This chapter is quite a bit long, but hey it's interesting!

Lacey woke up with a start. She had experienced a dreadful sleepless night. She had forgotten about the Quidditch match for about 10 seconds, but suddenly remembering when she saw a banner that said "GOOD LUCK SLYTHERIN!" She sighed heavily and slowly put on her clothes for the day. She glanced over at Sydney's bed, which was empty. Lacey slowly made her way down to the Great Hall, figuring she would at least attempt to eat some breakfast.

She was greeted by the sound of all the students excitedly discussing the upcoming match. Of course, everyone except the Slytherins was hoping Gryffindor would come out with a win. She even heard a couple third years saying they hoped Draco would get knocked in the head with a Bludger. Lacey couldn't help but smile at the thought. She sat down next to Sydney, feeling a little better.

Sydney looked at Lacey, "So. Ready for the match then?" Lacey shrugged. Sydney nodded, "I know, me neither. I guess we really should just do our best even if we sort of hope we lose, you know?"

Lacey responded, "Yeah I guess. Besides, I don't think I could possibly live with myself if I hadn't tried my best. Well, we could always look at this way: We won't have to worry about any Bludgers being hit in our direction. As a matter of fact, I think we will be the only two Slytherin players who can be 100 confident that we won't be accidentally hurt by a Gryffindor."

Sydney nodded. "Yeah, except that I'm sure the rest of the Slytherins will be aiming to do some real damage to a certain red-headed Beater."

Lacey felt her heart sink. She had completely forgotten, even if it was just for a few moments, that Fred was on the Gryffindor team. She cast a side-glance to where Draco was sitting with others from the Slytherin team. She wouldn't put it past him, or any of the others, to attempt some damage.

"You think if I make Madam Hooch aware of what the others are capable of, she'll keep a closer eye on them?" Lacey asked.

Sydney shrugged, "I don't see why not. Couldn't hurt to try can it?" Lacey had quietly decided to do so.

Her and Sydney had quickly finished their breakfast and made their way to the Quidditch Pitch so as to change into their Quidditch Robes. Marcus and the others had basically stomped their way into the Quidditch locker room.

"All right, we all know how Gryffindor performs, what with that Potter and his broom! Anyway, Ravenclaw, I expect you to put aside your feelings for those Gryffindors and make plenty of goals. Sydney...wait what IS your last name anyway?" Marcus asked.

Sydney, slightly taken aback, murmured, "Lestrange." A look of surprise came over all of the Slytherin's faces, except Lacey's. Even Draco had a look of utter confusion on his face.

Marcus cleared his throat, "Hmm, all right then. Lestrange, make sure you stop every one of those Quaffles thrown at you by those filthy Gryffindors." Suddenly turning to face Draco, he said, "And Draco, please try to catch the Snitch before Potter does. Ok, ready? Let's go!" The Slytherins entered the Quidditch Pitch and an eruption of cheering and much booing echoed through out the stands.

Lacey quickly asked, "Sydney, why did they all have those surprised looks on their faces when they heard your last name?" Sydney shook her head. She then mounted her broom and took her place in front of the goal posts. Lacey, utterly confused, thought she'd just ask later. Lacey had just hoped that Madam Hooch had gotten her note. She wasn't worried that it would read by the wrong person, thanks to a spell that prevented anyone, other than the person it was intended for, from reading it.

Madam Hooch looked over at Lacey and gave her a slight nod. Lacey smiled slightly, knowing that had meant she had gotten her note. Madam Hooch summoned the Captains from both teams to shake hands. "OK, on my whistle, let the Quidditch Match begin!" Madam Hooch blew her whistle and everyone was off. Draco, naturally, was trying to find a way to distract Harry. Marcus quickly passed Lacey the Quaffle. She flew quickly towards the Gryffindor's goal post, a look of determination on her face. Ron seemed slightly uncomfortable as he watched Lacey zoom towards him. Lacey made quick fake to the left and turned sharply to shoot accurately at the wide open center hoop.

