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A/N: Sorry for the story being a bit…well…seriously confusing. The come about of this story wasn't thought out so well…and the plot and all the small things we want to happen in this story will really start to surface now. So sorry for all the delays, I hope you have been enjoying the story somewhat though!

Chapter 11
Chelsea

The first week of school had flown by. I sat at the house table for breakfast on a Sunday morning all alone. Well, that was sort of a lie. Kyle was sitting across from me. Chelsea and Jeslyn were still asleep I had Quidditch practice at twelve today and it was 10:15 right now. I still needed to get all my weekend homework done. This was a really unsmooth week.

Out of no where the mail came. A bunch of mail was dropping from owls and then a heap of papers was dropped infront of me and Kyle and all the other people in the great hall. A letter from my mom asking why I hadn't written, and a Daily Prophet from a few days ago, I didn't have anything better to do so I read the Daily Prophet.

An interesting article caught my eye as I was reading. It was about the Wizard Walter who was gaining more and more power. Investigations on the Wizard said that they didn't know of his whereabouts and that as far as they knew he had one enemy that he intended on destroying. But, investigations were still going to find out who he planned on killing and if he intended on killing more.

I dropped the paper scared. It was like he-who-must-not-be-named was coming back in another form. The wizard I had read about just now, and the wizard who I read about a month ago…were the same guy. He had one mortal enemy…maybe more. I looked up at Kyle who had his Daily Prophet opened to the same article; he placed his down and looked at me.

"Creepy, huh?" Kyle asked me.

"Yeah," I said not knowing what else to say. I wasn't scared when Voldemort was around, even though I was in the same school as Harry Potter. I guess it was just the fact we knew so little about a wizard who was so dangerous so soon. I got a peace of parchment from my school bag, which was so conveniently placed next to me, and scribbled Mich a letter. It basically said, I need to meet you in the owlery at two we need to discuss this. Then I ripped the article from the news paper and put it in the envelope.

"It would be really weird if like I was the one he wanted to kill," Kyle joked. I looked up to him with a frown.

"It's not funny," I said sealing the envelope, "I got to go." I stood up and walked out of the great hall. I heard Kyle ask 'Was it something I said?' before I got out of hearing range. I ran up the stairs to the Owlery and found the only owl awake. I ran up to it and shoved the letter at his face.

"Michelle Davis…RIGHT NOW!" I bellowed and I saw the owl fly out the window and take a right down the wall of the castle. I flew out of the owlery and down the stairs. On my way down the stairs I slammed into someone.

"What'd I do to you?" Jeslyn asked me as we tumbled down the bottom of the stairs. I slammed hard onto the floor.

"Everything," I joked and stood up, "why were you going to the owlery?'

"To send my mom a letter," She picked up her letter and it was split half way down the middle.

"Sorry…"

"Why were you running down the stairs?"

"I don't like walking down the stairs. You know that."

"Yeah, well, I really need to be on my way. I need to start and finish a project today, I need to do the rest of my homework, and re-write this letter. I'll see you then," Jeslyn walked off and I stood there and sat on the steps. I had nothing to do, ever. Everyone was talking about the dance and it was formal so we all had to wear gowns. I didn't have any gowns to speak of. I also didn't have anyone to go with. Wasn't this great? I shook my head; I had bigger things to think of.

I heard a whizzing sound in the distance and I turned my head to see a paper rocketing towards my head. I ducked and it hit the wall and landed on the stairs. I picked it up and unrolled it. It had one simple sentence on it: One of two of whom you knew, don't you dare but be very aware. I looked at it and studied it. Of whom I knew? One of two? So, it was a good thing that I was going to get together with Mich.

I got up from the stairs and walked to the Hufflepuff common room and got read for an early Quidditch practice. It was around 11. Really early, if I walked slowly to the Quidditch pitch I would take about thirty minutes, and then I could get on my broom and fly around.

I went to my room and under my bed. Where was my broom? WHERE WAS MY BROOM? I jumped up from my bed and looked around the dorm. I check under everyone's beds frantically. It wasn't under anyone's beds. I ran from the dorm and to the common room, it wasn't anywhere.

I ran from the common room and out into the hall and saw John. I wanted to talk to him, but, I couldn't. I had to find my broom.

"Chelsea!" He yelled I halted to a stop.

"I can't talk John. I lost my broom and Quidditch practice is in forty five. Sorry, meet me back here at five-thirty, okay?" I asked him and sped off before he could answer. I felt bad cutting him off like that but…I would be shunned from the Quidditch team if I didn't show up.

I ran into Chelsea as I was running along. She was a chaser on the team.

"CHELSEA!"

"CHELSEA!" She yelled back to me.

"Have you seen my broom?" I asked her.

She chuckled, I didn't find this funny, "It's in the broom closet at the pitch. You put it there at the first practice on Wednesday. Duh."

I stared at her and we walked down the hall out the corridor, out the school, then to practice. I got my broom and Chelsea got hers. We played tag on the brooms until the rest of the team got there.

Kyle was a beater, I was a beater, and Chelsea was a chaser. A girl names Angie Marie was another Chaser, we all though it was funny her last name was a first name, Sarah Dunn was another Chaser, our keeper was a boy named Eric "Dude" Lafflin, we all called him dude…he was really hippie, and our Quidditch captain was our seeker, Scott Parke.

"Start the practice already Scott!" Angie said.

"Dude we need the practice to start man," Dude said. Scott laughed.

"Shut up. Let me start with saying…Welcome to the second practice of the season. Let me show you this maneuver we are going to be trying out, it's really sort of tricky, and it should be good. I find it one of those things that can really distract the other team's seeker and teammates. Beaters play a big part in this; you really have to use your skill."

The play was indeed cool. And we did indeed have to use our skill. Quidditch practice was fun, but I needed to go meet up with Mich. The practice ended and Scott was well pleased with what we had accomplished. I mounted my broom again and zoomed to the school while everyone cleaned up. I landed infront of the school and reached into my cloak pocket for the message I had gotten before. This would be interesting.