A/N: I started school again today  sorry if the updates aren't as speedy now! This chapter had too versions to it. Alternate endings.

The first was more conventional for me. The second was more dramatic, and more of a cliff-hanger. Lets just say that in one version, a certain something is hereditary. Who knows which version THIS is though.haha, have fun with THAT. Thanks so much for reading this so far! And reviewing! Means so much to me, all your reviews, I keep every one of them! And I rely! So please please review! Please?

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The air was thick with tension and the crowd was loud with cheers. Daniel was nervous. His stomach was turning dangerously, and the comforting whispers that were coming form his friends, were not helping in the slightest.

"So let me get this straight? Marly has to get that little golden ball before the other seeker does?" Jessie said slowly. Jade brushed this comment aside. They had been receiving simular ones, all morning, in the same, slow, uncertain tone. She was patting Daniels back reassuringly. The normally confident boy was now shaking slightly, his hair an unnatural red and his eyes a sparkling gold for the occasion.

"Don't worry Dan, you'll do fine! Remember all those games in the garden at home? Remember how great you are?"

"Remember how you kicked my-"

"Lupin! Get in here! We're going out!" called Marly Jones, the captain of the Gryffindor team. Daniel tugged his scarlet robes closer to his body, and steeped back into the change rooms.

"You'll do fine!" called Jade once more, after him, while Jessie muttered things under her breath such as "bludgers hit them, quaffles score…"

Jade kicked her in the shins.

"Oh! Good luck Dan!" Jess cried, and gave Jade a sheepish grin. They ran to get seats, before the game begun.

The girls battled their way through the stands, to where the Weasley twins, Arthur and Carter, were saving them seating, using mock swords to scare off anyone who dared come near the spots they were guarding for Jade and Jessie,

"Get back you scurvy knave!" cried one of them, probably Carter, judging by the jumper he was wearing, supporting a large C. It was hard to tell though. They did like to swap them from time to time, just to confuse the rest of the world.

"On-guard!" cried Arthur, when the girls reached their seats. Carter hit him over the head with his sword, which bounced back as though it were only made of rubber.

"You dolt! It's them!" Carter cried. Arthur looked shocked with himself, and let them in. "Sorry girls, got carried away with the game…" he muttered, and they took their seats. Jessie was scanning the Quidditch pitch in utter amazement, the spiralling colours and the tall goalposts making her eyes water. Carter saw her looking.

"You wait til they start playing." He said bracingly, and she smiled. "I'll say that Marly Jones could even go on and play for a team when she leaves next year."

"Chuddley Cannons!" cried Arthur, hearing this. Carter rolled his eyes.

""A good team Arthur." He said, and Arthur looked offended.

"They are a good team! Better that Puddlemere United!"

"Oi!"

But Jessie was no longer listening. She had heard that name before…Chuddley Cannons…they must be a Quidditch team…maybe she had heard someone mention it at Hogwarts…her mind wandered. Then it came to her…like a reel of film was rolling through her head, she saw her nine-year-old self sitting in the living room at her old house in Australia.

"Who's playing?" came her mum's voice, floating in from the kitchen where she was, no doubt, concocting yet another burnt up mess.

"West Tigers and the Dragons!" she hollered back, not taking her eyes from the television. She could almost see her mother roll her eyes, standing in the doorway sceptically, though trying desperately to sound interested. She wasn't into sports. She never would be. It was, however, something that her father would have done, watch the football with her, and she didn't want Jessie to miss out on anything.

"West Tigers?" she asked, laughing, "They don't sound much better than the Chuddley Cannons!"

It was as though Hermione had coughed, when she had meant to sneeze. It was like she had screamed, when she only meant to whisper. She made a move, as if to clasp her hand over her mouth.

Jessie had hardly noticed then. She was only nine years old, and it wasn't as though the name meant anything to her.

"Who are they?" she asked Hermione.. It was half time, anyway.

"Oh, just an old soccer team from back in England." Hermione brushed the topic off, easily, and Jessie went back to staring at the television, Hermione retreating into the kitchen once more.

