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January 1994 - mid February 1994:

Things remained tense between Ascella and her two female friends going into the new year but at least Padma was making small efforts to talk to her again - no doubt on the hearsay of Terry. She even went so far as to smile and laugh with her in Divination when she partnered with her. They were starting Palmistry for the winter semester and this opened up a whole new slew of jokes for Ascella and her friends as she seriously surveyed her friends palm and told her in a mystical voice that based on the length of her life line she should have died four years ago, much to the entertainment of Hufflepuff Gabriel Fawley, as well as Aaron and Padma, who all snorted and tried to cover their laughter behind their hands, while Trelawney sent them dirty looks.

Mid-January Ascella finally got the opportunity she'd been both hoping for and dreading: she got to play in a Quidditch match. Ravenclaw was playing Slytherin and the match was a close one. Ascella was watching on the edge of her seat as the match got nastier and nastier. Slytherin was ahead but not by much when Ravenclaw beater Duncan Inglebee was slammed by Marcus Flint, knocked into the path of a bludger that proceeded to slam into his arm. There was a loud cracking noise and the next thing Ascella knew she'd been called to replace the beater as Inglebee was escorted to the Hospital Wing.

Davies had called a time out to tell her she was in, an intense expression on his face. Ascella had stared at him blankly - surely he wasn't serious - but the grim look in his eye said he was. And so it was that Ascella found herself playing her first real game of Quidditch, beater's bat in hand.

Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was doing. She sort of flew around aimlessly trying to avoid running into anyone else as Slytherin, now two competent beaters to their one, were beginning to edge further and further ahead. It wasn't until Jason Samuels, the other Ravenclaw beater flew by, bludgeoning a bludger with his bat, both hands off his broom, and shouting at her to stop thinking so hard and focus solely on using her "bloody bat to hit the damn bludgers!" that she gained some confidence.

She could do that, she thought, and so that's how she found herself eyeing up the bludger closest to her as it made for Cho. Then tearing up to it she heaved her bat back and with all her strength WHAM! she smacked the bludger off and away. And straight into her Captain and best chaser on the Ravenclaw team, Roger Davies. He had a moment of comic wide eyed bewilderment and fear as he saw the bludger come streaking towards him from near halfway across the pitch faster than usual and with no time for him to get out of the way. Ascella watched mildly horrified but also in elation and awe - she had hit it! she had hit it! - as the bludger beaned Davies in the side of the head and dropped him clear off his broom and flat onto the grass on the ground below. It was a good thing he'd been rather close to the ground but Ascella still winced.

The next five seconds were a blur but ultimately seeing no way to come back after losing their captain, Cho made the split second decision to catch the snitch instead of leading Malfoy away from it and thus is was that Ravenclaw narrowly lost to Slytherin. It was a heart breaker and Ascella should have felt down but how could she? She had finally - finally - found her Quidditch calling! Beater.

So enthused about this was she that the first words out of her mouth upon landing on the ground next to her teammates, a bleary eyed Roger Davies being supported by Grant Page and Randolph Burrow, were, "Blimey! What a rush? It's official: I've found my Quidditch calling!"

Most of her teammates looked at her in open eyed wonderment, Cho included who looked about ready to burst out laughing, except Davies who looked positively livid. He then proceeded to animatedly and loudly shout at her, Page and Burrow struggling to hold him upright so wild was he in his anger. Ascella might have taken the reprimanding more seriously if he'd been able to look at her straight, but as it was his eyes were quite glazed over and he was struggling to keep them focused on her.

"Oh calm yourself, Davies," Ascella winked at him and sent him a nice smile. He really was unsteady and she didn't want him to injure himself further. Besides her eardrums were beginning to hurt from all the shouting. "Honestly, when was the last time a bludger was able to knock you clear off your broom , huh?" Here Davies had quieted, thinking. Ascella took that as agreement that she'd found her calling, despite his renewed sputtering that that wasn't the point and how she'd be lucky to still be on the team, etc, etc. She could tell he'd warmed up to the idea though and she walked away with a smile on her face.

He then caught up with her after having a shower as she was walking back up to the castle. He still seemed a bit dazed but he told her she might be on to something as he gingerly touched the spot on the side of his head where the bludger had hit him.

