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My Sweet Boy

July

Marcus was doubled over, struggling for air. It was hot, blazing hot, where they were practicing. He was out of shape and not used to the hot weather. They had to practice at a pitch in Nevada because the Falcon's pitch was being renovated. He just thought it was to torture them all. His coach was standing in a building in front of a glass wall, in air conditioning with that.

"You going to make it?" Joshua Wess asked, patting Marcus on the back. Marcus straightened up. He could dig a frickin well for his dad but he couldn't run five laps around a Quidditch pitch?

"I'll be fine," Marcus said, taking a drink of his water and sat down on the ground. "You're from Russia…shouldn't you be panting like a dog?" Josh rolled his eyes and sat down next to him. Josh was an eighteen year old Russian player who joined last year.

"I've been through this once, Flint. You need to suck it up and move on," Wess said. Marcus rolled his eyes.

"When you work for my dad on a ranch, talk to me," he said, standing. "We're halfway there, Wess, don't tell me you're the one that's getting weak now." Wess rolled his eyes and took off after Marcus around the pitch again.

Katie sat in her room with Leanne. She sighed, looking out the window again, hoping to see Marcus's owl flying towards her house. She didn't see that happening, though. She heard Leanne sigh. She looked up.

"What?" she asked. Leanne looked up innocently. "Don't play it off as nothing, either."

"Let's go get him, Katie. Let's go on some random search to find your lover, the person you miss so dearly so you can STOP MOPING!" Leanne said, putting down her pen. "I love you, Katie, but you really need to either go off and find him or just get over him. Like Angelina and Alicia said. You're just another one of his play toys."

"I'm not just one of his play toys, Leanne!" Katie shot back, standing up. "I would go get him if I knew where he was!"

"Come on, Katie, when was the last time he kissed you or said 'I love you' when we were around?" Leanne asked, standing too. "He's playing Quidditch, Katie, how hard is it going to be to find him?" Katie blinked.

"Wait, what?" she asked. Leanne looked at her. "He's playing Quidditch? Like, professional?"

"Yeah, that's what I just said," she said. Katie sunk down onto her bed. "You didn't know?" Katie silently shook her head. "I'm sorry, Katie." Katie shook her head again, standing, a determined look on her face.

"We're going to go find Marcus Nathan Flint," she said, determined to go do it.

"What do you mean we have to make some kind of appointment?" Angelina asked the guy who was bigger than all three girls put together. "We're here to see her...loving…boyfriend!" The guy just shrugged.

"Marcus Nathan Flint," Katie said. "He knows me, just go ask him."

"Can't do it," the guy replied.

"Why? Tell me one good reason why!" Angelina said. Alicia put a hand on her arm.

"It's only for five minutes," Leanne said. "She'll be in and out."

"It takes less than five minutes to kill him," the guy grunted. "I'm just doing my job…" Katie tuned out as she stood on her tip toes to peer around the guy.

There were fourteen or so guys standing around a water cooler. She saw the assistant coach, but no head coach. She tried to pick Marcus out of the group, but they were all the same height. They were mostly all dark head's too. She saw a blonde and a red head.

"MARCUS FLINT!" Katie shouted. She figured that was a better tactic. She figured right. A tall, dark haired boy turned around to face her.

"Look, there he is," Alicia said.

"Still can't do it," he said.

"Katie, go, run," Angelina hissed in Katie's ear. "We'll distract him long enough for you to make it." Katie arched her eyebrows at her, but Angelina turned away. She watched her start talking again, turning his focus elsewhere.

Katie slipped past, still feeling Marcus's eyes on her as she walked backwards, quickly. She turned and broke into a full run, tackling him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

"Marcus, I am so going to kill you," she whispered, feeling his arms go around her.

"Get back here!" the guard shouted, but she felt Marcus wave him off.

"I'm really going to kill you," she said, drawing back. "Two and a half months you don't call or write! Do you know how worried I've been! And, you lied to me! You didn't tell me about your Quidditch job!" She smacked his chest. "You should have told me, Marcus Nathan Flint."

"Katie now's not exactly the best time," he said in a low voice. She frowned. "We're talk later. Stop by my house tonight, around nine or so."

"Promise you'll be here?" she asked. He looked at her.

"I can't make promises anymore, Katie."

"Fine," she muttered and turned, walking away.

Marcus watched her walk away. He should have told her to leave, that he couldn't see her anymore. Truthfully, he'd been practicing what he'd been going to tell her. All that went down the drain when he saw her finally.

Marcus dropped his bag onto the mud room floor as he stepped into his house. He paused, however. Something was off. He glanced at the clock. It was ten till nine. Katie would be here, but he heard nothing. He couldn't hear the house elf's moving about. He couldn't hear anything.

"Who's here?" he called, withdrawing his wand. He was met with the silence of the house. Maybe he was overreacting.

He moved into the living room. It was silent. He was probably overreacting. Whenever the house elf's finished their tasks, they usually just wandered back to their commons. He shook his head and moved into the kitchen and that's when he froze. There were still dishes in the sink. That wasn't like Mimzy at all.

"Katie?" he called. He heard a thump upstairs and turned, taking them two at a time. "Katie?" He threw open his bedroom door to find Bellatrix and some other Death Eater there. The other one had Katie, restraining her arms. Bella danced around to face Marcus.

"My sweet boy! Look who we just happened to find!" Bella crooned. Marcus stood there, frozen. His wand was held out, but his plans to use it were gone.