I can't believe I've waited this long to update again! Stupid school projects. Anyway, I hope you're all excited for quittich! "Finally, the quittich chapter!" Well, don't just sit there reading the bold! Focus your eyes towards the actual story! What are you waiting for?! GO!

The votes are in! And the pairing is:

georgeXdani

In the Harry Potter series, I always thought that Fred got more credit for stuff than George. So I'm glad that you reviewers chose George. And I'm glad you didn't chose (for the most part) Harry. Personally, I hate the harryXdani pairing; it just seems wrong. So read on and see how I put it into action! (But it won't be over the top; this story isn't going to be filled with too much romance.)

DIS: I OWN THIS STUFF IN MY MIND, NOT MY LIFE.

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Chapter 6- What's going on with me? (Dani POV)

"Hey, Dani?" Harry evilly asked.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever played quittich before?"

"No?" I didn't want to seem dumb; even if I had no idea what the heck was quittich?

"BLOODY HELL! Are you mental?!" Ron suddenly exasperated.

"Well," Fred suspiciously said his penny for thoughts, "You're about to find out…"

Everyone in the room it seemed pushed me out of the room and into a cleared room of the house. Even Snape! Though I fumbled out on the floor on my back and a small creature started prodding at my lower-legs. "Ouch! Stop it you ruffian!" I measly warned it.

"I see you've met one of the garden gnomes. Pesky things… How'd they get inside?" George muttered. He lowered his hand towards me. "Umm… Thank you." It took all of my willpower to stop from blushing. I think I failed, because as he helped my upright, I saw Mrs. Weasley glare. I quickly shut up. (For just a moment.) However, Sirius was smirking and shrugging his shoulders. He was so going down!

We headed towards the others in the hallway. "Is this really enough space?" But suddenly, Remus muttered a spell under his breath and that single room expanded greatly; now there was a football field of space it seemed, including the ceiling.

"Now, where are the bludgers? The quaffle? The snitch? The brooms?" Ginny piped up. "Surely you have some Sirius, right?"

"Uhh…" He croaked. "What did you say?"

"Oh, never mind. I'll just get them." Remus grumbled. "Accio!" Some brooms, some balls (red and yellow), and two clubs glided into the room. "I also have a clean snitch that we can use." He opened his trunk (where'd that come from?) and pulled out a pair of white gloves. Then he grabbed a small golden ball with wings with them. Was that the snitch?

"What do we do now?" I curiously asked. The room fell into silence until Hermione interrupted the quiet. "You don't know?"

"I'm not really from around here.

Sirius handed me a broom and instructed me how to use it. It had a label on the side that read "Nimbus 2000". What kind of model was that? "Okay Dani, you just drop the broom on the ground and recite, 'up'. If the broom shoots into your hand, you most likely have the talent; like Harry over here. But if it doesn't still don't lose hope, 'kay?"

I grabbed the broomstick and placed it on the floor. "Up." I whispered. The broom squirmed by an inch, I suppose. It was debating whether it could trust me. Great.

"Try it again. Just louder, maybe."

"Up!" The broom seemed to be the extra-stubborn kind. I sweared silently, and I sternly spoke clearly and loud this next time.

"UP!" This time, the broom had no choice but to follow my command. It jumped up really close to my opened hand, but still didn't touch it; it wavered. I just lowered my hand and quickly snatched it up.

"Good! Next, try sitting on the handle and push off the ground with your feet." Harry encouraged me. I swung my left leg over the stick and sat down on it like I was riding horseback. Confidently but nervously I slightly pushed off the ground. I expected to move upwards some centimeters. That's not what happened.

"AHH!" I desperately cried. I was trying my best to steer, but I was currently clinging for my life onto the handle near the celling. The others were only ants from this high in the air. I thought I was going to crash into the wall; I was panicking too much to steer the broom. The issue wasn't the speed, the issue was that it was hard to steer at its average speed. I heard someone call out, "Tilt it slightly to the left!"

I carefully pushed the top a little to the left and magically it turned with the movement. I was gaining its trust; it obeyed me! Now I was forming a circle in the air. The wind picked up; I could feel the fresh breezes slapping my face, and it felt like the best thing in the world. I pushed the handle down, and speed downwards. I pulled up when I was only a few feet from the ground. Soon enough, I leaned my chest towards the handle more, and I was speeding all over the place like a torpedo. There were other brooms flying behind me, though. So I pulled my back up and floated down towards the ground. My long raven hair was either sticking straight up or blown back by the wind. I didn't care though.

"That was amazing!" I abruptly exclaimed. The other brooms carrying Sirius, Ginny, the twins, Ron, and Harry can to a stop and they hopped off. I did the same, though I felt faintly dizzy.

"You're a natural Dani!" Tonks eagerly shook with excitement. "You're bound to get on your house team with those skills!"

