XxMrsRadcliffexX: Hey all! Sorry for the long wait! MaidenDark and I have been really busy. Oh, and before i forget, MaidenDark sends her apologies cuz she's really busy and she's not gonna be here for the disclaimer. Finally, i get to pick! YAY! I want Oliver to do it!

Oliver: Me? I get the honour of doing the disclaimer? Really? Me?

XxMrsRadcliffexX: Yes, Oliver you! Since you're in this chap you can do it. Go on.

Oliver: Oh! I knew this day would come. There's so many people i wanna thank...

Sam: Oh no! Here he goes again! of on another long winded speech. Might as well get comfortable.

-Everyone settles down with comfy cushions and snacks-

Oliver: First, I wanna thank XxMrsRadcliffexX and MaidenDark for writing such an awesome story. And i thank MaidenDark's teacher for giving her so much of work so she let XxMrsRadcliffexX choose. And I thank XxMrsRadcliffexX for choosing me...

Ron: Who has the Chocolate Frogs?

Harry: Here Ron! Catch! -Throws Ron a frog-

Ron: -Catches frog and eats it- with his mouth full Sank eu Arry!

Hermione: Eww! Ron! Dont talk with your mouth full!

Oliver: And i'd like to thank my mom for always believing in me and never giving up on me. And the Gryffindor Quidditch team who let me practice my speeches on them..

Sam: Alice! Don't hog the popcorn! I want some too!

Alice: Then ya should have asked! Here, take some. -Hands Sam popcorn bucket-

Sam: -pops some popcorn in her mouth- Hey Ginny! Want some?

Ginny: No thanks!

XxMrsRadcliffexX: Oliver! Can you just do the disclaimer already?

Oliver: Okay. Okay. Sheesh. Cant i have my 5 minutes of fame? Here goes..opens mouth to start disclaimer -a beeping noise is heard and Oliver glances at his watch- Uh-oh! Quidditch traning time! Sorry! Come on guys, lets go!

XxMrsRadcliffexX: Oh fine then! I'll do it! MaidenDark & I do not own anything in this fanfic except for Sam, Alice, and our ideas for this fic. Everything else belongs to the most wonderful and brilliant J.K. Rowling. Without further ado, here's the 4th chapter of Being A Black. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: The Quidditch Match

Night came quickly for Samantha, as they spent the whole day out in the pitch, practicing their moves and playing around. All too soon it was time to get back to the castle, and get ready for the Halloween feast.

"It's going to be a great feast…I'm starving…" Samantha said as they made their way down from the Griffindor tower.

Ginny giggled. "I'm sure it'll be, don't fuss."

Alice kept silent throughout the whole way, glancing around occasionally, and when they finally reached the Great Hall, Alice parted after saying she had something to do. Samantha and Ginny looked at each other, grinning.

"Something huh…more like someone, right Gin?" Samantha said, smiling.

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, lets go see shall we?"

But before they could go, Dumbledore stood up, getting all the students attention. Samantha and Ginny hurried to the table, sitting beside the golden trio. Alice was too far down the table to be seen, but Ginny faintly saw that George was not sitting with her.

"Hey…she's not sitting with George…" Ginny said to Samantha, as she diverted her attention from the headmaster to Ginny.

"Huh? But I thought…" the rest of her voice was drowned out by the cheers of the students, who began digging into the delicious feast that had appeared in front of them, and so the topic about what Alice was doing, was dropped.

The feast finished with an entertainment provided by the Hogwarts ghost. They popped out of the walls and tables to do a spot formation gliding; Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had a great success with a re-enactment of his own botched beheading.

The evening was going so well and Samantha noticed that even though Draco had shouted 'The Dementors send their love Potter!', Harry was unaffected by it. She smiled brightly at him, and he returned the gesture.

"Alice?" Samatha called, scanning the through the crowd of Gryffindors, searching for her sapphire head friend. A hand tapped her back, and she turned to see Alice behind her.

"Sorry, got caught up in the crowd." Alice said, turning towards the direction of the portrait, but it was jammed up with students.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" Samantha sighed, trying to see over the tall heads. Every Gryffindor was standing outside the portrait hole, none of them seem to be going in.

"Let me through, please." Came Percy's voice, and he came bustling through the crowd. "What's the hold up? You can't all have forgotten the password – excuse me, I'm Head Boy-"

And then a silence fell over the crowd, from the front first, so that a chill seemed to spread down the corridor. Samantha shivered at the atmosphere, and Alice remained emotionless.