"Just need to teach you to aim," he mumbled, before walking away from her towards the Black Lake. And in her joy she hadn't the heart to tell her Captain that the castle was in the other direction.

Roger Davies turned out to not be the only one to catch up with her on the walk back. Ascella was surprised to see none other than Cedric Diggory walking across the lawn towards her. He smiled wide when he caught sight of her.

"Doing alright, Black?" he asked a twinkle in his eye.

"Marvelous! Simply marvelous," she replied with a wide smile as Diggory fell into step with her.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at her suspiciously.

"Yes," she replied brightly, a wide smile on her face. Grandly she announced, "I, Ascella Black, have finally succeeded in finding my Quidditch calling: beater!"

Diggory shot her a bemused look. Ascella deflated a bit.

"Why does everyone keep giving me that look when I say that!" she disparaged.

"Well...," Diggory slowly began. "You did manage to knock your Chaser and Captain straight off his broom with a miss-aimed bludger... and you only played for about, oh five minutes or so."

"Oh never mind that," Ascella waved him off. "Even Davies came round to the idea after he stopped all his needless yelling - mind you I don't know that I will ever regain full range of my hearing. Even so even he had to agree I'd be able to be trained up! Apparently he had to concede he had never been hit so hard by a bludger before."

Diggory laughed at her pleased expression then, shaking his head as if she made no sense to him but that he didn't really mind.

"Just you wait Diggory, next year I'll be having the last laugh when I am the best beater at Hogwarts!"

Diggory laughed harder at that, but Ascella found she didn't mind hearing him laugh. He had a way of laughing where you knew he wasn't laughing at you and that was nice.

"Say what were you still doing down this way, anyway?" Ascella asked as Diggory held open one of the Oak front doors for her. She thought her question was a straight forward one so she was surprised by Diggory's reaction to it. He followed her into the Entrance Hall, his left hand going up to rub at the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a faint pink in color.

"Oh - er - well I wanted to see if I could catch you to see if you were planning on going to the Quidditch party tonight?"

"Negative Diggory," Ascella replied easily. "I've a Potter to track down. He's been rather busy lately and tonight might be the only night I'll see him this week. I told him I'd let him copy my Divination essay - Oh but don't tell anyone, you prefect you," she jokingly threatened.

Diggory held his hands up in surrender.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, with a warm grin. "Well if you finish early you both should think of stopping by. Same room as last time. Password's 'Holly Moran' this time." She told him she would think about it and with a smile, that he warmly returned, she left him at the Marble Staircase to indeed track down Harry.

Harry had started dementor defense lessons with Lupin and between that, more practices set by Oliver Wood and an increase in homework she had barely seen her friend since the start of term.

She found him at a table in the Gryffindor common room trying and failing to work on his Divination essay, his usually messy hair even messier in his frustration caused by him running his hands through it. Wordlessly, Ascella pulled her finished essay from her bag and put it in front of him. He smiled in gratitude and started to expertly copy it, making sure to change enough of it to make it obvious he hadn't copied.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" she asked him as she watched him scratch away at his parchment.

"Congratulate you for what exactly?" he asked, not looking up and scratching the end of his nose with his quill.

Ascella let out a deep sigh as though thoroughly exasperated.

"For finding my Quidditch calling! I'm a beater!"

Harry choked on a laugh before finally looking up at her, amusement heavy in his eyes.

"I'm sorry - you're what?" he asked.

Ascella pouted at his less than enthusiastic response to her announcement.

"I'm to be a beater. It is my Quidditch calling."

"Ha! Good one Cells," Harry said turning back to his essay. "You do realize in the five minutes you played that you managed to only hit one bludger and that bludger hit your captain and knocked him off his broom?"

"Yes. Your point?"

"That I think you might want to rethink beater as your 'Quidditch calling' as you put it."

Ascella scoffed at him.

"Why do people keep doubting me?" she huffed, silently vowing that she'd prove them all wrong. Like Davies said she just needed to be trained up. Personally, she thought she'd done rather well all things considered having never played beater before and being thrown into the game as she had been.

She'd opened her mouth to continue her argument when Harry abruptly changed the subject telling her about his latest dementor practice with Lupin.

"Get this 'Cella," he said, reverence and awe as well as a certain hunger for information in his eye. "Lupin knew my dad. He told me they were friends in school."