The Slytherin side erupted in cheers at Lacey's goal. The Gryffindor side groaned in disappointment. Lacey couldn't help but smile to herself. She, however, didn't have much time to dwell in her achievement. Pretty soon, Angelina Johnson was off towards the Slytherin goal posts. She made a quick pass to Katie Bell who shot at the right goal post only to have Sydney deflect it past the goal post. The Gryffindor side groaned again in disappointment. The Slytherin side once again erupted in cheers. Lacey had managed to score several more goals, but the Gryffindors had also managed to get a couple past Sydney. It had only been about five more minutes before Harry had caught the Snitch, while Draco had been on the other side of the Quidditch Pitch.

Lacey was relieved that nothing terrible had happened during the match. However, she soon found out she had spoken too soon. Out of frustration, Draco grabbed Bole's bat and smacked a Bludger aimed directly for none other than Fred Weasley.

Lacey stared in disbelief as she saw what was happening. She flew towards Fred shouting, "FRED! FRED! LOOK OUT! THERE'S A BLUDGER COMING RIGHT TOWAR..." Lacey was unable to finish her sentence as her eyes widened for a mere moment. She had been hit squarely in the chest and had started plummeting towards the ground. Luckily, George, who was already on the ground, quickly saw Lacey falling. He hopped onto his broomstick and flew up in order to catch her before she hit the ground. He had managed to grab hold of Lacey before she landed. He then landed softly while holding Lacey's unconscious body.

When everyone else from both teams had landed on the ground, Madam Hooch was absolutely furious. "MALFOY! JUST WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! THAT LITTLE STUNT IS ABSOLUTELY ILLEGAL! 100 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND YOU ARE BANNED FROM THE NEXT MATCH!"

Malfoy, apparently unhappy with Madam Hooch's decision, yelled defensively, "What! You can't ban me, woman! It's not my fault Ravenclaw got in the way of a dodgy Bludger!" Madam Hooch, however, threatened to take away another 100 points if Drace continued. He, in turn, threatened to tell his father.

At this point, everyone had surrounded Lacey's unconscious body. Sydney stared with her mouth wide opened and Fred looked as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. A deep voice commanded, "Clear the path, students. Please give Miss. Ravenclaw some breathing room." Dumbledore had made his way down to the middle of the pitch. "Madame Pompfrey? It looks as if Miss. Ravenclaw will be in need of your services."

Shaking her head, Madame Pompfrey made her way towards Dumbledore. "I knew the Slytherins were nasty players but to injure one of their own is absolutely inexcusable." Madame Pompfrey used her wand to levitate a stretcher to her. She asked two of the Slytherin players to carefully place Lacey's body on the stretcher. Marcus was more than happy to oblige and Derrick helped. Madame Pompfrey walked off, the stretcher behind her.

"Mr. Flint, I would advise you to have a nice long talk with Mr. Malfoy about Quidditch rules. I daresay that something worse could have happened to Miss. Ravenclaw." Marcus nodded and turned to leave the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the Slytherins, with the exception of Sydney, following him.

Bole yelled, "Aren't you coming, Lestrange!" Sydney took in a deep breath, obviously not used to being called by her last name. She shook her head 'No.' Bole shrugged and kept on walking. Harry looked at Sydney rather confused.

"Did he just...call you Lestrange?" Harry asked. Sydney nodded slowly. "So, wait. Does that mean..you're related to..?" Sydney grabbed Harry's arm and led him away from the other curious listeners.

She whispered harshly, "Listen, Harry, yes my last name IS Lestrange, unfortunately, which means I am related to Bellatrix which means I am related to Narcissa Malfoy. However, I do not associate myself with likes of that family! Obviously, Bellatrix is a terrible TERRIBLE person, who is completely off her rocker. My dad's the one who is related to them, and he hates our last name. Wants to change it, but there is some spell to prevent him from doing so."

Harry looked rather confused, "So how come Malfoy never acknowledges you?"

Sydney sighed, "Because, my family has always defied You-Know-Who. Bellatrix and Narcissa consider us blood-traitors. I swear the only reason I'm in Slytherin is because I'm related to that lot. Look, Harry, don't go tellin' anyone, ok? I already feel bad enough as it is for your friend Neville Longbottom. If he finds out I'm related to the witch who put his parents in St. Mungo's he might get the courage to come after me."

