who answered.

"And what makes you think it's Miss Granger?" said the soft voice. Lizzie turned, it was Dumbledore.

"Oh, sorry Professor, I thought you were –"

"-Hermione," Dumbledore said, finishing Lizzie sentence. "I have just been informed that you did not attend any of your morning classes, I wish to know the reason, Miss Heart." He asked inquiringly. Lizzie didn't know how to respond to her Headmaster, she didn't think it was his job to handle truancy, and he certainly didn't want to know about the problems she was having with her sister. So what was she supposed to tell him? Dumbledore smiled and looked over his half-moon spectacles, "Well, can I have a guess?" Lizzie nodded, "You were sent a Howler this morning from your Father, saying that he didn't want you playing Quidditch and you were angry so you went to your sister, Professor Heart, for comfort but she only angered you more since you found that she was the one who told your Father about the Quidditch. So you decided not to go to her or Professor Snape's lessons." Lizzie was shocked. How did he know? Dumbledore smiled again. "Your Father wrote me a letter of complaint, saying that I should take you off the team, but there is one loophole, I can't take you off the team unless you have done something that deserves a ban. Only you or your Captain can take you off otherwise. I hope we shall see you at lunch," And with that, he turned and walked gracefully out of the door.

Lizzie was very pleased, but very hungry; she had skipped breakfast and had nothing to eat since and so she decided to go to lunch. She saw Hermione, Harry and Ron and went to sit next to them; all she wanted to do was eat. But of course she had to answer their questions.

"Where did you go?" Harry asked.

"Who was the Howler from?" Hermione inquired.

"Howler?" said Ron.

"You missed a great Defence class." Harry stated

"You missed a boring Potions one." Hermione added.

"Defence? Potions?" Ron asked, clearly puzzled

"Ok, I'll answer you questions. The howler was from my Dad, he found out that I got on the Quidditch team and he didn't like it. I have been in my dorm all morning; I didn't want to see my sister, because she was the one who told my Dad. That's all."

Ron still looked confused and Harry was curious.

"Why didn't your Dad like the fact that you got on the team?" he asked. Lizzie sighed.

"Because after the World Cup, he was scared. When the Dark Mark appeared, my Mum and Sister went out to fight, unfortunately my Mum got in the way of the Death Eaters and barely got away. My Dad has it in his head that Death Eaters could appear at any Quidditch match. I tried to fight against it, but his mind won't change. And there is another reason." Lizzie sighed again, "I had an accident during one of my matches in the World Cup – " Lizzie was cut short by Ron.

"You played in the World Cup? No wonder you're so good!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, I did. I played for Italy. Anyway, I caught a bludger in the chest and it caught me off guard. I fell about five hundred feet. As a result, the bones in both my legs and feet shattered, my pelvis was broken and most of my ribs cracked as well as several internal bleeds. They thought I wasn't going to survive, but thanks to a lot of Healers, I did. After that my Dad didn't want me to play Quidditch, though my Mum still believed that I could."

There was a long silence. Ron's jaw was still hanging from shock that Lizzie played nationally. Harry kept smiling and glancing at Lizzie. Hermione sat there and looked at her watch every few seconds, in the end, she just had the break the silence.

"Come on, we have Transfiguration to get to."

The next Quidditch practice was a fun one. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Seamas and the two beaters, Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke were laughing the whole way through, though Lizzie wasn't. Eventually, after Harry pulled a stomach muscle, he called the session to an end.

"Good work everyone, Hufflepuff won't know what's coming! Now I want you all to get a good nights sleep so you are ready for lessons tomorrow."

The team let out a groan once they heard Harry say the word lessons. Jack and Andrew made they way up to the castle and Ginny, Ron and Seamas talked in a group and walked towards the castle, leaving Lizzie and Harry alone.

"You're really good!" Harry exclaimed. Lizzie shrugged her shoulders; she did not believe that was her best practice she has had. Harry saw the expressionless face on Lizzie, so he stopped her from walking and turned her towards him. "You are an excellent Chaser, why don't you believe me?" he said softly. Lizzie looked up; she saw a compassionate look upon Harry's face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to tell Harry so badly about what happened, she was about to start but then Harry said, "Come on, let's go for a walk."

The walk was enjoyable, though Lizzie's eyes were still producing tears. She couldn't stop. Flying that night reminded her of that night 2 years a go. Harry was being really kind to her; he even put her arm around her. After a while, they settled under a tree by the lake. Lizzie was the one to speak first.

"I'm sorry," She said apologetically.

"What are you apologizing for?" Harry took hold of Lizzie and gave her a meaningful hug. She hugged back, she was so grateful. "What's the matter?" Harry asked insightly.

"I keep thinking about my Mum, she would have been so happy with me tonight, flying. But I keep thinking about my Dad too, he won't be pleased when he sees me next" Lizzie replied, still hugging Harry.

"Because of your accident?"

Lizzie nodded and pulled Harry even closer. Harry looked at her; she looked so pretty even though she was crying. Lizzie looked up at Harry. They were so close together that she could feel his heart beat against hers. They looked into each other's eyes and Lizzie put her arms around Harry's neck. Harry leaned forward and kissed her, and Lizzie kissed back.

They got back to Gryffindor common room quite late that night. They got to the Fat Lady and Harry was about to say the password but he hesitated.

"Do you want to tell other people about us?" Harry asked Lizzie.

"Well, not yet," She said shyly.

"Ok" Harry agreed and gave Lizzie hand a squeeze, "Chocolate frog." The Fat Lady opened and Harry and Lizzie went inside. Hermione was sitting at a desk doing her Transfiguration essay and Ron was obviously trying to get the answers from her.

"No Ron, the answers are in the text, why don't you read and find them out?" Hermione protested.

"Why should I need to read the text when you can easily just tell me?" Ron argued, he saw Harry and Lizzie, "Oh, hi guys!"

"Hi," Lizzie said as she sat down. She took a piece of parchment and her quill out of her bag and began to write

Dear Dad

I'm sorry but I am going to carry on with the Quidditch. I know you don't like me doing it because of what happened, but that wasn't my fault. As Mum said to me, "You must follow your dreams" and this is one of mine. I hope you will be able to forgive me and Alex is here, she'll look after me if anything happens

All my love

Lizzie x x

Lizzie didn't know what her Dad would think of her letter, but all the same, she was going to send it anyway.

"Harry can I borrow Hedwig?" Lizzie asked.

"Sure." Harry relied, grinning.

Stay Tuned for Part 9