"No," Ascella breathed thoroughly distracted from their previous conversation. "But that must mean - "

"Right. That he knew Black too," Harry cut her off, eyes gleaming that she'd thought of the same thing as him.

"Er - well yes I suppose but that wasn't what I was thinking."

Harry sat back and looked at her curious.

"What were you thinking?"

"That Lupin likely knew my mother too. And yours."

"Huh," Harry said, pursing his lips. "You know I hadn't thought of that. But you're right! You should ask him. Don't you have a detention with him from McGonagall for getting caught out of hours here in Gryffindor common room again?"

Ascella groaned. She did and she'd been quite happy having forgotten about it. It was embarrassing enough to be reminded that she'd been caught in the Gryffindor common room after hours for the first time in almost a year let alone be reminded that it was really her fault it had ended in a detention instead of just points lost. She'd just had to be cheeky with McGonagall and while she'd earned a round of laughs from the Gryffindor's still up, the Weasley twins included, she had not endeared herself to Minnie.

That Monday after Transfiguration Ascella was again reminded of her upcoming detention when McGonagall caught her in the corridor after the lesson.

"Don't forget, Miss Black, you will be expected in Professor Lupin's office at 7 o'clock sharp," she primly told her.

"Right-o, Minnie," Ascella saluted her professor. Harry looked at her horrified at what she'd just said. He hadn't really thought she'd ever call McGonagall that to her face. In fact Ascella hadn't really meant to but it was out there now. She honestly expected McGonagall to bristle, lecture her on respect for her professors and assign her at least a dozen more detentions but what she did instead shocked Ascella even more.

The Transfiguration teacher froze, her face going pale like she'd seen a ghost, then she blinked once before walking away.

Ron and Harry turned to her equal looks of disbelief written all over their faces.

Ascella herself returned them with equal disbelief. She couldn't comprehend for the life of her how she'd just managed to get away with that.

When she mentioned it later that night in detention with Lupin he struggled to keep his amusement and shock from showing.

"You called her what?" Lupin choked on his laugh.

"Minnie. Why do you find this so amusing?" Ascella narrowed her eyes at her Defense teacher.

He sputtered and tried to tell her that he wasn't amused, while avoiding her eye, but she did eventually get out of him the reason. Apparently some of his closest friends in school had used to call her Minnie. He had a look of fondness in his eye at the memory and so Ascella decided Minnie was a good nickname to keep using. His confession also served to remind her of her conversation with Harry about Lupin knowing Black and James, which led her to asking if he'd known her mother too by any chance.

"Yes, I did know your mother," he finally admitted, after much begging and puppy dog eyes sent his way by Ascella. For some reason he didn't seem to particularly want to talk about her mum - maybe he was worried she'd ask about Black - but once she'd made it clear she only wished to know a little more about her mother he'd finally relented.

"Now I didn't know her well but yes, you've guessed it, we were in the same year at school. She was an amazingly kind woman, Ascella. And positive too. Always saw the good in people."

"Is that how she fell for a man like Black?" Ascella couldn't help but ask. "Because she always saw the good in people?"

Lupin took in a sharp breath before he continued. "She wasn't the only one, Ascella, to fall for his charms and believe he was a good man. So don't let his betrayal make you think less of your mother, for she truly doesn't deserve it."

Ascella nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak but if she was willing to admit it she felt lighter than she had in weeks hearing him say that. It gave her hope that at least one of her parents had been wholeheartedly good.

They spent the rest of the detention in amicable silence, the only sound that of Ascella's quill as she graded more quizzes for him (this time Ravenclaw second years - she couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the good education those buggers were getting in comparison to her second year Defense class with Lockhart, the only thing he'd managed to teach her was to not let a bunch of Cornish Pixies loose in a classroom, but somehow she had a feeling she could have figured that one out without his help). It wasn't until they were saying their goodbyes that Lupin called her back.

"Oh before you go Ascella, Harry mentioned the dementors affect you in much the way they do him. I don't want to pry but I do want you to know - should you need anyone to talk to about it or if you want to join Harry and I in our dementor lessons - you are more than welcome - I am here if you need anything." He said it with such honest and open sincerity that Ascella could only believe him and smile in thanks.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thanks, Professor. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Ascella."

