A/N: Hey again! So in this chapter we find out why Ivy's Mum was murdered and find out more about her aunt. So…I guess there is a contest here. In your review, I will give you, the reader a chance to guess who Ivy's aunt is! Also add something you want to see done in the story (That's appropriate! No slash or anything). And if you win, your idea will be added to the next Chapter!

Dedication: To my awesome real life Ivy, who's been giving me ideas for what to write! I love you, V!

Chapter 7

Secrets Told

The next day I had my first Quidditch practice of the term, and to my delight, Draco had been placed on the Quidditch team, as Seeker.

I beamed as I changed into my Quidditch robes. I thought I'd never get to wear them again. Draco and I smirked at each other as we walked onto the pitch.

My smirk turned to a look of confusion as the Gryffindor team came out of the other set of change rooms.

"What are you doing here, Flint!" Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper and Quidditch captain demanded, walking over to our captain, Marcus. "We had the pitch today. I would know, I double checked."

I looked over to see Ivy and Harry arguing with someone. I looked closely at the person that was yelling back at them both.

My jaw dropped to see Drosie standing there in the Gryffindor's red and gold Quidditch robes.

"What is that bitch doing here!" I demanded, pointing to Drosie.

"New Chaser." Ivy and Harry said bitterly, walking up to face me.

I gape as Ron and Hermione ran onto the pitch.

"Why aren't you guys playing!" Ron demanded to Harry.

"We've got a note saying we can train our new Seeker." Flint said, handing Oliver a note.

Oliver snatched the note and read it over a couple of times "So…" he said after a couple minutes "you have a new Seeker, who?"

Draco stepped out of the crowd of Slytherins and faced Oliver.

"Malfoy?" Harry said.

"That answer your question Oliver?" I asked, blushing (Draco and I were a little awkward after last night's kiss.)

"And check out the new brooms my father's bought our team." Draco said, holding onto his own broom tightly.

Hermione glared "At least the Gryffindors didn't buy their way into the Quidditch team. They got in on pure talent."

I gasped at Hermione. I never bought my way onto the Slytherin team!

"HERMIONE!" I yelled, incapable of saying anything else.

Draco glared at Hermione "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."

I gasped. "DRACO MALFOY!" I shouted out

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy." Ron said, pulling out his wand.

"RON!" I shouted.

"Eat slugs!"

"NO!" I screamed, pushing Draco out of the way.

It wouldn't have done any good. The jinx backfired and hit Ron instead. I snarled as Hermione, Harry and Ivy ran up to Ron, who had started barfing up slugs.

"Let's take him to Hagrid's." Harry said, lifting Ron up "He'll know what to do!"

Harry and Hermione shared a nod and ran to Hagrid's. Ivy turned to me.

"Coming, Han?" she asked nodding towards Hagrid's.

"Um…" I said quietly. I really wanted to practice. But then again…friends came first "Yeah, I'm coming." I said, running to keep up with Ivy.

"You're honestly going with the blood traitors, Mudblood and the half breed with no mummy?" Flint asked, shooting daggers at me.

Ivy glared at him "Piss off!" she spat before she grabbed my wrist and dragged me off to Hagrid's hut.

At Hagrid's, we saw Lockhart leave the hut, promising that he'd loan Hagrid a copy of his book.

"Ugh!" I groaned "I'm so out of here." I said, spinning on my heel back to the pitch."

"It's cool, Han. He's leaving." Harry said, as Ron had another slug attack all over his robes. Served him right! He shouldn't have tried to jinx Draco!

Anyway, when we went into Hagrid's, Hagrid was complaining about Lockhart, saying he was a scam artist and he would eat his kettle if any of the words he said were true.

"I really think, Hagrid, you're being unfair. Honestly, Professor Dumbledore thought he was the best man-"

"He was the only man!" Hagrid said "And I mean the only man. Nobody wants his job because they think it's jinxed!"

"Yeah, Mione." Ivy said sitting next to Ron, helping him get the slugs out "No offence, but he's sprouting out crap! Remember that quiz we did? I used all bogus answers and got perfect."

