REVISED 7/23/2013

Weeks passed and time flew by for Kirsten as the Quidditch final loomed closer and closer. Not that she was really into Quidditch or anything, but she wanted to see the Slytherins lose.

Her confrontation with Fudge seemed to have spread like wildfire among the students of Hogwarts and everyone now knew she was Sirius Black's daughter. And she made it clear to the professors to address her by her real surname. Surprisingly enough, most of the younger Gryffindors practically worshiped her now with a certain Colin Creevey as the ringleader. The same couldn't be said for the most of the other students. They most certainly avoided her in the halls, but would have the gall to point and whisper about her whenever she was present.

Now Kirsten was settled down on a sofa in the common room accompanied by Hermione, Ron, and Harry. The green eyed boy strangely enough hasn't thrown a single dirty look in her direction since her confrontation with Fudge weeks ago. But that could be because he had been too busy narrowly dodging curses and hexes from the Slytherins.

And today hadn't been an exception for him. Tomorrow was the Quidditch final after all.

"I can't work, I can't concentrate," Hermione admitted nervously. She set her book down as she looked at Harry, positively terrified. "You're going to be fine."

Kirsten tried to hide the smile on her face at the witch's antics, but failed miserably.

"You've got a Firebolt!" Ron reminded him.

"I'm sure you'll beat Malfoy's ass to the snitch," Kirsten told him.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Kirsten, surprised that she said anything encouraging at all. Harry's eyes shot straight to hers when she spoke and was startled by what she saw on his face.

A small smile.

"Yeah…," Harry started to say. Before he was interrupted by the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

"Team! Bed!" Oliver stood up all the while yelling the command.

Kirsten entered the Great Hall the next morning, her stomach grumbling loudly, with Hermione by her side. It didn't take her long to find an empty spot and pile her plate high with food. Loud cheering and applause met her ears halfway through eating and she looked up to see the Gryffindor team coming through the Great Hall doors.

She noticed it wasn't just the Gryffindors cheering but the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and Kirsten couldn't help the smile tugging on her lips. It didn't take long for the team, and Ron, to settle around her and Hermione, and for the captain to pressure them to eat.

If he didn't shut up...

An idea popped into Kirsten's mind as she looked at the Gryffindor captain next to her.

"Oliver," Kirsten called. The seventh year turned in her direction, face serious as he looked at her in question. "I know a little tip that can help your chances in winning."

His eyes practically glittered as he placed his hand on her shoulder and Kirsten didn't know any better she'd say that he would kiss her in excitement.

Not that she wouldn't mind at all, now that she thought about it...

Oliver's face was came closer and closer to hers and she picked up a piece of bacon. His mouth opened, possibly to ask her what. But that didn't come when she stuffed the bacon in his mouth. A smile was on her lips as she looked at the captain. The team was looking at her as if she were crazy.

"Eat for yourself."

It somewhat surprised her, and the Gryffindors surrounding them, that he nodded his in agreement.

"You're right," he said out of breath after chewing the bacon. He grabbed another piece off her plate and stuffed it into his mouth. "Thanks, Kirsten."

She didn't miss his hand going for another piece and she narrowed her eyes at him. Quickly, Kirsten slapped her hand away from her plate before he could grab another piece.

"Yeah...no. Grab yourself a plate," Kirsten said, grinning at the older boy. Oliver threw her a grin before taking a piece of bacon off of Katie's plate. And she didn't seem to mind much as at all seeing as the entire team surrounding them were watching the two in disbelief.

Before Fred or George could say a word, Oliver beat them to a punch.

"Okay, let's head out everyone," the Gryffindor captain commanded. It didn't take long for the team to obey Oliver and assemble together.

A hand landed on Kirsten's shoulder as she began to eat again, and she looked to see Harry standing beside her, looking down at her. His eyes caught hers in a gaze and he leaned closer to her.

"Can we talk after the match?" he asked in a whisper. She looked at him curiously and fought a smirk.

It seemed he practiced that line.

"I guess."

Kirsten's eyes wandered over the sea of students wearing gold and red. Banners were waving sporadically and she could hear some chants being yelled. Her eyes then traveled to the section where green and silver were prevalent, and she immediately spotted Professor Snape. A grin was on her lips in a matter of seconds at the revelation.

Beside the fact that McGonagall would be watching her and Lee Jordan carefully, they could practically get away with saying anything with no interference from Snape.

Cheers of the crazed fans grew louder as the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" Lee Jordan yelled. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinner, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years—"

"Boos" emanated from the crowd of Slytherins.

"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill—"

More boos from the Slytherin crowd and Kirsten wanted nothing more than to sigh in exasperation.