George added, "I just hope that she's in Gryffindor. I would hate to have to compete with those skills!"

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I furiously blushed. "Hey Dani, why are your cheeks green?" Harry questioned me. Everyone stared at me, which just made me blush even more. I supposed my cheeks were green because my ectoplasm literally climbed into my face. Tonks guessed, "Are you a metamorphgus too?!"

"Umm… Not that I know of…" I had no idea what that was, but I guessed it meant changing colors; that's what Tonks was doing constantly. Her hair changed from bubblegum pink to a blueberry shade. "Well, at least try then. You never know!"

I stood still and concentrated on anything other than green. I did not need my ectoplasm turning my skin green even more. My eyes were closed but I could still tell nothing was happening. Suddenly something leaned on my arm and someone screamed. I fluttered open my eyes. Tonks was leaning, and everyone else was staring.

I looked down at my shoulder. The color green was spreading. "What happened?"

"When I leaned on your shoulder, it started turning green." Tonks explained. "But now when I took myself off, it stopped spreading! It's fading too!" It was true. But for a different reason. I cursed at my ectoplasm; it was probably attracted to her magic, so it went closer and closer to the edge of my skin.

"Just forget about it."

They all shut up, but I realized none of them were moving. Even their eyes were like glass marbles; I screamed in terror. When I touched my broomstick, my arm just went through it. And I wasn't even intangible!

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shrieked. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around on my heel and held my breath. I let it out just as soon as I held it. "C-Clockwork?! What are you doing here?!"

"I see you've met the Order of Phoenix." He warmly stated.

"The Order of what?" I interrogated him. "What's that?"

"The Order of Phoenix is all around you. They are a secret group wizards and witches who fight death eaters while the Ministry of Magic passes them over. It is very dangerous."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I need you to keep an eye on them. Pick up the clues; you're with them. Figure out what you're up against. And most importantly… help Harry." Clockwork warned her.

"Harry? Why is he so important?"

"Harry Potter is destined to defeat the powerful Voldemort. You must help him, and find out more about the horcrux in his forehead. It is very unstable; it must be either protected or destroyed. And the only way to keep him alive is to protect it."

"Wait- so Harry has to die to defeat the horcrux? I thought he had to defeat this Voldemort dude."

He chuckled, "A horcrux is a part of someone's soul. Voldemort has challenged my dear friend Death one too many times; he has split his soul six times, not including his soul piece in his body."

"What the f*** is this?!" Dani blurted out before she could stop herself. Immediately she clapped her hand on top of her mouth.

"Language does not concern the master of time. Do not act ashamed; it makes you seem weak." Clockwork wisely reassured her.

"Clockwork, I don't understand any of this magical stuff! This is too confusing! One minute I have no idea how to do any spells, the next minute I'm performing some kind of magic spell against my will!"

"Yes, that is one of the effects of the potion I served your younger self. You see, the pure magical blood was taken from a very intelligent witch named Narissa Malfoy. Though since she is death eater, you may want to stay away from blood samples. You will be able to perform any spells that she is able to perform."

"That's a lot to take in."

"We must part ways, but remember to keep track of young Harry Potter. We will meet again soon."

With that, Clockwork floated into a time portal and everything was restored to movement. I blinked, and suddenly Ginny spoke up. "Don't you think it's getting dark? And Harry has that trial tomorrow; we should all get some sleep."

"I agree. Now why don't all you kids go upstairs and get some sleep?" Mrs. Weasley ushered me, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the twins upstairs. The boys had two rooms, and the girls: one. I was led by Ginny and Hermione into a dark blue room with two beds, a dresser, some random boxes, and some extra folded sheets in the corner. "This is the room you'll be sharing with us."

Hermione took some sheets and laid them out on the wood floor big enough for a small body. "You'll have to use this as a bed since neither of us can use magic outside of Hogwarts yet. I'm only in fifth year, Ginny's only in fourth year, and you're bound to have the trace on you since you're my age."

"It's okay. I'll manage." The two warmly smiled at me in sympathy. Ginny threw some of her extra night clothes at me since I didn't have any in my bag; I had never thought of it whilst I was sleeping in the streets. "Thanks."

I closed the bedroom door and lifted my sweatshirt off of my top and laid in down to the side of my "bed". I winced as the cloth swept over my scars. The other two must have seen this act, because they asked about it.

"What are those scars about?" Hermione suspiciously asked.

"It's not really important…" I trailed off and glanced at Ginny asking for help. She didn't seem to get the message, though. I had to do it myself.

"Something happened... I don't want to talk about it." I whispered, yet stared at them. "I'm going to bed." I finished getting into Ginny's night gown and climbed under the covers of the "bed". We were in silence for the rest of the time before I nodded to sleep.

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That was a lot of explaining, huh? A lot of dialogue, some georgeXdani… I'm going to type the next chapter. Bye!