The next day in Ancient Runes Ascella received what she almost considered the worst news she'd had all year - and it wasn't that Malfoy had finally managed to get her expelled. No, Malfoy had been rather quiet since term began again - though he had tried to make cutting comments at her about her performance in the Ravenclaw/Slytherin match. Tried being the operative word as he had found himself gagging rather quickly on his tongue anytime he tried to speak while Ascella looked on with an innocent and carefree expression as if 'who me? No, I'm not doing anything' and he had quickly learned to stop. Ascella vowed though that next time she played him in a match she would be a good enough beater to send the bludger's at him any chance she got.

No, the news that she received was that they were starting the term with a month long project. Now the project wouldn't have been a problem - it was the fact that it was a partner project and her partner was none other than Slytherin Blaise Zabini. She'd crinkled up her nose in distaste when Professor Babbling announced that their partners were to be their desk mates. She then side-eyed Zabini, her grimace still firmly in place, only to discover he looked, if possible, even less enthused about this arrangement than she did.

Somehow they managed to communicate enough with the other to decide to meet at the library later in the week. And so that was how Ascella found herself sneaking into the library, a hat pulled low on her head, dressed in nondescript clothing and constantly checking behind her to make sure no one saw her, before she darted out behind a shelf to join Zabini at a table he'd procured in a far corner of the library.

He looked up at her arrival, sniffed, tossed her a book, before looking back down at his parchment.

"You're late," was his only comment.

"Well la dee da," Ascella mocked, rolling her eyes. "Didn't want anyone to see me coming to meet you. Sheesh." She could've sworn she saw his lip twitch, but when she tried to look closer it was gone and so with a sigh she settled in and got to work.

Not two hours later Ascella was struck with the realization of just how truly and completely - and she didn't willing like admitting this - intelligent Zabini was - not to mention how studious.

"You know it's a bit scary how smart you are," she finally said, even though she was loath to admit it. "You might even be smarter than Hermione - and I don't say that easily. Or maybe you're just more focused - driven. Yeah that must be it - more driven."

Zabini finally looked up at her, acknowledging her rambling and sending her a cutting look. Ascella looked back with a pleasant wide-eyed look on her face, waiting for him to speak. It was so much fun getting under the Slytherin's skin.

"Are you quite finished?" he finally asked.

Ascella made like she was thinking for a moment before she leaned forward.

"No. Why are you taking Divination? It doesn't exactly fit with the rest of this image you've cultivated."

"Like I'd tell you," he snorted.

"Come on," Ascella nettled. "I'll just make something up, if you don't tell me - something worse. Like you have a crush on Trelawney or she's your aunt and you have to take it as a familial obligation."

"As if I'd care."

It was Ascella's turn to snort.

"Please. Of course you would. I don't know much about you but I do know that much: you care very much what people think, your carefully constructed 'cool-guy' image is all a part of it. So I think you'll tell me else risk me ruining that. And you know I could actually succeed too - cause I don't care what people think."

Zabini eyed her as if unsure whether to believe her or not but Ascella could tell she'd won, especially when he looked away. Then under the pretense of dipping his quill into his ink pot he said to his parchment in a soft voice as if he wasn't addressing her, "I am taking Divination because it is a requirement to be an Unspeakable."

Ascella scrunched her face up.

"An Unspeakable? What's that?" she asked.

Zabini rolled his gold eyes so hard Ascella thought he'd never look normal again.

"Of course you wouldn't know. They work in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry in London. They are elite witches and wizards who research magics greatest mysteries."

"Oh. well that's actually quite cool isn't it," Ascella said thinking she might have to look more into this whole Unspeakable thing. She was also grudgingly half impressed and half disparaging of Zabini that he was only a third year and already knew what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Then again she did suppose he was in Slytherin, the ambitious house and all that.

"Yes, quite cool," he mocked. "Now can we be done with this needless chatter? So we can get this done and cease being around each other."

"Yes, shudder should someone see us together," Ascella said with heavy sarcasm though she didn't really fancy getting caught in the library with him by anyone they knew either - she had ninja'ed her way there for a reason after all.

"Indeed." was Zabini's only response.

"Indeed," Ascella mocked his posh accent under her breath once he was focused back on his parchment but she did get back to work after that.

