My writers block has totally vanished and I have updated a lot with my twilight fanfic, "Screwdrivers and Bodyshots". And I'm here to remind everyone, THIS IS THE SET UP FOR "SAVING THE SPARE"! IT IS SHORT! And sorry for the wait, I gotta lot of sh*t going on at home.

Now here's the 2nd chapter!

Chapter Two

Different

I spent most of Saturday in the library working on the essays. At supper the whole student body was buzzing about Dad being sighted in a nearby town. I could only sigh.

The next morning I walked to the Quidditch pitch for tryouts gloves on and my beautiful Silver Arrow (My father's broom).

This caused a mountain of whispers again just like last year. I stood a respectful five feet from the others trying out. Cedric Diggory came up to the group. It was the one I bumped into at the train station.

"Each of you will switch positions, we're looking for a beater and too chasers. Any other positions are for understudies. He gave us a position, I was a chaser. Through our first round, no one passed me the quaffle. On the next turn I was a beater. Cole Ashby had the quaffle. Gregory Moon and I tailing him.

A bludger knocked into him and was headed straight for Ashby. I swung my bat. The bludger was sent flying. It came back a few times until Cedric called us down. "Great playing everyone. The roster will be posted on the message board by lunch."

Everyone began clearing out and I couldn't stop myself from looking back at Cedric as he huddled around with his teammates to discuss who would end up on the team. I turned away and went to change and gather my books to finish Snape's essays.

I sprinted to the common room, stumbling over the stairs that lead down to the kitchens.

There was a small crowd around the message board, murmuring. I squeezed through to read the list. The muttering stopped.

Quidditch Roster

Chaser

Cole Ashby

Archie Radke

Understudy Chaser

Juniper Grey

Beater

Olivia Black

Understudy Beater

Gregory Moon

Understudy Seeker

Olivia Black

My eyes widened.

I felt a huge smile creep up on my lips.

Ignoring the others, I raced into the Great Hall. Cedric sat with his friends at the table. Their laughter ceased when I sat across from him. His friends froze.

"I-I wanted to thank you," I panted. Cedric looked to his friends, then back to me. "For the beater position? And I'm honored to be your um, understudy.."

He gave me a puzzled look before nodding. "Be ready for practice on Saturday." I smiled and then left.

But before out of earshot I heard his friends whispering. "You trust Black with a bat and bludger?" I blinked back tears and continued to my afternoon class.

That Friday I was a mess. My father had been rumored to be in the Gryffindor tower, ransacked the whole boys' dorms.

I decided to ask for his reason, Uncle Remus told me that he was hiding out in the shrieking shack just outside Hogsmeade

After Breakfast I went to practice and then everyone gathered to visit the said town.

I made sure that no one followed or saw me enter the moaning haunted house.

As I opened the door, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end, goose bumps ghosted over my skin. I ignored it and stepped inside.

"Dad?" I called. The house groaned and creaked.

"Dad, it's Olivia, please, I need to speak to you." I climbed the stairs, careful of my footing.

"Dad?" I looked down the corridor.

"Olivia?" a voice asked.

He came from a room, peering at me. "Dad!" I ran to him, throwing myself into his weak arms. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

We had a strange bond. I had only seen him a few other times before and still acted like a normal daughter loving her father.

"My dear Olivia." I pulled back to smile at him.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

"I came to ask about why you were in the castle."

He sighed tiredly. "Peter Pettigrew is alive. Remus said he saw him. He's been hiding twelve years as a rat. Olivia, the Weasley boy has had him."

I blinked in disbelief.

" That… That would mean we could prove you're innocent!" I exclaimed.

"No, to avenge my best friends." Dad led me into the room, hugging me again, weakly.

"You must be starving. I could bring you food from the pub."

He nodded and gently held my face in his trembling hands.

"You've grown so beautifully. Just as your mother."

I would disagree.

I wasn't beautiful. I was skinny, short and Pale. With board straight white blonde hair and hazel eyes. Freckles scattered across my face. My mother was very beautiful with golden blonde curls and blue sparkling eyes. The perfect hour glass figure and flawless skin.

Dad met her at school, she was a Hufflepuff like me. They married straight out of Hogwarts and both became members of the order. When Mum had me, she retired and let Dad continue. One night when I was a couple of months old, death eaters raided our house, looking for him. They ended up torturing her for information with no luck. I was hidden in a clothes hamper upstairs. She died that night.

All the family I had left was Uncle Remus and Dad. Outside of that, I was alone.