A/N: Begging for reviews clearly isn't working so I'm just gonna not do that anymore. I've written the whole fic so I'll carry on posting a chapter every week until it's done. If you have reviewed the previous chapters, I really appreciate that :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or Harry Potter of any of their characters

Third Year

The battle raged on around them. Curses were flying, flashes of red and green lit up the walls, and bodies were dropping.

And still neither Beca, nor the Death Eater, acted.

The waiting was killing her. She needed the fight to begin, but she couldn't start it.

She wanted to tear her eyes away and focus on Chloe, who was still groaning on the ground at her feet.

But then, with a flick of his wand, the fight began.

"Ten points to Slytherin!" The voice of Lee Jordan echoed around the Quidditch pitch.

The announcement was met by a cheer from the Slytherins but Beca couldn't hear it over the stream of boos that came from the rest of the school.

"Chaser Beca Mitchell, who is flying for the first time for Slytherin, is already proving herself as a strong addition to the team," Jordan continued, and Beca felt a rush of pride.

It had taken Beca a long time to get captain Marcus Flint to let her try out for the team. In the end, she'd taken the Quaffle from them and had flown around the pitch, repeatedly scoring goals while the other members of the team had chased her.

It had taken a well aimed Bludger to get her to drop the Quaffle.

Beca had landed, her arm throbbing with pain, but with a determined look on her face.

"You know I'm good," she said.

Flint had laughed. "Yeah, I guess you are." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, pointing it at Malfoy. "Can you score us enough goals so that it won't matter when this dip-shit misses the Snitch?"

"I can try," Beca said, laughing too.

And so Beca had found herself on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

She couldn't say she liked the other members of the team, or that they liked her, but at least she got to play.

And now she was killing it on her first match, having just made her third goal in ten minutes.

Ravenclaw's keeper left a lot to be desired, but she was still pleased with her performance.

She was good at this.

It was the one thing she knew she could do, and damn did she love doing it.

She ducked an oncoming Bludger, and managed to get possession of the Quaffle again, intercepting a pass between two Ravenclaw Chasers.

She heard groans from the crowd as she and the other Slytherin Chasers passed the Quaffle back and forth down the pitch and Beca made her fourth goal.

"Another ten for Slytherin!"

She tried not to let the boos and groans bother her. She knew that only Slytherins would cheer for her team, and she knew the rest of the school would hope she would lose.

That didn't stop her from hoping that there was at least one Hufflepuff in the crowd routing for her success.

She knew Chloe was out there watching, Chloe had promised her that she would be, and she didn't want to disappoint her.

And she hated the idea that Chloe might be routing against her.

"Keep it up Mitchell!" Flint yelled as they made their way back down the pitch for the Quaffle. "The Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang is good. We need all the points we can get before she gets the Snitch." He clapped her on the back before swerving off to shout instructions at the Slytherin Beaters. It was the closest they came to camaraderie.

Down in the stands, Chloe was watching with bated breath.

Beca was easy to make out, being the smallest one up there in green robes, and Chloe practically squealed with excitement and nerves anytime she was near the action.

She was so proud of her friend for making it onto the team, but that didn't stop her from being terrified of her getting hurt.

She remembered when her older brother Justin was at Hogwarts and he was a Beater on the Hufflepuff team. He would always write home with a blow-by-blow account of each match which usually ended with 'and then I got hit by a Bludger'.

When Slytherin scored another goal, the Hufflepuff's around her groaned, but Chloe couldn't help but grin. It wasn't Beca's goal this time, but Chloe was still pleased for her.

Back in the air, Beca was in the zone.

She was doing everything right and Slytherin were dominating Ravenclaw. She had managed to tune out the booing from the crowd and focused only on the sounds on the pitch.

When she scored another goal she heard a shout of frustration from the Ravenclaw captain.

"Goddamnit! If you can't save her goals can you at least stop her from getting the damn Quaffle?!" He yelled at his team. "Cho! Can you find the bloody Snitch already?!"

