Chapter 6

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Saturday was the first time anyone would see Rebekah play. She was not nervous, anxious or even scared, her temper was calm, her appearance tidy and her skills honed. She had been waiting for this day to come since she started practising.

Rebekah stayed up late and woke up early. Perhaps too early but she did not feel the need for sleep. Her excitement was far too great for her to contain calmly, even Emperor felt it, his levels of excitement rose.

Breakfast was a tiresome thing, it always made Rebekah feel sick if she ate too early in the morning. Deciding on a simple breakfast, she piled oatmeal, bananas and pomegranates onto the golden plate. Her request of English Tea was granted, filling her goblet full of it. Though her meal was not big, it was filling and allowed her enough energy for the rest of the day, she hoped.

"So… Will you tell us now?" Blaise hoped she would spill her tactics of how she got on the team.

He had been asking for the last few weeks, irritating her with the questions. It pleased her since she got a lot of attention from them, she was in the limelight for a while. She had suggested that he ask Draco, since he partook in the trouble making. Even Draco was ignoring Blaise's request.

"Come on, tell us!"

She continued to eat, giving him a look that was an annoyed No. "Shoo, go. Go get some good seats as I must get changed. I'll see you from the air in half an hour."

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Rebekah had a locker room to herself, being the only female, it was something she was happy of. The room had a solid bench in the middle with several two-foot wide lockers along the sides. Her emerald robes sat on a hanger, shoes underneath and the guards separated. She hurried to put on the uniform, shuffling out of the locker room to greet the rest of the team.

Laced with a black border, the back of her robes held the bright silver 7. The rest of her robes was the custom Slytherin green with the hem accented with black and silver trimming. Her boots came up her calves and were laced with thick hide laces. She pulled her gloves on, her ring on a chain around her neck. Her hair was in a high ponytail, tightly controlled by an enchanted piece of twine.

Rebekah hoped her knees would not give as she walked onto the field, her hand gripping her broom and the crowds cheered for the teams. She stood to the side of Flint as Madam Hooch began to speak.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, pointedly towards the Slytherins

Rebekah's eyes drifted to her House, the Slytherin green hues of their robes and unity calmed her nerves and excitement. She would do well in this match.

"Mount your brooms, please." Rebekah did so quickly. Fifteen brooms quickly flew into the air and the match began.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"

"Jordan!" McGonagall said, stopping his absurd commentary.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve. Back to Johnson and. No, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes. Flint flying like an eagle up there, he's going to sc-. No, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle. that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and. Ouch, that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger.

"Quaffle taken by the Slytherins. That's Adrian Pucey speeding toward the goal posts, blocked by a second Bludger. Sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which. Nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Rebekah Potter takes the Quaffle, her first time touching the thing and she flies like there is no tomorrow. Dodges a Bludger sent by a Weasley, dives past another. Passes it to Puncey as she dodges past the Gryffindors and regains the Quaffle."

Rebekah's heart raced with adrenaline, she was so close to the goals. Her hair flared in the wind and she felt the coolness of her ring against her collarbone.

"She's still going, blazing past them all with her small form close to her broom. What a broom for such a small girl, many of you would agree. Perhaps she shouldn't even be pla-"

"Mr Jordan." Snape warned him.

"Sorry. She goes for it, Woods tries to catch it, and… Potter SCORES!"

A flash of gold to her left, Rebekah caught sight of the Snitch. "Higgs, three o'clock!"

And then Higgs saw it too. The Gryffindor Seeker, she did not care to learn their name, did not. What a bint, useless really.

"Higgs spots the Snitch and goes for it, blazing past like Potter did. Closer and closer, Daniels still hasn't seen it."

Rebekah's broom jolted to the side and then to the other, violently tossing her. Everyone watching gasped as they saw her broom shove itself in different ways.

"Rebekah!" Her friends yelled as she was tossed off her broom, catching the handle as she fell. Her grip tightened as she willed herself to stay calm. She did not need to panic. Certainly a predicament but she would get through it.