"Somebody, get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

People's heads turned; those at the back were standing on tiptoe.

"What's going on?" said Ginny, who just arrived from the Great Hall.

Next moment, Professor Dumbledore was there, sweeping towards the portrait; the Gryffindors squeezed together to let him through.

"Oh, my-" Samantha heard Hermione exclaimed, and looked towards the portrait.

The Fat Lady had vanished from the portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that the strips of canvas littered on the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely.

Dumbledore took one quick look at the ruined painting and turned, his eyes somber, to see Professor McGonagall, Lupin and Snape hurrying towards him.

"We need to find her." Said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" said a cackling voice. Ginny looked up to see Peeves, the poltergeist, bobbing over the crowd. Samantha was disgusted by the fact that though the atmosphere was tensed, he was looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of their wreckage.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" said Dumbledore calmly, and Peeves's grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead, he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle.

"Ashamed, your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful." He said happily. "Poor thing," he added, unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore said quietly.

"Oh yes Professorhead." Said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves flipped over, and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

Professor Dumbledore sent all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall, where they were later joined by the students from the other three houses, who all looked extremely confused.

"The teachers and I need to conduct a search on the castle…" Professor Dumbledore said, and started explaining that for their safety, they had to spend the night here.

"Are you okay Harry?" Samantha asked, as they seized their sleeping bags, which Dumbledore had conjured up.

Harry nodded, smiling at Samantha. Hermione, Ginny and Ron had already dragged their bags to a corner, as Percy was shouting for everyone to get into their sleeping bags.

"…lucky he picked tonight, us not being in the tower…" was what Samantha and Harry heard as they came closer to them.

The whole Hall was still buzzing with excitement at what happened. A lot of students were coming up with conclusions on how Black managed to come into the castle.

"Apparated!"

"…disguised himself probably…"

"…could have flown in…"

Samantha giggled when Hermione shot out grumpily to Harry and Ron about how the book, Hogwarts, A History stated that the castle was protected by more than walls. Magic and enchantments were set up all around the castle, so no one can just Apparate into the castle. Secret passages were out of question too, as Filch would know them all and have them checked.

"Lights out now!" Percy shouted. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags, no more talking!"

The candles went out at once. The only light now came from the silvery ghosts, who were drifting about talking seriously to the Prefects, and the enchanted ceiling, which, like the sky outside, was scattered with stars.

Once every hour, a teacher would reappear in the Hall to check that many students had fallen asleep. Samantha was still wide awake then, and Alice was staring at the wall beside her, as she slept closest to it.

Around three in the morning, when almost everyone had fallen asleep, Professor Dumbledore came in. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had already fallen asleep, while Samantha and Alice were still alert and awake. They quickly pretended to sleep as Dumbledore came towards Percy, who was near them to tell of the students that were still talking.

"…sign of him, sir?"

"…No…"

"…control, sir…"

Samantha barely made out their conversation, as they were whispering. She heard the door creak open again, and footsteps.

"Headmaster?" It was Snape. "…third floor…searched…dungeons…not there…"

"…Astronomy…Owlery?"

"…searched…"

"…well…didn't expect him…linger here…"

Samantha tried to hear more, but she didn't dare to move, in case they caught her. But she could slightly hear more of the conversation towards the end.

"…do not believe…person inside…help Black in…"

"…Dementors…wanted…to help?"

"Oh yes…" Samantha heard Dumbledore said coldly. "…no Dementors…cross school grounds while I'm Headmaster."

Alice smiled slightly, and Samantha did too. She couldn't imagine Dementors sweeping through the castle, looking for Sirius Black. After that, they left and Alice turned to face Samantha.

"Snape's out to get someone in the castle, by the sound of it."

Samantha nodded. And they both had the same conclusion on who it was.

"Lupin."

Over the next few days, the students talked about nothing except on how Sirius Black got in. The theories got wilder and wilder as the days passed, and almost to the point where Samantha had to excuse herself just to laugh. Alice was better at controlling her emotions, so she just smiled every time it happened.

The portrait of the Fat Lady was taken down, and replaced with Sir Cadogan. Nobody was happy with this, as he spent half his time challenging people to duels, and the other half thinking up of ridiculously complicated passwords, which he changed at least twice a day.

