Shitza: Hi again, here I am again. It's nearing Christmas and I feel all joyful. Well, the 13th is a special day, it's Lucia. And I can't wait until Remember what I wrote in HotF. Lucia is one really celebrated day around, especially for all of us as we have celebrated it since we went to playschool. Not only counting me then, also my friends. And I'm really happy!

Seeeza: (holds hands over her ears) Lucia, Lucia, she's gone mad. I really hope she did something out from this chapter.

Tári: Not to worry, she did. She's just like this year out, year in as Christmas slowly arrives. Lucky her Christmas is celebrated the 24th here. I wouldn't stand if she went all this for a day longer.

Shitza: Also, thank you all readers and reviewers! No, I haven't fully recovered from the stress, I'm still keeping a low profile in writing, but I hope you will like this chapter. I also want to thank blaze potter for wonderful ideas which made this chapter much longer then it would have been, and hopefully even better.

Shitza

Ps: No, I don't really have anything against Krum in the books. I don't know what flew into me when I made him into an evil character, guess it's too late to change things back. Well, we'll see what happens with everything around.

Pps: Have I so far mentioned this fic' is more violent then the first. Please tell me if I make too much of it so I can erase those details. I don't want to leave my younger readers in nightmares.

Chapter 25 The Quidditch Match

The sun rose slowly, even in bed Harry could imagine the wild crowd that would within hours walk up to the Quidditch pitch, waiting in anticipation for the first match of the season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Everyone ion the Gryffindor common room longed for the match, and every seventh year Gryffindor, who had met Cassandra various times wanted to know how the match would end. No one thought Cassandra as a traitor anymore, but the most of them wanted to see Ravenclaw beaten anyway. This years Quidditch competition would surely be very interesting.

Harry got up and got dressed. He saw Ron was already down, probably eating breakfast. As Harry hurried down himself he met one of the new Chasers, Jaqueline on the way. the French girl told him various things she had in mind, one of them clearly sounding like being a huge fan of him. He nodded, but didn't know exactly what to reply. He was though thankful she didn't seem like one of the girls screaming over him, trying to get a hair from his head, to treat like some kind of relic.

The two of them arrived ten minutes later in the crowded Great Hall. Jaqueline went to join her friends and Harry hurried over to the Heirs Table, which lay in an unusual silence. Maybe because two captains were having a staring contest, which ended with a draw. The two of them turned, blushing like two tomatoes. Everything also was seen by a particular cheerful Blaze, who couldn't help telling the other Gryffindors, and some pass by Ravenclaws. The first episode of the day became a joke as the Ravenclaws invented a special joke, which said… "Let us score and then play out with Cassandra". The whole school knew already about this relationship, which wasn't good because many Gryffindors threatened Ron of locking him out from the Gryffindor Common Room if he let Cassandra score the goals.

Harry shook his head. He knew that the Gryffindors wouldn't be able to lock either Ron or him out, they would be able to blast themselves through the portrait if so, but he wondered how Ron's popularity would sink if Cassandra did all the scores.

Just then Dumbledore rose from his seat, telling everyone to go down to the pitch in order to watch the first game of the season. As the Gryffindor Quidditch team rose from their seats, every single Gryffindor wished them luck, even so Ron and Harry received a Good luck from Draco, which surprised about everyone. Ron smiled and Harry laughed. This truly was life!

Yet as the teams went to get changed for the match, two figures moved away towards a little corner of the stand, drooling over a box of Wizarding fireworks they had got their hands on. Surely they wanted to see Gryffindor win, but after spying at Ravenclaw they thought… why don't we sabotage for those eagles and let the others have a chance on scoring.

All of this of course was discovered by a rather angry Hermione, who had seen the two Creevey brothers sneak away for some mischief. So they didn't get to blow of the Ravenclaw seeker from his broom as they had planned, which was both a good and a bad thing. The good thing was, the team wouldn't be accused on cheating. The bad thing was that now Blaze would have to know, and meeting Blaze when he wasn't satisfied, they would rather take three detentions with Filch.