Flint stopped midair, the Quaffle under his right arm. He started coming closer towards Rebekah and her flailing broom but she jutted her head towards the goals. He smirked, nodding and he was off towards the goals.

Rebekah was glad she had read Curses and Counter-Curses, muttering a Counter-Curse that allowed her to hang on. Her eyes stuck to the broom, finishing the Counter-Curse and the Anti-Jinx spell on her broom. Quickly, she swung her body and hugged the handle as her acid-filled eyes looked for the offender.

There.

Where the staff stood, Quirrell and Snape both muttered under their breaths and maintained eye contact with her broom. She was close enough to realise that Snape's lips moved in the same pattern as hers did. Quirrell, the garlic-filled turban around his head moving slightly, was the one muttering the jinx that was ruining her match.

She met Snape's eyes, blinking a bit, then smirking and nodding. Her eyes held acid as they roamed to Qurriel, he shifted as he felt her unnerving gaze.

Slytherin got five more goals, putting them to sixty twenty, Slytherin. And by the position of Higgs, Gryffindor's seeker, Daniels, and the Snitch. One of them was an idiot, several metres away and still did not get any sight of the Snitch, and the other was Higgs, quickly advancing on it. In three seconds, two seconds, one. Higgs had the Snitch in his grasp.

"No! Higgs catches the snitch!"

Madam Hooch ended the match by yelling, "SLYTHERIN WINS!"

All of the Slytherin Quidditch team celebrated, shouting and cheering. Flint congratulated her on her first successful match and she was happy, even if he made a slightly sexist remark about females on quidditch teams.

They all hurried to the locker rooms and changed, they adorning their normal school uniform, signature greens and silvers. Rebekah saw the boys running out, gathering in groups with their friends to celebrate.

As her friends sought her out, she hid in the group passing. She was avoiding them, she had better things to do than small frivolities.

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Several hours later, she was back in the Library and hunched over a book. She would skip dinner and focus on her textbooks, including those that were not on the curriculum.

She hid near the restricted area, curled up on one of the transfigured benches with a blanket and a small throw pillow. Rebekah was tired and slightly sore from the match, several bruises were plastered over her body and cuts were etched into her hands and legs.

Madam Pince walked through each of the little pathways between the bookcases, tutting when she found a book out of its place. She put it away and continued on her rounds of the library. Due to the time, it was quiet as usual.

Her steps came to a halt as she laid eyes on Rebekah, her Slytherin robes were on the side of the bench and she curled over a text.

"Good Evening, Madam Pince," Rebekah said, her eyes did not drift from the book.

"Good Evening, Miss Potter. Shouldn't you be attending Supper? Yes, I believe so," Madam Pince said, placing a moron's forgotten book away. "Afterall, it is almost supper time and I am certain that anyone of your age would be starving."

"In fact, Madam Pince, my appetite has been depleted today," Turning her head, Rebekah looked to her and smiled. "I have not been very hungry, but I will ask one of the House-Elves to fetch some food. That is, if I become peckish."

"Alright then. Can I trust you to be alone in the Library?"

"You can, and if I betray that trust, you can banish me from here. But we both know that I would not do any such thing to betray the trust. I hope you have a decent supper, Madam." Rebekah dismissed her as she turned back to her work.

The large, oval-shaped window stood on the wall next to the restricted area. The waxing moon was barely there, a sliver of white glared against the starless sky. Rebekah found herself looking outside every moment or so, she could not concentrate on her boring text anymore. She pulled out 'A PureBlood's Guide to Life', perhaps she would find this more interesting.

Snape was unaware that Rebekah had, indeed, known that he was there the second before he came into the library, all together. His Magical aura was strong and had the scent of olives and parchment, it permeated the forest-like scent of the Library and the shadow-like musk of the Restricted Area.

"Miss Potter, why are you not at the Great Hall?" His eyes glanced down to the title of the book in her arms. "It's almost past dinner time."

