Elizabeth,

I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't know if you were ready to hear about your mother. This isn't really how I had planned to tell you, either. I don't really know how to say this, I was never good at explaining things like this. Your mother was a Muggle, I know that's really blunt, but there it is. Your father met her during the summer after his sixth year, when he ran away to live with the Potters. I hope that answers your questions for now, I don't want to have to explain this to you over a letter; it isn't how you should be finding this all out. Be careful, Elizabeth. Please don't go looking for trouble. I know you, and I know you will just g waltzing around. Be careful, and don't be stupid, okay? I hope all is well.

Love Tonks.

So I was right. I was a Half-blood. It doesn't really bother me, though. I would rather be a Half-blood, or even a Muggle Born, than a Pureblood. It was all just stupid, why should anyone care who your parents are? Or what your blood status is? Maybe I only think like that, because I don't see why people would hate others for their family's mistakes. I just have practice, I guess.

"Hey Elizabeth, what are you planning on doing during spare time today?" Hermione asked as she came and sat down next to me. I shrugged my shoulders, still preoccupied with the letter.

"Who's the letter from?" Hermione asked.

"Tonks." I said quietly. So, if the thing was going after Muggle Borns, would it go after Half-bloods too?

"Are you okay? You seem kind of... shaky," Hermione said, reaching her hand up to feel my forehead.

"I'm fine, it's just... Do you think the thing from the Chamber Of Secrets is going to attack Half-bloods too?" I asked. I just wanted to see what she thought.

"I don't know, probably. I mean, it went after Filch's cat, and she wasn't even a human. Why? Are you worried about someone?" She asked.

"I was just wondering..." I said. I don't know hwy I didn't tell her, but I felt like I just wanted to keep it to myself until I could comprehend it fully. She was right, though. The thing would probably attack anyone or anything that got in it's way.

Today was our first Quidditch match. I was so excited, I just couldn't wait! There was only a little rain. We were going up against Slytherin, and I couldn't wait to see their downfall. Draco Malfoy had bought his way onto the team, and everyone had gotten Nimbus 2001's. It just wasn't fair! At least we all knew that we got on the team from actual talent, and not our Daddy's buying our way in. We would beat them, even if our brooms weren't as good as theirs. We would beat them. I just knew it. We all went down for breakfast, but I didn't eat much. I was feeling too nervous and excited, and I didn't want to throw up in front of everyone. Besides, I flew better if I skipped a meal.

I got up from my seat along with the rest of the team, and we headed down to the changing rooms by the pitch. I changed quickly, I no longer felt any pain when I moved. Madam Pomfrey was brilliant! There was no doubt about that! We all waited inside the little hut like room for Madam Hooch to call us out. We didn't have to wait too long, and soon we were flying out onto the pitch. We watched as she let loose the snitch, followed by the two bludgers. Finally she threw the Quaffle up into the air, and the match started. I dove towards the Quaffle, but my broom was much slower than the Slytherin's. One of their chasers reached it first, and threw it towards another Slytherin. Unfortunately for them, Angelina blocked the pass, and shot down towards the other side of the pitch. Katie and I flew on opposite sides of her, and flew towards the Slytherin goals.

Angelina threw it to Katie, who in turn faked a throw at the goals, and quickly threw it to me. I caught it and threw it at the highest goal, while their keeper was still down at the lowest after Katie's fake throw. The Slytherin keeper blocked it just in time, and we chased after it as they took it towards Gryffindor end. This wasn't going as well as I had hoped, but it had only just started. We would get better, we just needed to warm up a little. This pattern continued on, and soon we were loosing, 60-0.

This match wasn't going well for any of us. But least of all Harry. A bludger had decided to chase him, and only him, for the whole match so far. No matter what anyone did, it kept coming back towards him. It had almost knocked him off his broom so many times. I don't know where he was now, but I bet you all the sickles in the world that he was trying not to get plummled by that stupid bludger. We kept trying and trying to score more goals, but it just wasn't working. Our brooms were never fast enough to catch up with them. I was flying close to one of the stands, when Harry and Malfoy came shooting around the corner. I quickly jerked my broom down, and just barely missed them.

"What the hell?!" I yelled. I had to duck again not two seconds later as the corrupted bludger came around the corner after them. I flew back towards where the Quaffle was. Angelina had managed to get it again, and she threw it to me. I raced towards the Slytherin goals, but I could tell there was chasers from the other team behind me. I looked up to pass it to Katie or Angelina, but both were being blocked. I leaned forwards more, trying to go as fast as I could on my broom. I was almost close enough to shoot, when one of the Slytherin beaters hit a bludger at me. I had to pull back, and when I did One of the chasers from behind me flew right into me(on purpose, those cauldron bums), and knocked me off my broom.

I screamed as I tried to grab at my broom, but I totally failed. I started to fall faster and faster towards the ground. Oh Merlin, this is it! This is it! I'm going to die! They're going to have to scrape me off the Quidditch pitch! I thought before everything went black.

Sorry for the cliff hanger, but OH WELL!

~MMJ