"He's barking mad." Said Seamus Finnigan to Percy. "Can't we get someone else?"

"None of them wanted the job." Percy said. "Frightened of what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one brave enough to volunteer."

That was least of Samantha's worries for the time being, for she noticed that Harry was now being closely watched. Teachers found excuses to walk along him in the corridors, Percy was tailing him everywhere like an extremely pompous guard dog ('no doubt on mother's orders' thought Samantha) and Bill or Charlie popping in more frequently, giving excuses on how they needed to see Professor Dumbledore.

Apart from that, the weather was getting worse and their match against Slytherin was drawing near. The team was training hard even when the weather was bad, under the watchful eye of Madam Hooch. However, at their final training session before Saturday's match, Oliver Wood gave his team some unwelcome news.

"We're not playing Slytherin!" he told them, looking very angry. "Flint's just been to see me. We're playing Hufflepuff instead."

"Why?" chorused the team.

"His excuse is that their Seeker's arm's still injured." Said Wood, grinding his teeth furiously. "But it's obvious why they're doing it. Don't want to play in this weather. Think it'll damage their chances…"

"There's nothing wrong with Malfoy's arm!" Harry said furiously. "He's faking it!"

"I know that, but we can't prove it." Said Wood bitterly. "And we've been practicing all those moves assuming we're playing Slytherin, and instead it's Hufflepuff, and their style's quite different. They've got a new captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory."

"He's the silent one isn't he? The tall, good looking one." Alice said. George, Wood, Harry and Samantha looked at her weirdly.

"He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together." Fred said impatiently. "I don't know why you're worried about him Oliver, Hufflepuff are a pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes remember?"

"We were playing in different conditions!" Wood shouted, his eyes bulging slightly. "Diggory's put a very strong side together! He's an excellent Seeker! I was afraid you'd take it like this! We mustn't relax! We must keep our focuses! Slytherin are trying to wrong-foot us! We must win!"

"Oliver, calm down!" said Alice, pulling on his arm. Fred looked slightly alarmed. "We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously. Seriously."

The day before the match, the winds reached howling point and the rain fell harder than ever. It was so dark inside the corridors and classrooms that extra torches and lanterns were lit. The Slytherin team were looking very smug indeed, and none more so than Draco.

"Ah, if only my arm was feeling a bit better." He sighed, as the gale outside pounded the windows.

Samantha had no room in her head to worry about anything except of the match the next day. Oliver ran to Harry every in between classes to give him tips, and Alice seemed slightly more on the edge now a days. She also snapped at Samantha once, while she was going over the strategies in her head. They had very little time to rearrange their strategies against Hufflepuff, so Wood had came running to each member, talking to them about it just like he did Harry.

The next day however, when Samantha woke up, the weather was still horrible. She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, looking out the window.

"This…is bad."

She tried to get back to sleep again, but the sound of thunder rumbling was hard to ignore, so she grumpily got up and walked towards the bathroom. She bumped into Alice, who had just came out, and almost fell, had Alice not grabbed her.

"Morning, Sam." Alice greeted with no emotion in her voice. Seemed like she was very tensed up for the match.

Samantha nodded, and stepped past her to the bathroom to get a quick shower. Alice didn't say anything but went down the stairs, going to the Great Hall.

"Man…when's she's in that kinda mood, there's no telling what she's thinking!" Samantha thought, brushing her teeth.

When she went down to the Great Hall, the team was already there. Angelina was sitting with Fred, who sat beside George, while Alice and Wood were sitting beside them.

"It's going to be a tough one…" said Wood, who wasn't eating anything.

"Stop worrying, Oliver." Said Alice soothingly, "we don't mind a bit of rain."

But it was considerably more than a bit of rain. Such was the popularity of Quidditch that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns towards the Quidditch pitch, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went. Just before she entered the changing room however, a hand pulled her out.

"Wha-"

Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, with that smirk of his on his face.

"What's the chances of winning Hufflepuff in this weather, Weaselette?" said Draco, smirking.

She yanked her hand out of his grasp. "More than your arm being injured." She shot back.

His smirk faded a bit, but he continued to taunt her. "Yeah well, you being adopted doesn't make it feel any better, does it? At least I have my real parents."

Samantha stood there, rooted to the ground, staring at him. She knew she was adopted, that had explained why she wasn't a red head like the rest of the Weasleys.

"Wha…what's that got to do with Quidditch?"