Surprisingly they worked rather well together and managed to finish most of the project that day and the rest was easily divided up to work on alone. Ascella trusted Zabini to do his part well (he was too studious, she'd learned, not to) and it seemed he had seen enough of her ability to trust she could get her part done as well. Though he had given her the easiest part, translating a simple scroll of Ancient Mer - not that she was complaining, who wanted to do all the hard work?

She may have let the matter rest that day but she couldn't help but bring up their conversation the next time they had Ancient Runes.

"Why is Divination a requirement to be an Unspeakable?" she asked just after he sat down.

Zabini sighed deeply, as if it was a great burden to be answering her.

"Because one of the greatest magical mysteries is prophecy and foretelling the future," he answered like the answer should have been obvious to anyone with a brain, which his tone seemed to imply she didn't have. Ascella chose to ignore the tone seeing as he always sounded like that and she'd learned that if he really thought that way about someone then he didn't bother with a reply at all.

Ascella took to questioning Zabini about Unspeakables at every chance she got and after much reluctance on his part she surprisingly got him to talk about it and when he did his usual sneer dropped off his beautiful face for just a bit. It was an interesting development in their usual trading of insults relationship - to actually be speaking almost like friends - but not an unwelcome one. They still traded insults of course, some habits were just too hard to break, but there was an underlying - dare she think - warmth to them. If Ascella didn't know any better she might think they might be on their way to being friends.

The end of January brought with it a mild break in the weather before turning to icy rain in the beginning of February. Ascella didn't mind but it made Quidditch practice a right nightmare. Luckily, Davies had taken her at her word and begun training her up as a Beater. It was harder than she'd thought but very satisfying when she got to smack the bludgers. Her aim was improving gradually but steadily and Davies was now able to not flinch and duck out of the way every time she hit a bludger.

As she was leaving Arithmacy with Terry early in February, who she'd taken to sitting with since the fight with Hermione, she was distracted from telling him about her latest Quidditch practice by a loud tearing sound, followed by the sound of books, parchment and ink clattering to the stone floor. It was Hermione and her bag had split due to the ridiculous amount of books she kept in it.

"Oh!" the Gryffindor exclaimed, her usually bushy hair, even more frazzled looking that usual, as she stopped to mop up the damage. Unfortunately for her Malfoy was just leaving the classroom behind her and didn't miss the opportunity to berate her.

"Oh look, the mudblood bookworm's bag has split," he said harshly, laughing cruelly. "It's a wonder she made it this long so laden down she's been." He then proceeded to kick one of her ink soaked books further down the corridor.

"Watch it Malfoy," Ascella said. She hadn't been aware but she'd left Terry's side, drawn her wand and found herself between Malfoy and Hermione but she had and she wasn't going to back down. No one made fun of her friends and got away with it, being in a fight didn't change that.

Malfoy sneered at her but he moved off. Ascella kept an eye on him until he was out of sight before she turned to help Hermione with her things.

"You alright?" she asked as she summoned back the book Malfoy had kicked.

"I - yes," Hermione said. "Thanks."

They worked in silence then, managing to get most of the ink off the books and repairing the broken ink pots but the parchment was a waste, soaked through with ink.

When it was back in Hermione's bag the two stood and shuffled their feet awkwardly, both unsure of where to look.

"Well, thanks again," Hermione said before making to move off.

"Look I'm sorry," Ascella cut in at the same time. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you. You were only helping with the broom. And rationally I know Black wants to hurt Harry but I just got prickly at the thought of it. Like somehow his behavior reflected on me and what you thought of me."

Ascella shifted even more, awkward now that she'd finally said it out loud. She couldn't bear to met her friend's eye - Ascella hated being vulnerable - but she needn't have worried about Hermione because their was no judgment in her eyes, only sympathetic understanding.

"Oh no, Ascella!" she exclaimed, sounding surprised at the very idea. "I never, never, meant it like that. You may share his genes but you are nothing like that."

Ascella smiled at her grateful.

"Friends?" she asked.

"Friends," Hermione confirmed, smiling wide.

The two girls then went off to lunch together, talking the whole way. Ascella showed Hermione the undetectable extension charm so she could use it on her bag and she filled her in on her Kevin and Aaron theory.