Above the game had started, and it was a wild game with no sign of friendship. The Ravenclaws had so far scored five times, earning them fifty points. Four of these scores had also been scored by Cassandra, which made everything a bit irritating. Yet the Gryffindors had managed fully nine scores in all. Ginny, Daniel and Jaqueline flew like bullets, making it almost impossible for the Ravenclaw Keeper to keep up the pace. The crowd cheered on as Daniel threw the Quaffle to Jaqueline, who scored the tenth goal in all. The Ravenclaws started to get really irritated. And it didn't go any better, as Harry spotted the Snitch and grabbed it right before the new Ravenclaw Seekers nose.

It was a mass outbreak of joy later in the common room as everyone cheered and laughed. Yet still some persons were still missing. Ron had gone of to talk to Cassandra, who had disappeared from the pitch, crying. Also neither Blaze nor the Creevey brothers had been spotted, but one third year said she had seen Blaze down in the Second floor corridor, shouting at the two brothers about something. Harry shook his head, he had heard the story from Hermione. That those two never learnt their lesson!

Just then, moments later someone unexpected turned up, and no one knew how he had been able to enter, so every single Gryffindor backed. It was Draco, and understandable no one really trusted him. He was dressed in a black robe with an emerald green cloak hanging on his shoulders.

Harry, Neville and especially Hermione went to welcome him. Harry was happy to see him, even though he wasn't so sure about how he had managed to come through the portrait hole. Hermione was as happy as ever to see her boyfriend, who had after that Krum incident completely forgiven him. Neville smiled, knowing who had let him in. Indeed a minute after Blaze returned, dragging the Creevey brothers after him.

"Blaze, how could you?!" The Gryffindors all asked, finally understanding what had happened.

"Why should we block him out, Draco's a nice goy and besides, I'm kind of tired of this crack between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Harry nodded. Not all Slytherins were bad, so far all the heirs knew. And ever since Blaze had helped out he had showed them being not only smart, but also useful in many meanings. One thing was that he had started to join in some of their own lessons, like archery and Swords. He did practise with them, but also he had a great knowledge in metal, and had promised to make special weapons for their uses. Harry thought of the sword he had received and Cassandra, for example, had received a longbow in pure silver, which had a fantastic ability.

Yet another reason for joining in was that Blaze's potion lessons stood in the same hour, and after Halloween Snape would very likely have cracked his head off. Blaze knew when he was in trouble, and being with the heirs were far more interesting then making potions.

The rest of the day could only be classified as strange, especially for all the Gryffindors. After Draco's entrance he joined in on several conversations and for many seeing the heir of Slytherin laugh was a shock indeed.

(By the Oak)

Cassandra sat by the great trunk, trying to calm down. But inside she felt unusually empty. She usually didn't believe in rumours, but this time, everything was different. Yes, she had lost the game, but that was just a minor problem. The real problem was Ron, and the things she had seen.

(Flashback)

It was a really gloomy looking team that walked back to the changing rooms. Cassandra tried to keep up a rather cheery mood, admiring the others. But just as she passed one particularly beautiful girl she saw Ron wink back, looking brighter then ever. She couldn't believe her eyes as the girl hurried over to him. They seemed to have a rather happy conversation, and then she saw it. They kissed, four time s and all.

She felt the threads of jealousy burn in her. he rarely got jealous, but this time. Someone was trying to steal him away from her. She wouldn't allow that, but revenge… how should she be able to revenge her without Ron hating her.

Suddenly she heard someone approach and she turned to see Krum standing smiling at her. She wondered what in hell that thing was doing here? Last time she had seen him was when he had tried to steal Hermione away from them. She wondered what he was doing back again?

"Hello Ravenclaw, why are you here, so alone and cold? Where's your warm blaze Gryffindor? I have a feeling something has occurred which hurt you deeply."

Cassandra inhaled slowly as Krum walked closer. He soon stood only three feet away from her, and still she hadn't gone for her wand. She knew he was working for Voldemort, but somehow she felt as if understood her, in a way no on else did. Tears once more started to trickle down her cheeks.

"Oh, someone has stolen him from me. Well, let me guess, you saw this really beautiful woman approach him, kissing him four times. I know who she is, and I know how you can revenge him."