"Yeah! And all I wrote was 'Jeff Skinner' in every blank and got seventy!" I said "And on the talk of jinxes." I said, whacking Ron in the head with my broom "What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you try to jinx Draco? God damn it, Ron, this is karma coming to bite you in the ass!"

"Well sorry for him calling Hermione a Mudblood, Han!" Ivy snapped at me. "Need we remind you what it means?"

"What does it mean?" Harry asked.

"It means dirty blood!" Hermione said getting up and turning away from us "I have Muggle parents, so therefore, my blood is dirty."

"Well, he still shouldn't have jinxed him, Ivy!" I snapped back, ignoring Hermione. "And Hermione did say that us Slytherins got on the team because we bought our way in!"

"I didn't mean you! You were the only one who got in with skill." Hermione said, sitting back down.

"Oh, right, sorry Mione. But you still shouldn't have jinxed him, Ron!" I snapped to the slug spewing boy next to Harry.

"Why are you defending Malfoy all the time!" Harry demanded.

Ivy shot up and made for the door "Because she fancies him." she said before she left the hut, slamming the door behind her.

"Oh lord!" I groaned, bracing for fireworks from Harry.

"You like that git! He's a horrible person! AND YOU FANCY HIM!" Harry spat.

"Harry, if you got to know Draco, you'll find he's a really sweet person!"

"Oh!" Harry said sarcasm threatening to flow "So when he called Hermione a Mudblood and the Weasleys blood traitors, he was saying sweet nothings to them?"

"He's seeking attention!" I said defensive.

"YOURS!" Harry shouted "DON'T THINK I NEVER SEE HOW HE LOOKS AT YOU IN POTIONS! THAT STUPID LOOK THAT PROOVES HE LIKES YOU! I DON'T WANT THAT PRAT NEAR YOU!"

I glared at him "You can piss right off, Harry Potter!" I snapped as I left the hut, slamming the door behind me.

How dare he say that! I loathed myself for having such a prat for a brother.

I went to Nightshade's to calm down. I said the password and expected to be let in, but nothing happened.

"Crap!" I hissed.

"You should know that the password changed over the summer to hemlock." Nightshade's voice said, raising from the ground "Not like Ivy needed it, poor dear."

I gave Nightshade a confused look and slid down into the Nightshade common room.

Ivy was lying on the couch face down, crying.

"Ivy, what's wrong?" I asked.

Ivy jolted up and looked at me "It's none of your business! Why are you even in here?"

"I needed to cool off." I said "And Nightshade gave me the password."

Ivy sighed and dropped a picture.

"What's this?" I asked, picking it up.

"No!" Ivy shouted. But her cry was heard too late.

I saw Ivy's dad with what looked like a woman holding a pink blanket. He looked like he was playing with what was in it, but I couldn't see what it was, there was a large burn hole in the center of it.

"When was this taken?" I asked.

"Right after I was born." Ivy said, sniffing "I was born three months premature and we had Christmas in the hospital. I was born on the Equinox, the longest day of the year."

I glanced at the picture again "How long was it before…?"

"It was almost a year after when You-Know-Who killed my Mum. Eleven years ago today actually. My parents fooled You-Know-Who twice before that but this time it was Mum who paid the price."

"So that's why your crying?" I asked looking at the picture. I could relate. I would cry on the anniversary of my own parents' deaths for six years. "What happened to the picture?" I asked looking at the burn mark.

"My aunt burnt it. She didn't like the thought of her pure blooded sister marrying a Muggle born and producing me. She calls me a 'filthy half breed'. That's why I was beaten over the summer. And she made me do this to myself." she pulled up her sleeve, and I saw the words "Half Breed" written into her skin.

I gasped. This was no woman, Ivy's aunt. This was a monster. Someone inhuman and inhumane.

"Come on, we'd better get back into the castle before curfew." Ivy said getting up.

All night that night, all I thought of was who would call their own niece a filthy half breed? Who would make her write Half Breed on her forearm?

What sort of woman would do that to her own family?

A/N: So…what sort of Harry Potter character do you know that uses "filthy half breed"? First review with the right answer gets a PM from me and whatever they want (to a point) put in my story! Reviews are always loved!