Isla walked onto the pitch with her broom, she was substituting Harry as the boy was unconscious in the hospital wing. She knew that they would lose the game; she hadn't played Quidditch at all during the year, she hadn't even done practice throughout the year, just a few joy rides every two weeks or so. She mounted her broom and took off into the air as Madam Hooch blew her whistle. The game was brutal and Isla was almost knocked off her broom three times in the first hour. She frantically searched for the snitch, and at last saw it after six hours of playing. She raced after it, and didn't notice the bludger that was sent her way. She felt it though, when it slammed into the side of her head. She didn't remember hitting the ground.

Isla groaned and sat up in the bed that she was lying in. She looked around and saw Harry grinning at her.

"I hear that you tried to catch the snitch," he said.

"Don't pick on me, both my parents were beaters. It was your father who was the chaser/seeker," she put a hand to her head and dropped back down onto her pillow. Madam Pompfrey noticed this and walked over to her with a glass. Isla eyed the orange liquid in it with suspicion.

"Is that going to taste bad?" she asked, Madam Pompfrey just handed her the drink. Isla held her nose and downed the liquid. She made a face as she handed the glass back to Pompfrey.

"You can leave whenever you are ready to Miss Black," Isla nodded and swung her legs out of the bed.

"See ya Harry," she ruffled his hair and left the hospital wing. She went up to the Gryffindor common room and sat down on one of the couches. She closed her eyes, hoping to get some peace, but she had no such luck. Two redheaded boys came into the room and saw her. They walked over to her and jumped onto her. She screamed in surprise, then hit them over the head.

"Assholes!" she yelled at them, they grinned and pulled her to her feet. "What are you doing?"

"We need you to go get our Quidditch captain out of his flunk, he won't let any of us talk to him."

"So what makes you think that he'll listen to me?"

"Just a hunch. Please Isla?" she couldn't say no to them, not when they spoke in unison, it was her one weakness to them.

"Fine. Where is he?"

"Up in his dorm," she sighed, hit the twins over the head again and went up the stairs. She slowly opened the door and looked in. She saw Oliver lying face down on his bed, the other bed was empty. She quietly walked over to his bed and lay down next to him, hands folded on her stomach and looking up at the ceiling. He lifted his head and looked at her before letting it drop back onto his pillow.

"Who sent you?"

"The twevils."

"Okay, why?"

"They say that you have been in a bit of a flunk. I know that Gryffindor is devastated by the loss, so you have got to be feeling ten times worse."

"True, but I don't want to talk about it, lass."

"I understand, I'm here as silent support as Percy doesn't really understand," Oliver rolled over to look at the ceiling, just as the door opened. They looked to see Percy standing there. Isla grinned; Oliver started to grin as well.

"Talking about me again Isla?"

"You know you love me," she kissed Oliver's cheek, stood and went over to Percy. "You can't deny it." she kissed his cheek and walked out of the dorm room. The two fifteen-year-olds stared at each other in shock; they could hear Isla laughing as she walked down the stairs.

Isla cheered with her house, ignoring the looks that her brother was sending towards her. She was having too much fun, knowing that Gryffindor had one the house cup. The twins picked her up and spun her around, she giggled and they dropped her down on top of Oliver and Percy. She laughed and they laughed with her. She ruffled Harry's hair as he helped her up off the two boys. He was grinning and she hugged him. She had told him a few weeks ago that she was his cousin, that his father had been cousin to her mother. She was pulled out of the throng by the twins and they got on the table to dance a jig.