Draco shrugged. "It has nothing. But I'm just pointing out that you're such a poor kitten, for the Weasleys to adopt you. As if they aren't poor enough."

Samantha gasped, that was the worst and lowest insult she ever heard from him. "How dare you…" she growled.

"Oh, I dare and I did Samantha Weasley." Draco said, shaking his head. "Pure blood traitors they are, and they even took in a half blood like you! Hah! It's plain pathetic!"

Samantha winced. It was true that she was a half blood, being able to use magic, but not coming from a wizard family, or so she had been told. But to hear it straight from the mouth of your arch enemy made it sound so much worst.

"…"

Draco ceased his laughing a bit, hearing no response from the raven haired girl, he stared at her trembling form.

"Wea-"

His head had snapped sideways before he completed his sentence, and he felt the stinging pain on his cheek.

"I hate you."

He turned to see tears running down her pale cheeks, and her silver eyes burning with hatred for him. She whipped around and hastily entered the changing room, not sparing him a second glance.

"Bloody hell…" Draco muttered, as he too turned towards the stands. He didn't think that Samantha would cry, after all the taunting he did, never once had she cried.

"Damn girls…"

When Samantha entered the changing room, it was silent. No one was speaking, and no one looked up when she came in. She was grateful for that, as she could imagine her tear stained face. She quickly changed into her scarlet robes and hurried to catch up with the rest of the team who were already walking out.

The wind was so strong that they staggered sideways as they walked out onto the pitch. If the crowd was cheering they could not hear it over the fresh rolls of thunder.

The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the pitch, wearing canary-yellow robes. The captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood but Wood now looked as though he had lockjaw and merely nodded. Samantha saw Madam Hooch mouth the words, 'Mount your brooms'. She pulled her right leg out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over her broom. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant - they were off.

Samantha rose fast, but her broom swerved slightly with the wind. She held it steady, and got ready as she saw the Quaffle being passed.

Within five minutes the team was soaked to skin and frozen, and Samantha tried her hardest not to drop the Quaffle in her hands. Her fingers felt numb and she almost lost her grip on both the Quaffle and her broom. She used all of her will power pelt through the rain towards the goal post, shooting the Quaffle in. The Hufflepuff goalkeeper was so distracted by the wind that he didn't noticed the red ball coming.

Alice patted Samantha on the back as she flew past, hands out and trying to knock the Quaffle out of the opponent's hand. Angelina was there too, while Fred and George continued to hit the Bludgers out of the way.

With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Samantha could just see the outline of Wood through the thick rain, gesturing her to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud.

"I called for time out!" Wood roared at his team. "Come on, under here…"

They huddled at the edge of the pitch under a large umbrella; Samantha swept the wet hair that got into her eyes.

"Fifty points up. Harry if you don't get the Snitch soon we'll be playing into the night."

"I've got no chances with these on." Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.

At that very moment, Hermione appeared at his shoulder; she was holding her cloak over her head and was, inexplicably, beaming.

But what she was here for, Samantha never knew, for she was not listening. Instead, she was staring at the stands, for when the lightning had strike, she saw something that distracted her; the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of the seats. She would have continued staring, had Angelina's hand not tapped her, but when she turned to look again, it had vanished.

She shrugged it off as she mounted her broom again, Harry apparently got rid of his glasses problem, so they still had a chance to win this. But as she rose again in air, she started to have doubts. How could Harry see through the rain, let alone find a small Snitch?

She didn't have time to ponder over it as the Quaffle was passed to her again, and she took off towards the goalpost.

"Harry! Harry! Behind you!" Wood shouted, and Samantha turned to see Harry pelting up the pitch, where Diggory was in front of him. She squinted her eyes to see more clearly, but something odd was happening.

An eerie silence was falling across the stadium. The wind, though as strong as ever, was forgetting to roar. It was as though someone had turned off the sound, as though Samantha had gone suddenly deaf – what was going on?

And then a horrible feeling washed over her, inside her, just as she became aware of something moving on the pitch below. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the feeling, and she looked down.

At least a hundred Dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at her, were standing below. It was as though someone had thrown ice cold water over her, even colder than the harsh rain that fell on her. And then she heard it…the voice again…yet it was a bit different this time…

"Stay away, stay away I said!"

"Move you stupid girl…"

"Don't you dare….NO!!!"

A woman screamed, a man laughing cruelly, and then…another voice…

"AVA!!!"