Hermione was interested in it and thought it made sense but that they'd have to do some more observing before making a final call. They ended up eating at Ravenclaw with Kevin and Aaron so Hermione could begin her observing.

At dinner Ascella caught up with Harry and told him that she thought it was about time he and Ron made up with Hermione.

He agreed - he'd been thinking the same and had gotten his firebolt back so no harm no foul. He told her he'd talk to Ron and they'd make up.

Satisfied Ascella, spent the rest of the night - a full moon weekend was coming up after all - holed up in the N.E.W.T potions room testing out her latest methods to get Wolfsbane to taste better.

And so it was with great confusion that Friday arrived and she found the feud between the boys and Hermione was not better - if anything it was worse than it had been the previous night.

"Why are you lot mad at 'Mione again?" she whispered to Harry on their way to Transfiguration. "You got your Firebolt back."

"Crookshanks ate Scabbers," Harry whispered back, his eyes on the unusually pale Ron.

"Huh. Well that's hardly her fault. And I'd be the last one to defend that ugly beast. I bloody hate cats."

"I agree with you - not about the cat thing, the first thing you said - but Ron is adamant."

"Right you take Ron, I've got 'Mione. She can come study in Ravenclaw when she needs it." They shook on it. And that was how it came to be that for the first time in almost three years Ascella sat in a different spot than usual in Transfiguration. She was surprised at the stir this caused - even McGonagall did a double take.

"You don't have to," Hermione mumbled into her hair, her face flushing, clearly embarrassed but pleased that Ascella had abandoned Harry to sit with her.

"Nonsense," Ascella waved her off. "It's hardly your fault your cat is behaving like a cat."

"But you and Harry - you aren't fighting now too are you?"

Ascella burst out laughing. Hermione looked taken aback at her reaction.

"Merlin no," Ascella said before explaining that neither she nor Harry really thought it was as big a deal as Ron was making it out to be so they'd decided to keep the peace and try to ease tensions by splitting their attention. Hermione saw the logic in that and the rest of the day passed uneventfully.

That Saturday was Ravenclaw's last match of the season. They were playing Gryffindor and while Harry and Ascella ribbed each other good naturedly about the upcoming match they remained friendly. Ascella didn't play in the match but she did get vast amounts of entertainment from it.

First, when Harry had blushed bright red at the smile Cho sent him at the beginning of the match. The two of them were still talking to each other but Harry was still more than a bit nervous around the older girl.

Next Ascella found great joy in all of Wood's comments to Harry through out the match.

"My personal favorite," she regaled to Harry after the match on their way back up to the castle. "'Now's not the time to be a gentleman Harry! Knock her off your broom if you have to!'" Ascella started cackling as she remembered it.

Harry looked at her sideways a grin on his face.

"You're in a good mood," he commented. "You aren't sad about losing?"

Ascella shrugged.

"Not overly. Didn't play so it's not like I feel that bad. Plus we all knew it was a bit of a long shot - Gryffindor is just too good this year. Nice work with Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy by the way."

Harry grinned at her. The three Sytherin's had tried to frighten Harry by dressing up as two dementors but Harry had sent a patronus at them and revealed them to be who they were.

"Liked that? Lupin was impressed."

"I'll bet," she ruefully grinned back at him.

They eventually made it back to Gryffindor tower which had dissolved into one raging party. The Weasley twins gave her hell for partying with them, being on the Ravenclaw team and all but they stopped heckling her when she downed a shot of firewhiskey they'd handed her.

All in all it was with a light heart that she fell into bed in Harry's dorm, unknowing of how everything was about to take a turn for the worse.


a/n: hehe I've been waiting to do that Minnie thing for ever! Two guesses who of Remus's friends used to call her Minnie. ;)

Also just so you know, I know that a lot of Marauder stories have Sirius as a beater on the Gryffindor team with James but in my universe Sirius couldn't be bothered to be on the team (though Minnie might be persuaded to let him announce upon occasion - and by occasion I mean once before she learned her lesson haha). He still went to all the matches but he observed from the stands. It was Marlene that was on the Quidditch team but she was a Chaser with James.

Again, thanks for every review! I don't always reply but I do read them and love seeing what you have to say.

SO what do you think? Sorry to leave you with a cliffy as if you remember a certain someone breaks into the boys dormitory this night... :)