"Quite simple; I am not hungry at this moment. I'll have one of the House-elves bring me a plate later," She did not look up from her text, still making notes. "I have too much information to catch up on."

"And what information would that be, Miss Potter?" Snape said, crossing his arms slowly. He almost sneered at her tone. "What is so much more important than gaining nutrition?"

"Etiquette, rules of the Wizarding World, proper Magical maintenance, and all things to do with being raised in a proper, Magical household," Rebekah paused her writing, flexing her fingers lightly and then continued to write. "All things I do not know."

Snape was not convinced, he stepped closer to the desk and looked at all of her work. She finished several feet of parchment, if her notes were converted from the Muggle paper. "How are they important?"

"Well, they're not really," She shrugged and put her pen down. "Though, they are important for me in my circumstances."

"What, Miss Potter, do you think those circumstances are?"

"I am a Slytherin, the house with the most Purebloods. All my friends are Pureblood or Halfblood. They have been brought up with Magic in their veins and knowledge of Magic in their minds. I am at a great disadvantage…." She gritted her teeth. "And I hate it!"

And to make her temper simmer even more, the ink of her fountain pen exploded and landed on her crisp white shirt sleeve and blanket.

Rebekah took a deep, calming breath and tamed her temper. She brushed the ink off of her shirt and blanket, much like she would if they were crumbs instead of ink blots. The ink dripped onto the floor, disappearing into the flooring with a sizzle.

"I apologise for losing my temper, sir, I did not mean to." She looked up at him, a dazzling smile on her lips.

Snape knew it was fake. All of his snakes did the same, happy smile when they were truly upset or angry.

Snape sighed, an idea came to his marvelous brain. "I will be back in a moment. Do not go anywhere, Miss Potter, I will not take long."

Rebekah did as he bid, staying in her comfy and warm seat. Her mind reeled at the thought of what Snape could be doing, bringing or taking. Was he getting another Professor? Or perhaps a House-Elf? Maybe even that daft Headmaster? Was he bringing her-

A book?

Thick-spined with burgundy leather and a copper clasp, a small volume, a bit bigger than A5 piece of paper, was placed in front of her. There was no title or description to this volume, simply a large Hexagram, a six-sided star with a circle around it, was in the middle.

There was a dark tone to this volume.

"What is this, sir?" Rebekah sturtered her next words. "I…. What is this Dark feeling coming off the thing? But it is not…. Not truly dark, is it, Sir? Why is it calling me to open it?"

"That, Miss Potter, is the Book of Morgan Le Fay," Snape said, taking the book and opening it, then laid it in front of her. "It holds all the information and knowledge she knew and everything she ever created. Of course, this isn't the real volume. She made sure that it was hidden, only ever creating a few copies for her devoted followers."

"Why are you showing me this, Professor Snape?" She asked, her tone sharp.

"Can you read what is written, Miss Potter?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, why?"

"Read it to me."

This volume, of knowledge and information of creating spells, brewing potions and manifesting ambitions, is property of Morgan Le Fay given to B. Peverell.

She sighed and slumped in the bench. B. Peverell was a greatly distant ancestor of the Potter Heiress. "Let me guess, this book allows anyone with a Dark Magic Core, or something along those lines, to read it?"

"I will write a note that allows you to borrow this book for an undecided amount of time," He closed it with his hand. "I suggest you go back to your dorm and read this. And make sure you eat. I will be extremely annoyed if you miss dinner tonight."

She was so glad, so grateful that her Head of House mentioned this volume. It held so many ancient Traditions that all the other books did not even hint at, there was not a hint of any of these little etiquette rules that Pureblood, even Halfblood Ladies and Gentlemen would know.

Of course, some of the rules and Traditions were quite sexist, to both genders equally.

There was so much to learn, almost too much to memorise. Her mind took all the information swiftly, sorting it into categories in her mind. She might need this information in the future.

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