Family problems, New Love and New life

Disclaimer; I own none of the fabulous Harry Potter characters, storylines or ideas that I have BORROWED from J.K Rowling.

Anyone I.D.I.O.T.I.C. enough to sue will be buried up to their necks in sand, and their heads covered in honey and left for the fire ants!

A big huge thanks to my beta guy GusMan! Thanks gussygoose, you made it easy to write. And to all those that read this story, I hope you enjoy it!

And now a big thanks to all my friends! Thanks guys, you are my rock! So a big thank you to all the Yr11 outcasts at WSHS!

So thanks to:

Dwayne

Crystal (aka Country mouse)

Gusman

Chad

Emma (Lil Em)

Shen (the ice queen wanna-be)

And Tomtom

And now, on with the Chapter 9!

Of we go laddies! (LOL please ignore the schizophrenic girls outbursts)

Old and New Players

"So there's this 9 foot high snowdrift and of course, Fred and George just HAD to climb it." Molly said, "And the second they started climbing it, they get blue hair with green spots, and their clothes turned into ladies evening robes! Meanwhile Bill and Charlie were both trying desperately not to laugh; unsuccessfully of course, at the fact that they had gotten their revenge on the twins."

All the adults chuckled at the thought of the mischievous twins, who were always playing pranks on everybody else, finally getting a prank pulled on them.

"I remember Amelia did something rather funny once." Sev said. "She didn't know about magic then, and she was around 6 or 7. She wanted a rabbit for some reason, but her parents had said no. She got rather upset and stormed off. Later, she asked me for my help, and I told her I couldn't, and she stormed off again. Later that night, at dinner, everything on the table started turning into fluffy white rabbits. This was her first true display of powerful magic. She smirked at us and said 'See, good girls and boys ALWAYS get what they want, even when their mummy's and daddy's say no.'"

They all laughed.

"Yes, that sounds like Amelia,' Lucius said. "Reminds me of something Draco did once. We were having a party for Narcissa's birthday, heaps of people and all that rot. Draco was about 5 then, and he hated wearing robes at that age. Still does in fact. So we let him wear muggle clothes. Later that night, he was complaining, in a very loud voice for a 5 year old, that the people must be stupid, because they were wearing these fancy robes. Next thing you know, everyone is standing around in rather muggle nightgowns!"

At this everyone burst out into a very loud laugh.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked.

"So we're stupid for wearing robes are we Draco?" Sev chuckled, shocking all the students.

Draco's cheeks flushed. "Stupid story." He muttered.

"What does he mean Draco?" Amelia asked curiously.

"I'll tell you another time." He said quickly, not wanting anyone else to hear the story.

"Ok, but I'm holding you to that. Hey, it's a beautiful day, why are we all stuck inside? Plus, I've heard, and read, a great deal about this Quiddich, and I wouldn't mind giving it a go."

Immediately, everyone was agreeing.

When they arrived at the Quiddich pitch there wasn't a soul to be seen.

Severus came up to Amelia and handed her an oddly shaped cloth-wrapped bundle.

"It was your mothers. She'd want you to have it."

It was a broomstick.

"What kind of broom is that?" Harry asked.

Amelia's broom was indeed, nothing like any of the students had ever seen.

"It's a Lightning Rose." Lucius said, surprising the children. "Ariana designed and built it herself. It truly is a flawless broom. And the only one of it's kind."

"What position did my mom play?"

"Seeker, and she was damned good at it. Potter, you and Draco are captains." Sev said, conjuring up a few Cleansweeps.

"Who are they for?" Fred asked.

"Those of us who don't have a broom. Such as us adults."

"YOU are going to play!"

"Yes, WE are."

"Ok, then." Fred shrugged, not wanting to get on Snapes bad side.

The teams were as follows. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie and Bill, versus Draco, Amelia, Severus, Lucius, Livia, Braydon and Blaise.

"Ok, umm Amelia?" Draco said.

"Yeah Draco?"

"Wanna try seeker?"

"Heck yeah!"

"You'll be against Harry." He warned.

"That's cool. He's good, but I'm better."

"Ok. Umm…Dad?"

"Yes Draco?"

"Help?"

They all laughed, Draco included.

"Ok Draco, but just this once. Blaise, since you play beater you go with Severus. Yes Severus. Liv, you go in your old spot. Draco, you join me and Braydon, we're chasers."