"You do?" she said stunned. She had only managed to catch his words because he spoke about her problems in a way that fascinated her. She dared take one step closer.

"That freak is a Veela, and it is in her nature to enchant men on following her around. If I were you I would kill her before she does something more."

Cassandra felt her heart stop beating. Kill her, no way… she had never killed anything before, not even a mouse… NO!!!

"Then you will loose him forever!" Krum said. Cassandra fell to her knees. Krum dropped a dagger in her hand. It was made of some black stone and she could feel the darkness in it. It burnt in her hand.

"Do it!" he said before disappearing. As he disappeared Cassandra didn't see the smile on his face as he thought of the things that would now happen, once he would get back to his master.

In the Gryffindor common room things started to calm down and more and more retired to their dorms. Almost everyone, except for the Heirs, Blaze, Iris and a cloaked person who had been standing in the corner of the room ever since the feast had started.

"Finally!" Hermione said sitting down in Draco's lap. Iris did about the same in Harry's before there was a loud giggle as Harry playfully tickled her.

Neville shucked. He sure wished Sabina was with him, but he knew he would see her in the morning. In an armchair Ron sat, feeling really alone. He had searched the whole castle without finding his girlfriend anywhere. It was as if she had disappeared into the open air.

Blaze yawned, standing by the mantelpiece. Just then the cloaked person moved from the spot she had been standing. She took away the cloak to reveal herself. Blaze had a hard time to stop staring. He had to think there is another girl for me.

It was always the same for her, men staring at her, a few drooling. She was tired of it, but it was not that she came to talk about.

"Hello Fleur!" Harry greeted as she came over and answered back in the French way she had learnt. Kissing him on the cheek. She did the same with everyone, even Blaze who had a hard time fighting his blush.

"What made you return?" Draco asked a bit surprised by seeing her there. He knew she nowadays worked together with Ron's oldest brother Bill, but he hadn't expected to see her at Hogwarts once more. Last time she had sounded as if she hated the place.

"I was on my way up north and I decided to stop by ere. You see, I met Tonks some days ago and she wanted you too see this."

She held out a Muggle Newspaper, were the headline was "They aren't Trustable" They all sighed as they saw the picture. It was a picture of Cornelius Fudge fighting with some Muggle journalists even blasting one of the cameras.

"Someone would need to blast him away!" Iris said. Everyone agreed on this. That so-called political fool had done enough.

"There was also more, but I have already told Ron" she said blushing.

"Told him what?" Hermione asked.

"That I and Bill are getting married" she said. She held out her hand and showed them a beautiful silver ring, shaped like two crossed leaves with a diamond in the centre.

"Congratulation!" Harry said sounding slightly shocked. The others too came to congratulate, all of them lost for words.

'I wish Cassandra was here to hear this. I wonder how in the world I would be able to tell her, it took me long enough to say that I loved her Ron thought.

In another part of the castle, in the Ravenclaw Chamber, Cassandra sat holding the dagger with two hands. Her hands shook. Should she or should she not?

(Monday, the 4 November)

Harry yawned as he put another arrow on the string. It was five minutes until after their archery class had begun and h felt very drowsy. Yet he tried to at least look cheerful.

The six teens stood in a line, aiming at a various supply of things like enchanted apples, which kept moving when you didn't wish to or jumping quills. He aimed and hoped he wouldn't miss. He did miss…

In a corner blaze sat having a conversation with their Archery master. He was currently working on the bow for Draco, which was designed as a snake, which looked very brilliant indeed. He was also their arrow maker, since many times arrows did snap into pieces.

"You're getting better Harry!" he said. "That's just three misses out of five so far."

Harry smiled. Archery wasn't his best class, it required more timing and better aim. He knew Hermione and Cassandra were really good. Even Neville had mastered it and usually only missed one time of ten.

Minutes later the bell rang and they had to hurry to get to the next class. Next it was logic, and they said goodbye to blaze as he had to hurry off to Transfiguration. But right outside the Logic classroom they met fleur, who was on her way off. Her stay at Hogwarts was over. Just as she said goodbye to Ron Cassandra passed by and once more the scenery at the Quidditch pitch was repeated.