Beca heard the whistle of the Bludger and quickly dropped in the air. The Bludger went sailing over her head.

She turned to see Cynthia Rose, her friend from choir and the Ravenclaw Beater.

"Almost gotcha Bec!" She yelled with a grin.

Beca grinned back. "You gotta be faster than that!"

"Focus Mitchell!" Flint yelled, racing past her.

Beca raised her eyebrows at Cynthia Rose before shooting off towards the other end of the pitch.

The Slytherin Keeper caught the Quaffle and threw it at Beca. She caught it and then - WHAM!

A Bludger slammed into her, hitting her elbow, causing her arm to break and the Quaffle to fall.

Pain blinded her and for a second Beca thought she was going to fall off her broom. She gripped the broom handle with her knees and her right hand and managed to keep her balance.

"Fuck," Beca muttered to herself through gritted teeth. Her left arm was now useless to her and pain was radiating through it.

She was almost relieved when she saw Cho Chang dive for the Snitch, Malfoy just behind her but not quick enough.

Cho pulled out of her dive, the Snitch in her hand which was raised high above her head.

There was a moment of confusion before Jordan announced that Slytherin had won by 170 points to 160 points. Then the cheers of the Slytherin's drowned out everything else.

"Good job," Flint said as the teams dropped down onto the pitch.

The two teams shook hands once they landed, Cynthia Rose was the only one who looked happy to shake Beca's hand.

"Arm okay?" She asked.

"Absolutely not," Beca said with a laugh.

"Bludger to the elbow is nasty," she said. "Madam Pomfrey will fix it up for you."

"Yeah," Beca said. She could feel the cold sweat running down her face and she was quickly getting lightheaded.

"Beca!" Chloe yelled as Beca made her way off the pitch.

"Hey," Beca said, smiling despite the pain. "I just gotta go shower and stuff."

"No," Chloe said. "You need to go to the hospital wing."

"I'm fine," Beca said before another wave of dizziness forced her sit down on nearby bench. "I'm not fine. Chloe, I broke my arm."

"I can see that," Chloe said, looking worried. "Come on, I'll help you get to the hospital wing."

"That's so far away," Beca groaned.

"I know," Chloe said. "But it isn't getting any closer." She took Beca's right arm and helped her stand. "You were awesome by the way."

"Yeah? You weren't routing for the other team?" Beca asked, grimacing as they began the walk to the castle.

"Of course not," Chloe said. "I'm always on your side, Becs. And besides, Ravenclaw already hammered us so I wanted to see them beat," she added with a laugh.

By the time they got to the hospital wing, Beca was looking paler than usual.

Chloe helped her sit on the edge of one of the beds before going off to get Madam Pomfrey.

"Broken bones is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked with a sniff of disapproval.

"It's her arm," Chloe said.

"Yes I can see that," she said. She held up Beca's broken arm causing her to hiss in pain. "Well we'll have this fixed in a heartbeat."

Madam Pomfrey gave a flick of her wand and Beca felt a hot and then cold sensation run from her shoulder to her wrist.

"Give it a move," Madam Pomfrey said.

Gingerly Beca stretched out her arm and then flexed it slightly. The pain was mostly gone now and her bones seemed to be healed.

"Thanks," Beca said. "Can we go?"

"Not yet. Give it about an hour first, you need to rest," she replied.

"I'm fine," Beca protested.

"Rest!" Madam Pomfrey instructed her, her voice severe, before she moved off to check on another student.

With a groan Beca lay down on the bed.

"You don't have to wait with me," Beca said, when Chloe settled into chair beside her.

"I know," Chloe replied. "But I want to."

Beca grinned. "Thanks. And thanks for getting me here."

"You don't have to thank me," Chloe said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," Beca replied. "It doesn't even really hurt anymore."

"It was pretty scary watching you play," Chloe said.

"Scary?"

"Yeah. Like, don't get me wrong it was really cool too, and I'm super proud of you for getting on the team, but I was so scared you were gonna get hurt," Chloe said, looking a little embarrassed to be revealing this.