"Almost like old times huh Lucius." Severus said.

"You guys played! Wow, I can't really imagine that Uncle Sev!"

They all laughed again.

Meanwhile…

"Ok, I vote Harry as Seeker." N said.

"Ron! Harry's the captain." Ginny scolded.

"It's ok Ginny, Ron's right. I'll go seeker. Ron, you take keeper. Fred and George, stay beaters. Bill, Charlie and Ginny, you guys are the chasers ok?"

"Ok!"

By the time they were finally ready to mount their brooms, they had quite a crowd. In fact, the entire student population, their parents AND the remaining teachers were there! And Amelia had a crash course flying lesson from Draco and Blaise.

Madam Hooch volunteered to referee. Harry and Draco shook hands, and they all rose into the air on Madam Hooch's whistle. The balls were released and the game began! They even had a commentary!

"It seems to be a Slytherin versus Gryffindor match today folks, with a few of the old crowd even out there." The announcer called.

But it wasn't Lee Jordan. It was Narcissa Malfoy! Lee quickly joined in though.

Lee: It's Slytherin with the quaffle. In a surprising move, Draco Malfoy has been made a chaser, with new Slytherin Amelia-James O'Conner being made the seeker. I'm not sure about this move by the Slytherins. It could cost them the game. A fine looking girl that is though, got a nice set of legs on her."

"Jordan!"

Lee: Sorry Professor McGonagall.

Narcissa: It's Malfoy senior with the quaffle. Ducks a bludger from one of the Weasley twins, back hand pass to Zabini senior and Ouch! Hit in the back by a bludger. Malfoy scoops it up though! Passes to Malfoy senior, he fakes! Score! And Slytherin lead 10 – nil!

"Way to go Draco!" Amelia whooped when Draco scooped up the quaffle.

"How you holding up?" Harry called to her.

"Great! But you'd better pay attention to the game if I were you Potter!"

Harry grinned. This should be an easy win he thought.

4 ½ hours later…

Narcissa: And Gryffindor score! The score is now Slytherin 250 – Gryffindor 210. So far there has been no sign of the snitch…

Lee: Hang on a minute Mrs Malfoy! Check it out folks! The two seekers are on the move!"

Both Harry and Amelia had spotted the snitch at the same time and they both rushed after it.

Harry was shocked that Amelia's broom was able to keep pace with his firebolt.

"Give it up O'Conner!" he yelled.

"Practice what you preach Potter!" she yelled back.

Harry swerved, crashing into her and knocking her slightly off course. But she came back again!

Then the snitch decided to go up. Way up. Harry and Amelia followed it. Soon the stadium was little more than a pin prick and the air was frigidly cold at this height. Suddenly the snitch dived vertically back to the ground, with Amelia and Harry diving after it.

They were getting closer and closer to the ground, but the snitch didn't pull up. When the ground loomed too dangerously closer for anyone, Harry pulled up.

"Pull up!" he yelled to Amelia.

At the speed she was going she wouldn't be able to pull out of the dive in time!

"Pull up!"

She didn't.

The snitch leveled out about 5 feet from the ground. Amelia concentrated. If she pulled up too soon it was all over, she would over shoot her mark. If she pulled up too late, she'd be a pancake.

"Steady. Steady…NOW!" she said to herself.

She pulled up just in time, but the snitch was one step ahead of her, and was too far away.
It flew upwards again, but this time leveled out at about 40 feet up. She followed it.

Leveling out, she reached out her arm, but it was just out of her reach.
'Damn it! What would mom do if she were here?' she thought.

Then, without warning, she jumped, grabbing the snitch before plummeting to the ground without a sound. The only sound she made was the soft thud when she hit the ground, landing on her feet like a cat, before slipping onto her backside.

Narcissa: Game over! Slytherin win! O'Conner catches the snitch after leaping off her broom 40 feet in the air! Final score is Slytherin 400 – Gryffindor 210.

On the pitch, everyone had immediately landed and headed over to Amelia.

"Amelia!"

She looked up from where she was sitting on the ground.

"What did you think you were doing?" Sev spluttered, helping her up after making sure she wasn't hurt. "You could have killed yourself. Twice!"

"I don't know! The first time I knew I could pull up in time, but I had to be precise. Too early and it was over. Too late, and I'd be splattered over the pitch. Second time I asked myself 'what would mom do if she were here?'"

"So you jumped off you broom!" Ron squawked.