She didn't know what to do. Her life was split. She had the dagger in her pocket and the desire of throwing it burned in her.

She went to find it, but then…

No, she wasn't a murderer. If Ron decided to dump her it was fine with her. She turned and left.

"Blaze! Out!"

Blaze sighed as Minerva McGonagall showed him out from the classroom. He hadn't been able to predict that right now Ista had to wake up. Ista was Draco's Emerald Cobra, which he had borrowed for some experiments later. Yet he hadn't known about the professor's great dislike for snakes.

He walked up towards the corridors, wondering if he might be able to slip into the Heirs logic class. But when he came to the third corridor he saw Cassandra run away. In her hand he saw something that suspiciously looked like a dagger. Panicking he ran to find the others before something bad would happen.

(The Logic Classroom)

They all sat heads down in papers trying to find the right answers for questions. Some answers turned out to be really easy, but still many of them where more difficult then anything they had seen. All though Hermione didn't seem to have any problems as she already had reached question 406b, while the others currently were on 87d.

Just then the doors opened and blaze ran in. The poor Marauder looked dead as he fell to the floor having been running like the wind.

"Cassandra… dagger… I saw her on the third floor…"

The heirs shot one glance at each other before running down. Their Logic master yelled after them that the lesson hadn't ended yet, but at the words dagger and Cassandra they feared the worse.

They reached the floor, Blaze by their heals. Suddenly Hermione pointed at the floor. It was blood.

"No" Ron said running away following the traces. The others followed as quickly as they could. Moments later they saw something. Cassandra lay on the floor, ghostly pale. Someone was bent over her, holding a dark blood stained dagger. They didn't see any damage upon her except for a gash on her right hand.

Fire shot from the palm of Ron's hand. The fire roared, sounding very much like a lion in attack. The figure, whoever he was, fled. Ron bent down by Cassandra, thinking the worst.

"Don't move her!" Neville warned as he finally caught up with them. Neville conjured a stretcher and magically put her on. He took her straight to the Hospital Wing for a closer look. Her stretcher passed Blaze, who looked deeply worried. He had never in his life seen a person being so bloodstained as she had become. It was a miracle she was still alive.

There lied an unusual silence over them as they all went to the Room of Requirement, the only place they were allowed to be alone. Neville wasn't there, he had gone to the Wing to find Madam, Pomfrey and to get her to help him. Cassandra's wounds were more then just wounds, so far he could tell.

Ron sat down in an armchair, feeling heartbroken. Harry and Hermione tried their best to cheer him up yet any word they used didn't help them, instead he felt more depressed. But then…

"Snap out of it Gryffindor, whatever happened to Cassandra it wasn't your fault."

Everyone in the room turned from Ron to Draco.

"She has been manipulated once you know. I wouldn't be surprised this isn't the last time she will be. Remember once she breaks down Voldemort takes her. You all remember what happened last time, especially you would Harry, and you turned her back to us."

Harry nodded. He knew Voldemort mastered Leglimens, the ability to read brains. He wouldn't be surprised if he also could manipulate them, once a shock came. If you suffered in a really deep shock you could do anything stupid.

Hermione trembled. She too remembered that incident. That time she had been one of the victims having been attacked by her.

Ron looked down on his knees. He hoped with everything in his heart that was left that Cassandra would be able to revive from the wounds. They had no idea how long this could have taken, but it had to be since their lesson had started. But what could have caused it?

Blaze had left, he had returned to the common room. Even if he was a good friend they still wanted to discuss this for themselves. Just then the door opened and Neville came back, his expression telling them bad news.

"How's it going?" Harry asked.

"She's been sent to St Mungus. There were wounds from some kind of Dark dagger, which sent some kind of evil force into her heart. Now that dagger probably wasn't designed for her, I suspect for a more magical creature."

"You don't mean it would have gone killing fleur. She's part veela you know!" Hermione said.

"It could be and still could be not. I don't know, I have never dealt with things like that."