Jessie was puzzled now. Her mum must have known about Quidditch. She must have known about the cannons. Somehow…or, maybe…maybe there really was a soccer team called the cannons. That had to be it. Her mum was as big a muggle as anyone; there was no way that she could learn about Quidditch.

Jessie pushed the though well out of her mind, and focused on keeping up with what was happening on the pitch, as the Ravenclaw team sped out onto the Quidditch pitch, amid rowdy cheers from the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws, and some of the Hufflepuffs too.

Then it was the Gryffindors turn. They may not have had as many cheering for them, but the noise that the Gryffindors made seemed a whole lot louder to Jessie. Maybe it was the fact that she was seated next to the twins.

When Daniel came shooting onto the field, Jade jumped excitedly onto her seat, Jessie following her. The twins were immensely proud. They waved their hands above their head.

Daniels eager eyes sought them out in the crowd. He finally caught Jades eye, and relaxed slightly. She cheered even louder. Daniel seemed a little less nervous now that he had taken the plunge out of the change rooms and into the centre of the crowd. He seemed to be much more comfortable now that he had mounted his broomstick.

"Annnnd, the Griffindore team!" the commentator, Cameron King roared into a magical megaphone from a high stand, where Professor McGonagal sat, staring down at her old house proudly.

The captains shock hands, and both the teams flew to the ground, and faced the flying teaching, and the referee, Mrs Harrington, who was a sharp-featured witch, with purple coloured eyes.

Her whistle gave a sharp jolt, and all the players pushed off quickly from the ground, soaring into the air amid roars of encouragement, Daniel seizing the snitch and shooting up to the other end of the pitch quickly, the goal keeper only just taking his position at the hoops to block Dan as he tried to score.

There were loud groans from the Gryffindor end, as he saved the shot, and passed it quickly to the Ravenclaws, who ducked around Daniel with easy, and sped straight in the opposite direction.

The blue clad supporter cheered stridently, and so did many of the other students, as the Ravenclaw chaser sent the bright red quaffle soaring through the goal hoops. The Gryffindor Keeper wasn't that strong.

Daniel cursed himself for missing the shot, and flew straight down to the Ravenclaw end of the field, desperate to do some damage control.

The commentator was talking quickly, his eyes darting all over the Quidditch pitch as the game progressed.

"…And Harper passes to Lupin, who passed to Johnson, who drops the quaffle, which is caught strategically by Harper again, who throws it forward to Lupin-"

A bludger was pelted hard in Daniels direction, and he moved to the side, feeling the wind graze his ear as it rushed past him.

Thrown off, he tried the shot. It didn't even go near the hoop.

The Gryffindors groaned again. Jessie and Jade were worried now. It was clear that Daniel was being thrown off, and that he wasn't playing nearly as well as he normally did. He could fly fine, and he was great at dodging about, but when he got to the goalposts he seemed to loose his nerve.

Jessie was watching every move that the players made intently, following it keenly, and trying to understand every foul that went on, so that she didn't appear to be an inept muggle. She was actually quite proud of herself, considering she didn't know the rules to the game a few days ago. Jade, however, did not share in this pride. She seemed to have been born knowing about Quidditch, and, at the moment, she was much too worried about Daniel to be dishing out praise.

Daniel gulped, and tried not to look his teammates in the eye. He didn't look for his friend's faces in the crowd, either, no matter how comforted he was by them. He didn't want them to see the shame, filling his eyes and making his vision blurry.

From then on, Daniel didn't even try to score. He would shoot up the field. He would set up the shot, and he would pass the ball.

Daniel continued this way, until the Gryffindor team was on a very impressive one hundred and ninety points. The Ravenclaws were on ten.

They were, though far ahead, tired, and if the snitch wasn't caught soon then there was a chance they could be playing into the night. Daniel didn't want that. He was already exhausted, and shooting up and down the pitch, backwards and forwards, was very draining, no matter how great the thrill of flying was. Marly needed to catch the snitch soon, or…

Daniels eyes grew wide. He felt as though the lights were being turned out and he was falling. His stomach seemed to leave his broom far behind and go catapulting towards the ground, far below.

It was a full moon tonight.

A/N: yep. Hereditary.

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