A/N: Forgive me if this part seems a bit crap. I had an ending to it and wanted to get there, but I knew that parts in the middle needed filling up. So please read and enjoy! Reviews wanted badly!
Lizzie felt happy at Hogwarts, nothing was going wrong and it seemed nothing was about to go wrong. She woke early on Saturday morning filled with anticipation; today was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Harry had the team training very night before it got dark in order to get ready for this match as it was important to beat Ravenclaw so that they could at least be in the running for the Quidditch cup. Lizzie got up and had a long shower and all she could think about was she and Harry. She couldn't believe that they had been going out for so long, and to top of her feelings she had recently found out that Hermione and Ron liked each other. All though Hermione hadn't answered Lizzie's inquisitive question yet, she still knew the answer would be a yes. She knew from her feminine instincts.
Lizzie and her sister had been getting along great, they kept having their talks in Alex's office and Lizzie felt as she her and her sister were getting as closer then ever before. Alex had mentioned a lot about her years at Hogwarts and especially about Harry's parents. She was Lily's best friend and knew James pretty well, but Lizzie did not tell Harry this. Also, as Alex told Lizzie about Remus, it was only fair that she told Alex about Harry. Of course, Alex knew because she had seen them around together and guessed. She was also very pleased to see that Lizzie had moved on from Anthonio for Alex never trusted him though she didn't tell Lizzie this.
Lizzie towelled herself down and got changed into her jeans and white shirt and placed her casual scarlet robe on her shoulders and went down into the common room. Harry was there, sitting on the comfy armchair, staring into the fire. He hadn't noticed Lizzie coming into the room. She sighed, she was sorry to see this face on Harry again, he seemed distant and his face looked lost. Lizzie crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest in comfort. Harry came back from his thoughts.
"Good morning," Lizzie whispered in his ears.
"Morning," Harry croaked out taking a hold of Lizzie's arms. Lizzie slid round Harry and knelt in front of him.
"What's up?" Lizzie asked sympathetically, looking into Harry's intense green eyes. But Harry did not answer and dug his head into his hands. "Were you thinking about Sirius again?" Harry nodded and Lizzie hugged him closer.
"I keep thinking about what happened last summer, how it's my fault." Harry whimpered.
"No, it's not your fault. You keep looking at the bad side of things. Sirius died the way I know he would have loved too, he died fighting." Lizzie responded truthfully, but only after she had said it, she knew there would be more questions following.
"How do you know that? You didn't know him!" Harry exclaimed. Lizzie looked away; she knew she said too much. "Lizzie?" Harry asked again, intently.
"I have heard stories Harry," She said, getting up and looking into the fire. "Stories of Hogwarts in the Marauders' time. I know who Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prong were. I know them all, even your Mum." Lizzie finished and looked back at Harry who had a confused look about him.
"But how?" He asked curiously.
"My sister," Lizzie began, looking at Harry, "Not only did she know the Marauders pretty well, but she was your Mum's best friend." Harry was overwhelmed; he couldn't process all this information in on go. But still, he wanted to know more.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Harry asked, angrily.
"I don't know," Lizzie answered honestly, "But it's not like you haven't kept some things from me," she retorted. Harry opened his mouth as if he was to argue back but shut it quickly and thought before he spoke. Of course he had kept one thing from her, the prophecy that states that he will become a murderer or be murdered. It was a thought he did not like to think. Lizzie was still waiting for Harry to say something in response. Harry's face softened, and in return Lizzie's did too. Harry went over and kissed her passionately, Lizzie kissed back. Her happy spirit that she had in the morning had returned.
"Get a room mate!" A familiar voice said from somewhere in the common room. Lizzie and Harry returned back to earth, and saw Ron with a look of disgust on his face.
"You only say that because you're not getting any!" Harry teased, his arms still wrapped tightly around Lizzie's waist.
"Speaking of Ron's non-existent love life, when are you going to tell Hermione?" Lizzie asked Ron.
"Tell her what?" Ron answered with a quaver of fear in his voice. Lizzie sighed.