"At least you tried your best. I hope Dumbledore wouldn't mind if we all took a trip to St Mungus, would he?" Harry asked.

(Dumbledore's Office)

"It's terrible yes, and you don't know who did it?"

"We have our suspicions, but without proofs we can't prove it's him. All though Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker has turned up here and behaved very strangely. One thing is that he claims on being one of Voldemort's workers, but I haven't seen any dark mark on him, nor anything to prove it. He tried to claim Hermione as his, which thankfully was stopped by Blaze. I haven't seen Krum since that, he has been keeping a low profile. Yet I believe he could have been the one to stab Cassandra."

Dumbledore looked worried as he rose from his seat and said.

"Further lessons for you today will be cancelled. And so it may be until you can solve this problem. For the safety of the Hogwarts students I once more have to get you to help me."

"Don't worry Professor Dumbledore, we will. No way w will let that culprit slip away from this. I will personally let him pay for hurting my Cassandra."

Behind him the others sighed. Ron was brave, but right now he just sounded like someone who just wanted the spotlight. Draco wondered how much brain Ron really had. Sometimes that man behaved on instincts rather then thoughts. Hermione wondered what in the hell had gotten into him. Harry wondered how on earth they would be able to take him down from his current position in the clouds.

Just then the door opened and Blaze entered. He had been listening on the conversations.

"I didn't mean to disturb, but I have an idea. I think I know how we can catch him." He said. "I think I have an idea, but I also will need your help. Once Cassandra comes back, do you think we could…"

He lowered his voice. They all bent closer to listen and minutes later they all smiled.

"That's brilliant, I can't believe I didn't come with that first," Ron said while the others sighed.

"How come you didn't land up in Ravenclaw Blaze, I mean that's far better then my idea?" Hermione asked.

Blaze smiled, knowing why. He didn't detest Ravenclaw, but being with the clever ones around would mean he wouldn't be able to plan all those jokes he had in mind. Because half of his pare time he spent thinking up new pranks and stuff like that. So once in a while it was quite useful to use his brain in different situations. He always had ideas that involved pain, pranks and laughter for the makers. Yet this time it would be more important then usual.

(St Mungus, about an hour later)

Cassandra lay on one of the hospital beds. She was still very pale, but the doctors had told them she was slowly recovering. The stab she had received hadn't been devastating, but still dangerous and it had required a lot of rare potions to get her healed, potions in which would have taken months for Neville to make. The Hufflepuff promised himself that once he got back, he would make one bottle in every single potion recipe that would be needed. Because now not only the Wizarding world was in danger, so was also every single soul living. And he knew he would need this, because of his healing abilities he knew people would turn to him, sooner or later.

The heirs and Blaze, who had volunteered to follow, rounded up around her bed. There were many healers around, all wearing green robes, hurrying from warden to warden. Harry felt his eyes sting as tears threatened to trickle down. Beside him he knew Hermione was wiping away hers with the hem of her sleeve. Draco stood beside her, arm around her shoulder. Ron sat on a chair by her bed, holding her cold right hand. It was a good thing blaze had gone to warn them, or else they might have been to late.

Blaze stood by the end of the bed, looking down at Cassandra. Suddenly he saw something, which made him curious. A piece of paper in her left hand. He tried to point this out to all the others, who didn't notice him. So he bent forward to pick it up. They all wondered what he was doing. He took the crumbled paper and opened it. It was a will, her testament. He read it out loud for the others to hear.

I, Cassandra Esmeralda Ridgeback, Daughter of Edward Daniel Ridgeback and rightful heir of Ravenclaw hereby say my own words. In this case of my early death I will leave all my belongings to Mr Viktor Fredrik Krum. Also my estate and the key to the valley will be left in his care.

As for the secret drown of Ravenclaw, our ultimate knowledge will be handed to the Master of Viktor. He alone will have all the detailed analyses from the beginning of the first millennium until now. Everything we Ravenclaws have researched and found will be left to him to hold. I will also leave the Blue Aura to protect him. My last words will be, win this oh Dark Lord, my master and lord.

