A/N: Good Evening. I just came home from shopping… I seem to be doing a lot of it this year… Here's a chapter of entertainment for all of you. Also, it's longer than usual.

krillball6- They won't find out for a really long time… knowing me it's never good.

ErikandChristine- It's good that you are noting the stuff I emphasize.

batbones- Don't worry the thickness will change… read my other fic. The Right Choice.

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"I am NOT stepping foot onto that field," said Jacqueline in Dumbledore's office.

He calmly stared at her. "All you are going to do is referee the game. You won't have to fly."

Jacqueline sat down and thought for a moment. She then gave up, "Fine, but I am not stepping foot onto the grass more than I have to. And flying, forget it. Next time, please ask someone else to substitute for Madame Hootch."

"Thank you."

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"This is the worst weather in the history of bad weathers," said a Gryffindor Beater.

Desmond glanced at him and then outside where there was pouring rain.

"Five minutes Gryffindors," said Jacqueline, popping in and then out with the message.

"So, where's Madame Hootch?" asked Jacob, the Gryffindor Keeper.

"Family thing," said another member.

"What does your mother know about Quidditch?" asked Jacob of Desmond.

Desmond shrugged and said, "She never showed much interest in watching. My father is a different thing. He was Seeker of the Slytherin team during his term here."

Jacob nodded.

"Guess it's time."

The teams walked out and were immediately soaked after a few seconds. It was impossible to see anything and Jacqueline had to call fouls several times. It was forty-five minutes into the game and the score was a bare 30 to 10; Gryffindor in the lead. Strangely, they played better in bad weather.

An hour into the game, Gryffindor called a time-out. Jacob was hit by an unexpected Bludger. He was now on his broom, unable to wield it, because of a broken shoulder. His hands were not in his possession. Jacqueline watched the team by the hoops for a few seconds, then when they didn't land, took up her broom and mounted it, mumbling angrily.

To the surprise of Adriennd, Jacqueline wielded the broom with ease. Jacqueline leveled with the team and said, "All to the ground. Mr. Lynde, can you fly at all?"

Jacob shook his head. Jacqueline took her hands of the broom's handle and took out her wand. Adriennd and Desmond carefully watched their mother, seeing her on a broom for the first time. They weren't even sure that she knew how to fly. Before Jacqueline could do anything, a Bludger hit Jacob's broom, lightly brushing Jacqueline's. Jacob lost his seating and began to fall to the ground. Jacqueline, who was pushed a side by the Bludger, lost track of her wand, as she had to grab the broom to steady it. She caught sight of the falling Jacob in time to snap her fingers. At the snap, Jacob stopped falling and just hung in mid-air, several feet above the ground. Below him lay his broken Firebolt.

Jacqueline slowly went into a dive, like an inexperienced flyer would do. Meanwhile, the two younger Malfoy's watched their mother's careful descent. Jacqueline leveled her broom next to Jacob and carefully placed him in front of him. Then, after descending to the ground, she made sure that he was led to the Hospital Wing. Jacqueline resumed the game, only now, Gryffindor was one team-member short.

In a half an hour, Adriennd saw the Snitch. She sped off, Desmond many feet behind her. Adriennd rose higher, the rain beating hard upon her face. She felt Desmond at her side. She understood it was her brother, but this was a game and they were facing against each other so she pushed him. It surprised Desmond, but nether-the-less, he returned the action. The two, kept rising higher and higher, and the stadium was a long ways down. Desmond's hand was closer, because his arm was longer. Adriennd knew that if she didn't do something, Gryffindor would win the game.

Therefore, she carefully placed her feet on the slippery broom. Stabilizing herself, she let the handle go with her hands. Before she could make a leap for the Snitch, the golden ball darted down. Adriennd lost her footing and slipped off the broom, but instead she grabbed on to it by one of her hands. While Desmond made a dive, Adriennd tried to not lose her grip. Several seconds later, she mounted her broom and made a dive.

The audience was searching the sky for the two Seekers. They were surprised when they saw Desmond in a dive, emerging from the clouds, alone. Several seconds later, they saw Adriennd following up in a dive. Desmond was close to the Snitch when it flew off in a different direction. Adriennd immediately went off in that direction, cutting distance and flying in front Desmond. The two were very close to the ground, Adriennd mere inches from the golden ball.

Adriennd inched her way to the front of her broom and her fingers barely touched the thin wings of the ball. She tried to put more speed to her broom, but it was impossible. Suddenly, an image appeared before her eyes. She was about fourteen years old. She was standing next to Adrian who was wearing black robes and had a white wand in his hand. She was wearing dark robes also and her head was bent. They were standing in a dark room and suddenly, the image was interrupted when someone behind her yelled, "Adriennd!"

She shook her head in time to have her hand close upon the Snitch and her slam into one of the stands.