"Well, that's what her mother would do. Actually, that's what she 'did' do." Lucius said.

"Like mother like daughter." Narcissa said as she came up.

"I didn't know you were a commentator mom! Or that dad played Quiddich!" Draco exclaimed. "You were awesome!"

Lucius laughed. "You were pretty good yourself. Maybe you should let Amelia be seeker and you should try out for chaser."

"You make a better chaser than you do a seeker Draco." Harry said, "This was the first time I didn't catch the snitch. Except for that time last year when the dementors were at the game. I even caught it that time when your crazy ex-house elf charmed that bludger to follow me the entire game!"

They all laughed at that.
"But I don't wanna take Draco's spot. I don't mind, really." Amelia said.

"Nah, their right. You're the better seeker. 'Sides, I think it runs in the family. And if you can beat Harry once, then you can do it again."

"You sue? I don't wanna knock you outta your spot."

"Yep. It's cool."

"Ok. Now I know 'why' people rave about it! What a rush!"

"Yeah, it is pretty awesome. Hey, Professor Snape, how did you get that bludger to curve like you did? It was wicked!" George asked.

"Practice Mr Weasley. But if you really want to know, then I suggest that you read up on muggle Physics and Science. Particularly on speed and velocity, and molecular construction. And arithmancy might help as well." He suggested, "But other than that, practice. If you do manage to do it, then I'll be amazed." He added dryly.

"Thanks sir!" Fred said before avidly talking to George about learning to curve a bludger, before Amelia cut in.

"He's just making it seem more complicated that it really is. Try getting a book on the muggle sport called Baseball. Specifically one that tells you how to play and how to throw a curve ball."

"Amelia!"

"What! It's not like they're gonna hit any of us with them anyways!"

"And why's that?" Ron demanded.

"Because we can practice dodging them while your team is trying to MAKE them curve."

"And how are you supposed to practice dodging them? Your team would have to learn as well." Ginny said.

"The Slytherin teams' beaters have already learnt how. As have the chasers learnt the same thing with the quaffle." Snape said. "And then there is always me."

"But if they can, why didn't they do it last year?" Harry asked.

"By the time it was perfected, it was too late. Plus we were saving it for this year's cup."

"Ok. That's cool." Fred and George chorused.

"May I have your attention please!" It was Dumbledore's magnified voice. "Firstly, let us give our two teams another round of applause, for a game well played. And also, for the cleanest game of Quiddich, that Hogwarts has ever seen in my years here."

The applause they got was almost deafening.

"Secondly, 100 points to both Slytherin and Gryffindor, for interhouse unity, between two houses, that have been at war, for generations. Also, 50 points to both houses, for a most spectacular game, that had everyone on their toes. It's good to see our past team players haven't lost their skills or their edge. And, lastly, if you would like to freshen up before dinner, I suggest you hurry." He smiled merrily.

They did.

That night was full of laughter and talking. Until HE came.

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall burst open, and a blonde haired man, with a perfect face entered. Then he brushed his longish hair behind his ear, and they saw the scar that ran from his hairline, over his left eye, and the left side of his lips, which were turned upwards in an angry scowl.

"Where is she! Where is my niece!" he demanded.

"Andrew?" Snape asked, surprised at how different his ex-brother-in-law looked, but not really how he acted.

"Severus! Where is she?"

"I'm not going with you!" Amelia yelled, shocking those around her.

"You'll do what you're told! It was in your parents' will that you were to live with 'me'. Not with that…that…abomination!" he hissed.

Amelia's elegant features twisted into a snarl.

"How dare you speak about him like that! How dare you speak about Uncle Sev like that you twisted sadistic freak!"

"'He' is NOT your Uncle!"

"He is more of an Uncle than you have ever been! You asshole! You were never there! Never! When my parents left me with you overnight, you fucking well left me alone! Until you came back from the fuckin' pub, piss drunk! You fucking asshole! Why the FUCK should I go anywhere with a fucking prick like you?" she yelled.

If she had thought that would disway him, she was wrong. All it really did, was make him madder.

"You would do well, to watch your filthy little mouth you little brat. You don't have a choice." He snapped before he grabbed her arm and began dragging her out of the hall.

"Ouch! Let go of me you fucking barbarian!" she yelped, his fingers digging into her skin, but he was somehow too strong for her, which scared her.

"No."

The doors to the Hall slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing in the silent hall.