"Ok, I won't tell, promise."

"Thank you, Harry. Now I think you might want to console your friend. He hasn't moved since Madame Pompfrey left with Lacey's body. I, on the other hand, have a little 'family business' to take care of. See you, Potter." Sydney waved and quickly took the same path as the other Slytherins off the pitch.

Sydney was absolutely furious with her cousin. She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows, wand ready just in case. She didn't plan to use magic against Draco. She had planned to use her bare hands to strangle his little blonde head to death. She marched into the Slytherin common room with a death look on her face.

Draco looked up when he heard her coming. Smirking, he commented, "What's wrong with you, Lestrange?"

Her nostrils flaring, Sydney used her right hand, wrapped it around Draco's throat and slammed him up against the nearest wall. "Listen here you pathetic excused for a wizard. What you did was low even by Slytherin standards. And don't you DARE go around saying my last name as though it's some causal greeting. You know damned well I'd rather be a muggle then admit that I'm related to YOU! IF YOU EVER, and I mean EVER, do what you did today AGAIN I will kill you myself!"

Draco, struggling for air, squeaked, "But the killing curses are illegal!"

Sydney narrowed her eyes and replied harshly, "I don't plan on using magic. I'll use my own hands to strangle you!"

"MISS. LESTRANGE! LET GO OF MR. MALFOY RIGHT NOW!" Sydney turned to see Professor Snape standing in the common room highly furious by what he was seeing. She gave Draco one last stern look before letting him go. Draco slid to the floor massaging his now red throat and gasping for air

Gasping, he said, "You're crazy! Crazy! You just wait until my father hears about this! I don't care if you are related to me!"

Sydney replied, "Go ahead, I'll strangle him too. No one in their right mind would send me to Azkaban for getting rid of the two of you."

Professor Snape had heard enough, "Miss. Lestrange, you are to come with me right now! We are going to see the Headmaster!" Fuming, Sydney reluctantly followed Snape out of the common room. The other Slytherins that had been in the room when it happened, where all huddle around Draco to see if he was okay or not.

Snape muttered, "Butterbeer," to the gargoyle statue outside of Dumbledore's office. When the statue allowed them to enter, Sydney followed Snape to Dumbledore's office. He knocked loudly on the door.

"You may enter," replied a deep voice. The door opened and Snape walked in angrily with Sydney close behind.

"Headmaster, Miss. Lestrange here has apparently taken it upon herself to attempt and strangle a fellow student."

Dumbledore looked at Sydney from behind his small glasses. "Is this true, Sydney?"

Sydney, still furious muttered, "Yeah something like that. Nasty little git had it coming if you ask me."

Dumbledore nodded, "Professor Snape, you may leave now. I would like to have a few words with Miss. Sydney." Snape hesitated for a moment. Then, he turned and walked out of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore gestured to a seat, "Please, sit."

Sydney slid into the seat across from Dumbledore's desk. He said calmly, "Would you care to explain exactly what it is you did and whom you unleashed your fury upon?"

Sydney breathed heavily. "Yes, I took it upon myself to teach Draco Malfoy a little lesson for what he did on the Quidditch pitch, Professor. That nasty little git took it upon himself to illegally smack a Bludger in Fred Weasley's direction simply because of the relationship between him and Lacey! And the worst part is he didn't seem to feel any remorse for the fact that he had just sent his OWN SISTER to the hospital wing! He didn't care! I thought it had been high time that he be taught a lesson with a little bit of force. Of course, I know magic is illegal so I took matters into my own hands. Literally. And I told him if he ever did it again I would strangle him to death. He called me crazy and threatened to tell his father. So I told him I would strangle Lucius as well."

Dumbledore didn't say anything for a moment. "I know you are quite ashamed to be related to Mr. Malfoy, Sydney. I know how much your father has tried changing your last name but an ancient spell has prevented the complete changing of the name. However, what the spell does not to do is prevent the removal of letters from the name."

Sydney looked at him quizzically, "Professor? What do you mean?"

He replied, "It's a matter of simply removing the last two letters from your last name. Instead of your name being 'Lestrange' it can become 'Lestran.' That way you won't have to request that all the Professor's call you by your first name due to the reputation regarding your last name."