"That you like her," She responded witheringly.
"Ron will never tell her," Harry said, knowingly, "He has been pining over her for years. I think it was the Yule Ball when he first started to think she's pretty. Then the next summer, when we were at the head quarters of the order, you realised you fancied her. Then –" Harry was cut across by Ron.
"All right mate, I get your point." Harry grinned.
"Ron, we'll make a deal. If you don't tell Hermione by tonight, I will." Lizzie said with a beaming smile on her face. Ron saw he had no choice in the matter.
"Fine, I'll tell her after the Quidditch match."
"Gryffindor leads sixty point to ten!" A large voice of Riley Smith (the new Lee Jordan) filled the Quidditch stadium as fourteen players on broomsticks were chasing around the oval shaped pitch. Harry stayed high, looking for the snitch. Lizzie had the Quaffle and was racing towards the other teams end. Ginny was one side of her and Seamus the other. The three fifty-foot high hoops came into view and she threw the Quaffle over to Ginny, this was a move the three chasers had practised many a time in the past week. Lizzie rushed forward as Ginny threw the red Quaffle over to Seamus, who then threw it forward to Lizzie. Lizzie again raced forward and neatly propelled the Quaffle into the middle hoop.
"Heart scores!" Riley's voice echoed.
"Nice going Lizzie!" Seamus shouted across the pitch. "Honestly, you good enough to play for Eng-" Seamus was cut short by Riley's ringing voice.
"Potter has seen the snitch! The Ravenclaw seeker is now rushing behind him although his Nimbus eight-hundred is no match for Potter's Firebolt,"
Lizzie looked towards where Harry was racing, and true to Riley's words, the Ravenclaw seeker was trailing behind. Harry dove and stretched his hand out and clasped something tiny and gold in his hands. Madam Hooch blew the final whistle.
"Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor win two-hundred and twenty points to ten!"
Lizzie flew as fast as she could and got to Harry. She ran and hugged him, and the rest of the Gryffindor flew down and joined in. Under so much weight, they all bundled onto the ground. Harry still had the snitch in his hand. Lizzie and Harry got up from the ascending bundle of Quidditch players and saw Hermione running to see them.
"That was fantastic!" She exclaimed as she hugged both Harry and Lizzie. "Great catch Harry! Lizzie, that was a brilliant goal!" Hermione looked around, "Where's Ron?" Harry pointed to the bundle of people on the floor. Ron landed at the bottom and as a result was the last to get up. Hermione giggled and went over.
"Ron, why do you get yourself in such a state?" She said, offering her hand to help him get up. Ron smiled, and appreciatively took her hand.
"Hermione," Ron said seriously, brushing down his robes.
"Yes," Hermione responded. Ron looked over her shoulder to see Lizzie and Harry standing there with their arms around each other's waist, eavesdropping into the conversation.
"Err…we need to talk." Ron said, taking Hermione away towards the lake. Lizzie turned back to Harry and kissed him playfully. Harry grinned and leaned his head close to her head.
"Why don't we go to the Room of Requirement again?" He whispered in her ear. Lizzie bit her lip.
"Ok, but we need to return to the common room before. I need to," Lizzie thought, "freshen up."
She smiled sweetly and Harry agreed. They walked hand in hand amongst the crowd of students back up to the castle. Once they got to the common room, their fellow Gryffindors greeted them but Lizzie slipped away unnoticed as she climbed the stairs to her dormitory. She opened the door only to find a burly dark haired man lying confidently on her bed. Lizzie knew him, and dreaded to see him again.
"Hello Lizzie, nice to see you again." The man greeted in a strong Italian accent.
Lizzie was overcome by emotions. She was angry, yet relieved. But then frustrated and confused too.
"Ant…Anthon…Anthonio?" She stuttered, "Why are you here?"
To be continued….
A/N: I do apologise for the Quidditch scene, I know I'm not very good at writing them. I also apologise for how short this part is. Anyway, I hope you liked this part. Please please please leave a review. They really really really do help me!