Signed: Cassandra Esmeralda Ridgeback

The air seemed to have disappeared from their lungs. Now everyone wondered what truly could have happened. Why on earth would Cassandra sign a will in the favour of Krum, a guy she barely knew and most of all despised?

Just then the healers showed them out. It was time for Cassandra's potions. In order to restore all the lost blood she had received. Yet on the way out, everyone looked at each other. Yet they all really knew the answer, deep, deep inside. It was him, it was always him. It was always Voldemort.

(Rosengard)

Viktor stood in one of the most coldest, gloomiest corridors he had ever seen. Here he knew he would meet his master, he had called for him. He walked down the corridor, to what looked like a medieval council. Only that the room was completely empty, except for…

"So finally you are here. What news do you bring this time, Viktor?"

Krum fell to his knees in a deep bow. "My Lord" he said. "I have done what you asked of me. Please return this favour of mine."

"Favour? I didn't ask this of you as a favour. Crucio!"

The screams could possible be heard as far down as Oslo, the Norwegian capital. It was pain, searing pain.

"Go, and do something of higher value. Or else you can think that those you love will be gone forever."

In a far away corner Krum saw something, which had haunted him for years. It was his sister, Samantha. She was tied by the neck with a large chain and she was crying. The image disappeared and Krum woke up, sweating. It was all a dream, or was it. Samantha was gone, and if she was dead or not he couldn't tell. These dreams had kept on haunting him for the past years. And it grew worse as his life was shattered before his eyes. The woman he had loved had carried on. His sister was gone, maybe forever. He sighed and went of to do, who knows what… His tasks ahead weren't yet completed after all.

(Hogwarts)

After having returned through the Floo Network Harry and the others decided to get to bed. Blaze would have a hell of morning as he wasn't excused for being out of class. But he would rather take ten detentions with Filch then letting an opportunity to prove himself slip. His plan was brilliant and tomorrow it would take action. Tomorrow they knew Cassandra would return being fully recovered.

Harry got into bed, and drifted into sleep. He was exhausted. Almost every day he had been exhausted once he got to bed. He wondered when in the world he would be able to take a day off.

Some metres away Ron slept, snoring loudly. Neville sat on his, still fully dressed. It looked as if he was looking in some photo album of his parents. Harry knew he missed his parents, he had never just like him, got the opportunity to know them. But Harry knew he would get that opportunity, because he was sure Neville would be able to find the cure for it all.

Silently the Great Castle fell asleep and the day's events became yesterday. Tomorrow would be a new day and then… they would have to see what would happen. For now… it was dreams that awaited them.

To Reviewers: I think I wrote this chapter in record time. Took me two days in total. I know it has taken me time to post, but that's because it took me a major time to write the other chapters for the other stories. Oh well, here are my responses for you.

blaze potter: Well, glad I could help, and thanks for the invitation. All though it came as a bit of a shock, but hey. I'm still young and especially when you receive a mail saying now everyone in the whole world will be able to contact you, you surely hope your parents don't watch. (looks around making sure no one is reading over her shoulder) Anyway, well be seeing more of Blaze next chapter, I can say I really enjoyed writing this.

Dannen: Thanks, I am sure that the real Blaze also appreciated my actions. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you liked it.

dnd4ever: No, Hermione has never been possessed, but she didn't know exactly what to say when Krum dragged her around everywhere. And as you saw here, he had his reasons.

danielle: Well, I am always open for questions. And feel free to ask anything, I don't want my readers to go murmuring over a thing they read for weeks. Of course I can't give you all details, but I try the best I can. Also, I'm happy you liked last chapter. Also I know I didn't post many Muggle related events, I just felt like I can't have too much out or things will be too hard to understand. Thanks for reviewing, and there will be more Muggle things up. The war has just started you know.

End Notes: Woohoo, on to the next chapter. I really long to get Cassandra back and then we'll see what I'll make of... uhm… Blaze's plan. Thinking of it, what was the plan again?

Tári and Seeeza: (Drops dead on the floor.)

Shitza: To be honest, have to think about that. Okay, all authors makes mistakes. Well, ideas are welcome, but I'll think of something. I do have plans for this more then just tossing a net over the victim.

Shitza