"Captains, shake hands!," Madam Hooch yelled, her face in her usual fierce fashion. And Kirsten couldn't help but wonder if the woman still held it against her for pushing a first year Slytherin off his broom during flying lessons.

It wasn't like she intended for him to fall off.

But he was begging for it...

The sound of her whistle brought her back to the match and she leaned closer to Lee as he placed the megaphone between them.

"It's Gryffindor's very own Alicia Spinnet with the Quaffle having a clear getaway to the Slytherin goal. Nice job—damn! I mean no, Professor, I meant to say no! Quaffle intercepted by Warrington of Slytherin!" Kirsten said, not taking her eyes off of the match.

"WHAM!—nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by—Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina—nice swerve around Montague—duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!—SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina punched her arm in the air but Marcus Flint thought it would be a great idea to crash right into her, nearly knocking her off her broom. This led to Fred chucking his Beater's club straight at the back of Flint's head, causing Kirsten to laugh gleefully.

"Good aim, Fred!" the black haired witch cheered him on through the megaphone as Flint's nose smashed into the hand of his broom. From what she could see, blood was now dripping from his nose. It didn't take Kirsten long to notice the warning look Professor McGonagall shot in her direction.

"That will do!" Madam Hooch shrieked, zooming between them and shouting out that both teams have penalty shots. Alicia flew forward.

"Come on, Alicia!" Lee yelled into the silence. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Flint was next to fly forward to take the penalty shot for Slytherin.

"'Course Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee informed the crowd as they waited for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle.

"And for all the ladies out there, you've got to admit he is fit," Kirsten added, causing girls in the crowd to cheer. "Don't you think so, Lee?"

"It's hard to say in my view, mate. I'm a guy," Lee replied, but smiled all the same.

"But you do have to admit that he—"

"Black! Pay attention!" Professor McGonagall scolded her. Kirsten didn't miss the laughter that rumbled through the crowd and smiled pointedly at them. The sound of the whistle echoed through the field.

"YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!" Lee yelled as the game continued to carry on.

"Gryffindor has it, wait Slytherin does. Yes, Katie Bell of Gryffindor snatched the Quaffle. Nice handling Katie! Streaking up the field in a rush. She's about to make it—" Kirsten's stopped talking and dropped as she witnessed what was happening.

Montague, one of the Slytherin Chasers, thought it smart to swerve in front of Katie and make a grab at her head instead of the Quaffle that was clearly in her hands.

Son of a bit —

"THAT WAS DELIBERATE!" Lee shouted into the megaphone. Fortunately, Katie managed to stay on her broom but dropped the Quaffle. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out once again and Kirsten could see the woman clearly shouting at Montague. A minute passed when Katie shot another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING—"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way—!"

"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"

Kirsten nodded her head in Lee's defense and gave McGonagall an innocent, or what she hoped to be, smile.

"It's true. Besides, the crowd loves a little side talk every now and then," she told her. McGonagall didn't miss throwing her a reproachful look but did, surprisingly enough, dismissed her comment.

A shimmering object caught Kirsten's eye as it zoomed past the stand and she watched as Harry zoomed across the field away from the Snitch and toward the Slytherin end. She didn't miss the large Slytherin Beaters, Derrick and Bole, swing their bats to aim the Bludgers in Harry's direction. The Bludgers narrowly missed Harry as he moved out of the way as the two blokes collided head on.

"Hahaa!" Kirsten yelled into the megaphone. "That's what you get you bunch of big ass baboons!"

"Black!"

"Sorry, Professor! I won't do it again!" she apologized quickly and moved the megaphone away before the woman tried to grab it. Lee laughed beside her at the comment but stopped with the look McGonagall was throwing him.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle—Flint alongside her—poke him in the eye, Angelina!—it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke—oh no—Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save—!"

But Flint scored it and the Slytherin crowd erupted in cheers. Kirsten couldn't stop her fit of laughter and almost fell off the railing as Lee swore so badly that McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him.

"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession—"

Kirsten confirmed silently that this had to be the dirtiest game she ever witnessed as the game progressed. Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to deny to the allegations, claiming that he thought she was a Bludger. That must have been the biggest load of bull she had ever heard. She had to hold in her laughter when George decided to elbow Bole in the face. But that led to Bole and Derrick aiming the Bludgers at Oliver, gaining Gryffindor another penalty shot.

A fast blur streaked upward and Kirsten realized it was Harry, most likely after the Snitch. Only a few seconds passed when she noticed that Harry was a lot slower. And she could see why...

There was Malfoy holding onto the tail of Harry's broom.