Sydney gaped at him, "You...you can really do that! Oh, Professor! That would be absolutely wonderful! Does my father know of this?" Dumbledore nodded.

"However, Miss. Lestran, you must understand that as angry as Draco had made you, you can not simply go around trying to strangle him or making death threats. I wouldn't come out and exactly say that he didn't deserve it after his little performance today, but still, death is a crime whether its by magic or your own hands. With that said, please remember what I have said and you may now go visit your half-cousin, Lacey in the hospital wing."

Sydney nodded and got up to leave. She stopped before exiting and said, "Thank you, Professor, for not punishing me about Malfoy and for helping to change my last name. It means a lot to me."

"Of course, Miss. Lestran." With that, Sydney walked out of the door and made her way towards the Hospital Wing.

Fred was sitting next to Lacey's bed in the hospital wing. His face still looked ghastly white as he watched her sleep. Madame Pompfrey had told them that Draco had managed to fracture her breastbone but she had given Lacey a potion to mend the fractures. Madame Pompfrey had also given her a sleep potion so Lacey could sleep through the pain.

"Don't worry, Fred. Madame Pompfrey said she would regain consciousness and recover nicely." George said, trying to comfort his brother. Fred simply nodded. "Well, I'm going to grab something to eat. Hungry?" Fred shook his head. George sighed, "Okay, well I'll be back soon." As he walked down the steps of the Hospital Wing he saw Sydney walking up.

"Oh, hello, George." Sydney greeted. George found himself speechless for a moment. He felt very odd for a few moments. He suddenly thought that Sydney looked absolutely gorgeous with her hair slightly out of place due to wind, her Quidditch robes slightly messy with the sleeves rolled up and the color of her cheeks. Sydney looked at him confused, "George? Are you alright? Something wrong?"

George shook his head, "N..no, Sydney. Sorry. Well, I am going to get something to eat. Fred is next to Lacey's bed. Had a fractured breast bone, but she's healing nicely. Sleeping at the moment. Do...do you want anything from the Great Hall."

Sydney smiled weakly, "No thanks, George. I'll see you later." George nodded and watched Sydney walk up the rest of the steps to the Hospital Wing. Sydney found Fred sitting silently next to Lacey's bed. "Fred?" Fred looked up to see a messy Sydney standing before him.

"Hi, Sydney." He replied softly.

Sydney felt rather sorry for Fred. She knew he liked Lacey a great deal but she hadn't realized he cared this much. "Listen, about what Malfoy did..."

This seemed to have sparked a great fire inside of Fred for he instantly stood up, "Oh when I see that nasty little Slytherin I am going to give him a good beating with my bat!.."

"FRED!"

"...The nerve of him! Trying to attack me and then showing ZERO remorse for having accidentally hurt his own team-mate!"

"FRED!"

Fred stopped ranting after having realized that Sydney was trying to get him to shut-up. "WHAT!"

"Would you listen to me! I already gave Malfoy a good strangling! I corned him in the Slytherin common room. I wrapped my right hand around his throat and slammed him against a wall and gave him a piece of my mind. I'm positive he's told the whole school by now and probably made me out to be some loony violent."

Fred was shocked, "You did that to Malfoy! And what stopped you from completely strangling him?"

Sydney muttered, "Snape."

"Oh. Hey, Sydney, listen...about what Bole called you earlier. He didn't call you Lestrange, did he? As in, relative to Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"Listen, Fred, I am going to tell you the same thing as I told Harry. Yes, unfortunately, I am related to her but Dumbledore has just informed me that he has managed to have my last name, well, altered. You see there was a spell on the name to prevent it from being changed on a whim. So instead of changing my last name completely, he simple dropped the last two letters. Now, I am Sydney Lestran, instead."

"Well, that would explain your being placed into Slytherin." Sydney shrugged.

"Look, I am going to go get some sleep." Fred nodded. Sydney began to walk out of the hospital wing when she stopped briefly. "Oh, and Fred? Please watch after her. I know she will appreciate it greatly if she woke-up with you sitting next to her bed." Fred nodded in agreement.

End of chappie!