"HARRY!!" her teammates voice shot her out from her trance, she whipped her head to look down and saw Harry falling from his broom, straight towards the ground. She tried to move, to shout, to whip out her wand, anything, but she couldn't. She stared in horror as Harry continued to fall, headfirst towards the ground. The rain had somehow calmed down, but Harry was still falling, she shut her eyes, not wanting to know what would happen.

"Arresto Momentum."

Her eyes snapped open and she saw Dumbledore, wand out and directed at Harry, whose body slowed down before dropping to the wet ground softly. She let out her breath that she didn't realize she was holding, while the rest of the team had sped down to check on Harry. A slight blurry image caught her attention, and she realized the Nimbus Two Thousand was being swept away by the wind, right towards the Whomping Willow.

"Damn!" she cursed, immediately going after it. She knew how much Harry had treasured the broom, being a gift to him during his first year. The broom held so much memories that Samantha didn't want Harry to lose anymore, so she took the risk in going after it.

Unfortunately and in the same time, fortunately for her, Wood noticed this. He quickly told Alice he was taking off, and mounted his broom. Alice was about to protest, when she noticed Samantha heading towards the Whomping Willow, and stayed silent. Little did they know, a certain blond haired boy was watching the whole scene.

"Doesn't Weasellete know anything? That broom is headed straight for the Whomping Willow. And after it's through with her, she's headed straight for the Hospital Wing, or worse, St Mungos."

Draco snorted.

"Serves her right. Who asked her to be so god damned heroic. Typical Gryffindor."

Draco shuddered as he remembered his own accident with the Whomping Willow. One word, unpleasant.

"She's gonna get huuurttt…" a singsong voice said in the back of his head.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your inner voice."

"I, The Almighty Famous Draco Malfoy, has an inner voice? Yeah right."

"Yes you pompous airbag!"

"Hey! I heard that! Or thought that…whatever! This is getting confusing! What do you want?"

"What do I want? It's not a matter of what I want. It's a matter of what you want."

"And what do I want, Oh-Great-Innner-Voice-Who-Knows-All?"

"You want to go after her."

"Her? Meaning Weaslete?"

"No. Professor McGonagall. Of course Sam you idiot!"

"Why would I want to go after her? And since when did I call her Sam?"

"Cause you feel bad for insulting her about her background before the match. You always made fun of her because she fought back and you love a good fight. But this is the first time u actually made her cry. So you feel bad and you want to save her to redeem yourself. Oh and you started thinking about calling her Sam just right now."

"And you know this…how?"

"You said it yourself. I know all. And besides, I'm you."

Draco swore. His damn inner voice had a point, but damn, it was annoying.

"Urggh..i'm gonna regret this but what the heck."

He ran across the pitch and snatched a broom, mounting it swiftly and pelting towards the Whomping Willow. Alice stood there, glaring slightly. If anything happened to her broom, Draco Malfoy was gonna get her the latest model in the market…

Getting the broom away from the Whomping Willow was definitely easier said than done. As Samantha flew through the thick branches of the tree, avoiding every single assault it threw at her, she realized the possibility of getting Harry's broom out unharmed was close to zero. As the Nimbus smartly swerved out of the Willow's attacks, it also flew further from Samantha.

"Damn it all…" she cursed, avoiding another branch as she reached out for the Nimbus.

But in her haste to grab the broom, she didn't notice a branch coming from the back, heading right for her head.

"LOOK OUT!" A voice shouted, and before she could register what was happening, someone slammed into her, knocking her off the broom. She fell on the hard ground, feeling her arm banging on a tree trunk. Dizziness clouded her vision, as she tried to see who had helped her, but she couldn't see straight.

Wood was slightly shocked at what he saw. The Slytherin Seeker had just knocked Samantha off her broom, before taking the hit from the Whomping Willow for her.

"What in Merlin's name…" he muttered, before diving down towards Samantha, who lay propped up against a tree, not far from the Whomping Willow.

Draco was avoiding the tree's branches, like how Samantha did earlier. Unlike her though, he wasn't trying to get the broom. It was already too late, the Nimbus has hit the Whomping Willow, that smashed it as it didn't like being hit. Samantha's broom too, was caught and disposed of in no time.

"Nothing I can do about that now…" Draco grunted as he turned his attention to the girl he had saved. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the Gryffindor team captain looking at him. He shrugged and flew off, leaving Wood to tend to Samantha.

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