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch screeched, shooting up to where Harry and Malfoy were.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee howled into the megaphone leaning into Kirsten to get away from Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B—"

"YOU DAMN BASTARD! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS WHEN YOU TOUCH THE GROUND!" Kirsten yelled, joining in with Lee. She didn't care how awful the words she was spewing were. And apparently McGonagall didn't mind as much either seeing as she was yelling furiously herself.

Alicia took the Gryffindor penalty and Kirsten and Lee both stopped swearing. The game went back into full swing as Harry forced the Slytherins to scatter for Angelina to make a clear view shot.

"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES!"

"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to twenty!" Kirsten said. Her eyes were trained on Harry as she saw him knock Malfoy's hand out of the way, only to curl his around the Snitch.

The crowd roared with such enthusiasm that Kirsten thought she was going to be deaf. She spotted the rest of the team rushing over to Harry, tackling him into hugs. The team of seven lowered themselves onto the ground and waves of crimson supporters poured out of the barriers on the field. A huge smile spread onto Kirsten's face in happiness at the scene.

"Come on, Kia, let's go!" Lee said, grabbing her arm. His smile widened as he saw the smile on her face.

"I have to tie my shoe. I'll catch up with you guys down there," she told him. He nodded his head and filed out with the rest of the teachers, leaving Kirsten to stand there alone. She didn't exactly want to join in at the moment. Having too much of a good time watching the others celebrate.

Percy stuck out from the crowd below like a sore thumb as he jumped around like the biggest maniac in the world, all his dignity forgotten. Her eyes widened when she spotted Professor McGonagall crying harder than Oliver.

"Hello, Kirsten. I enjoyed your commentating along with Lee's, if I do say so myself," a voice said beside me. She nearly jumped at how close the voice was, but calmed down as she realized who it belonged too.

She thought she was alone.

Kirsten turned to see Professor Dumbledore standing next to her with the enormous Quidditch Cup in his hands, a smile on his face.

"Thanks, Professor," she said. "I'm sorry if there was any vulgar usage."

"I momentarily went deaf," he replied rather cheerfully. "I take it Professor Lupin has been helping you with control?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head. "I still don't...understand. Why do I have it?"

"Then I guess it is time for me to allow my assistance."

Kirsten gazed up at him, taken aback.

Why the hell would he want to help?

"I had assisted your mother for quite some time when she attended," he told her, the smile never leaving his lips. "I think it will be wise to begin at the start of the summer."

"Thanks, Professor."

She was stunned.

Dumbledore.

Assist.

Her?

The sound of bustling brought her back to the real world and she was met with the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Angelina grabbed her into a group hug with Katie and Alicia. The three girls let her go and lips of the Weasley twins were met on both of her cheeks. After Fred and George let go, Oliver pulled her into her grasp and swung her around. She was so close to his face, Kirsten could see the trail of tears that slipped down his face. After he stopped harassing her, Kirsten stumbled into Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were all beaming.

But before Kirsten could say a word to Harry and vice versa, Oliver decided it was a great time to drag him towards Dumbledore so they can all accept the Cup.

It took Kirsten a half hour to get to Gryffindor Tower and settle herself on the sofa with Hermione by her side.

"Nice commentating, Kia," Ron complimented.

"I definitely liked the one about Oliver," Katie told her, smiling slyly.

"So did all the girls," Kirsten replied with a wink. She glanced to see Oliver's cheeks were pink. "Don't be shy, Oliver! Well don't be cocky either, but—no... just don't get bigheaded."

"Why couldn't you talk about me?" George asked.

"Of course she wouldn't want to talk about you! I'm the better looking one," Fred stated, combing his hand through his hair and acting as if he were posing for a model agency.

"Definitely tempting," she told them, trying not to laugh. "But it is Oliver's last year."

"I can't believe you tried to make me say it," Lee said.

"Well, you got to admit, Lee," Kirsten said, looking at Oliver, "doesn't he?"

Everyone in the vicinity turned to look at the captain in question whose face had gotten a lot more red.

"Can we get the subject off of my looks and on to something else besides me. How about the way Harry caught the Snitch," Oliver suggested. Kirsten decided to let it slide and the subject jumped from his good looks to the Quidditch match.

Kirsten grew disinterested seeing as how she commentated the match and saw it. Not to say she didn't like Quidditch. She was much more of a football fan than anything. And seeing as how Dean, the only other hardcore football fan, was busy hearing the highlights of the game she was bored.

That was until she caught a pair of emerald green eyes staring her down.

She raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior, remembering what he asked at breakfast. His eyes traveled to the portrait and then back to her several times.