Azkaban Daughter

by Malfoy Mouth James- MMJ

Rita is just the average first year Hogwarts girl. Except, Rita is the daughter of Sirius Black;the Azkaban prisoner. She always went by 'you don't have to be proud of your parents, but you shouldn't be ashamed of them.' Will her outlook on things change when she hears more about her father? What happens when he escapes? And will a certain orange-haired boy catch her eye?

33. Quidditch practice

"Oh this is great! I'm so excited. There's no way we could lose now!" I say. I walk back over to my spot and sit down, a silly grin on my face. The twins laugh at me and continue with their food.

A very big thank you to munchkinsrus for your review! This chapter is for you bc I probably wouldn't have written another one for at least a week. This is my exam week at school and after that I'll be out, so I hope to finish POA and get started on GOF this summer. However, I also have a long trip coming up and a Quinceañera.

I make my way down to the quidditch field with excitement laced through my very being. I had my broom back. I had friends on the team. I was friends with Hermione again. Maybe things were finally starting to look up.

"Oi! Black! Hurry up!" Wood called, and I ran down the rest of the way.

I had a big smile on my face when I came to a stop and everyone's eyes went from my broom to Harry's and back again.

"This is great!" Oliver said.

Fred and George shot me thumbs ups and we got started.

Two hours later it started sprinkling.

Three hours later it turned to regular rain.

Four hours later it started pouring.

Six hours later and you could see seven Gryffindors being chased down the hall by a very angry Filchfor leaving mud everywhere.

And I mean everywhere.

We all finally collapsed behind the portrait, drawing a few odd looks, but we were just happy to not have gotten a detention.

"I call shower first!" George yelled, and ran off towards the dorms. I laugh while Fred curses and look over at him all covered in mud.

It's not a bad look for him, really.

Wait, what?

"Oi Fred! Get away from Black, you never know when she'll snap." Ronald yells. I roll my eyes and lean back on my arms.

"Whatever. I think you're more likely to snap, Weasley." I retort.

He scrunches up his face and turns back around on the couch to continue talking to Harry and Hermione. I don't know why she's friends with them. They don't seem very nice to me. Well, maybe Harry is, just not to me. Fred pats my shoulder and gets up and heads towards his dorm. His shaggy red hair is dripping with mud, and I can't help but laugh.

Could I possibly be crushing on my friend?