"Oh, well… thanks? I don't think anyone has ever cared if I got hurt or not before," Beca said, feeling equally embarrassed.

Chloe cocked her head in confusion. "What? Really?"

"Yeah? I mean, you know my dad is an asshole right? He doesn't care what happens to me as long as I don't 'disgrace the family name'," Beca said, rolling her eyes.

And suddenly Chloe remembered Beca's reaction on the Hogwarts Express when the Dementors had made their way into their compartment.

Chloe, Aubrey, Stacie and the others had felt sick, dizzy and miserable, but Beca had looked on the verge of passing out. She'd had her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clamped over her ears, her elbows digging into her thighs.

Chloe knew Dementors made you relive your worst memories, and she wondered what it was that Beca had seen and heard.

"Well, I care what happens to you," Chloe said, taking Beca's hand that was resting on the bed between them.

Beca couldn't have stopped the grin that spread across her face if she'd tried.

After Madam Pomfrey let Beca leave the hospital wing, the two decided to take a walk around the grounds. They had a couple of hours before curfew, and they wanted to make the most of it.

"Okay," Chloe said. "Kiss, marry, kill."

Beca snorted with laughter. "Kiss, marry, kill? You know it's fu-"

"Gross, we're 13, I'm not playing fuck, marry, kill," Chloe said, laughing at the look on Beca's face.

"Fine," Beca said, rolling her eyes. "Kiss, marry, kill, it is."

The two girls played kiss, marry, kill with various famous wizards, laughing the whole time.

"I can't believe you'd kiss Viktor Krum!" Chloe said, incredulous.

"He's an internationally famous Quidditch player!" Beca said. "Maybe he'd pass on some of his talent!"

"That's not how it works," Chloe said, giggling.

The two stopped walking and sat down on the grass by the lake. It was a little cold to do this, but neither wanted to suggest they return to the castle.

"Okay, let's mix it up," Chloe said. She looked suddenly nervous. "Kiss, marry, kill. Gwenog Jones, Rita Skeeter, and Celestina Warbeck."

Beca hesitated. She glanced across at Chloe who was chewing her bottom lip.

"You don't have to-" Chloe started to say before being cut off by Beca.

"I guess I'd marry Gwenog Jones. She's captain of the Holyhead Harpies so not only is she cute and talented but I bet she's rich. Also, talk about a dream job getting to play for the Harpies, if she was my wife I bet I could convince her to let me play. Um… I guess I'd kiss Celestina? She's super old though, that would be gross," Beca said, pulling a face causing Chloe to giggle. "And Rita Skeeter is kind of a scumbag so I'd kill her."

"Yeah, I'd do the same," Chloe said, still looking nervous. "Beca, can I tell you something?"

"Sure," Beca said, not used to Chloe looking so unsure and apprehensive.

"So, the thing is, I kind of… I like girls. I'm… I'm bi. And I wanted to tell you because it's an important part of me, and I wanted you to know because you're my friend," Chloe said, rambling slightly.

"Chlo', it's okay," Beca said.

"You aren't freaked out or anything?" Chloe asked, looking worried.

"Of course not." Beca said before she took a deep breath. "The thing is, I am too."

"You are?"

"Yeah," Beca said, letting out a slightly shaky laugh. "I've never said that out loud before. It feels nice."

"Well… this was an unexpected turn of events," Chloe said, laughing.

"Definitely not where I saw today going," Beca said.

The two stood up and made their way back to the castle for dinner.

"Does anyone else know?" Beca asked.

"My parents, my brother, and Aubrey," Chloe said.

"That's really cool," Beca said, wondering what it would be like to be able to share that kind of thing with your family.

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Chloe asked.

"I could tell Stacie," Beca said. "But my dad isn't… He isn't okay with this kind of thing. I just sort of assumed this would be something I kept to myself until I was grown up and had a place of my own."

"Well, I'm really glad you told me," Chloe said, grinning.

"Me too," Beca replied. "You're pretty awesome so I feel like I can tell you anything."

"I think you're pretty awesome too.