"Any luck with Andon Micheal Deansforth?" Ron asked as Harry came into their office.

"None," Harry muttered. "The only reason he has a record was for buying an illegal cauldron five years ago that apparently added a bit of poison to whatever he was brewing."

"Shame," Ron said.

"That was the last person on the list of wizards with the initials A.M.D. that Hermione gave us," Harry sighed. "Nothing."

"Maybe whoever it is died," Ron shrugged. "I mean, that will did look pretty old."

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

"And while you were gone," Ron continued. "Kingsley stopped by to say that he's already informed all of the Hogwarts staff that Claridina's son's a relative of Voldemort's. There's nothing they can do, of course, but he just wanted to give them all a heads up."

"Good," Harry said. "But he could've saved himself the trouble; I'm heading over there right now."

"Oh right, to see the Quidditch match," Ron said. "Forgot that was today."

"Yup," Harry said, grabbing his cloak from his desk. "I'm just going to meet George at his shop and we're going to apperate to Hogsmeade together. Thanks again for covering for me."

"No problem," Ron told him. "James is a Beater, right?"

"Uh-huh; said it was the only position open."

"Wood's daughter still Keeper?"

"Yeah, it's her last year, though."

"Told Rose to try out next year," Ron said. "But she doesn't like playing competivley. Maybe Hugo will give it go, though, when he's there"

"Maybe," Harry echoed. "I'll come back here after the match, assuming it doesn't go too late."

"Have fun, mate," Ron grinned. "You could do with a bit of a break."

…..

"Snow?" James exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling in the Great Hall. "That's going to be dead hard to play in!"

"Better than rain," Fred pointed out, eating a bit of his fried tomatoes.

"You guys practiced in the snow last night," Alexandra pointed out.

"And it was terrible," Alanna said. "But Fred's right; rain is far worse to play in."

"Alanna, Fred, James," Savannah Wood said, walking over to the group. "I want to have a quick meeting in the locker room before the match starts, so we're all heading out now."

"Okay," James said shakily.

Alexandra noticed that his face was very worried; quite the opposite of the confidence it usually displayed.

"I'll be out in the stands in just a few minutes," Alexandra told them. "Good luck, you guys."

Alexandra looked across the hall as her friends left. Wretermoust was not at the Slytherin table, but Alexandra was not upset by this. In fact, she would be completely content if she never saw him again. After their previous encounter, Alexandra had been able to think of nothing else. She had actually agreed to participate in something he had suggested. Something that she new was wrong, but was going to do anyway.

She was being selfish, she knew. She only wanted to protect herself from the shame of having it known that she was related to Claridina.

After knowing Harry for all these years, even though she visited him only a few times a year, Alexandra didn't believe that Harry would exile her simply because of her relation. But then again, she knew how much he hated Claridina, and even if he wouldn't blatantly display his disapproval, she knew it would always be in the back of his mind. And what if James were to find out from his father and told all her other friends? She would be totally alone…

So Alexandra had been trying to convince herself that taking the necklace was not as terrible as she was making it out to be. All it would be doing would be preventing Harry from finding out Claridina was her mother. It wasn't as if she was stealing some top secret Ministry file or something of that standard. It wasn't going to do any harm.

…..

"Saw the team practicing on my way back to from the greenhouse last night," Neville said as he led Harry and George into the teacher's stands. "They look pretty good. But Horace also told me just this morning that Slytherin has high hopes too."

"Speaking of Slughorn," Harry said darkly. "Where is he?"

"Told him he could milk my new Mamtosis Fern," Neville replied, grinning. "He's going to be busy for at least six hours; its milk is worth at least 5 galleons an ounce."

"Brilliant," Harry laughed.

"Is Peeves still around here?" George asked. "I always liked that poltergeist."

"Yeah, he's here," Neville nodded. "Had a run-in with him just this morning, as a matter of fact…wound up with a pitcher or questionable slime dumped all over me. Oh, look, they're starting!"

The men stopped talking and watched as the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team flew into position. Harry looked at his son, who was clutching his Beater's bat in his fist, looking absolutely anxious.

The quaffle was tossed into the air, and the game began.

"Hey, isn't that Alexandra's friend playing Chaser as well?" Harry asked Neville as Fred took control of the quaffle.

"Yup, that's Alanna," Neville nodded. "She's a very good player."

"Ah, so that's the girl Fred's been talking about then," George grinned. "Keeps going on that she's so good at Quidditch, smart, nice…Yes! He scored!"

Sure enough, Fred threw the quaffle right past Slytherin's Keeper, putting Gryffindor in the lead.

The Slytherin Keeper tossed the quaffle to one of his Chasers, who promptly began his flight down towards Gryffindor's end of the field. Before he got too far, though, a bludger soared right towards him and nearly upseated him, causing him to drop the quaffle, which Alanna then recovered and scored another ten points for Gryffindor.

"Nice!" Harry exclaimed happily as he watched James's play.

"He got that Beater's arm from his Uncle George, by the way," George grinned.

Gryffindor continued to play fantastically for the next hour, bringing the score up to 60-0.

"Woods daughter sure got his talent," Harry commented, watching Savannah make another near impossible save.

"She's being scouted for England's team," Neville said. "They're scheduled to come to the next match."

"Oliver would be thrilled if she got that," George said. "Though I do have to wonder if Savannah's pep talks are anything like his were."

"I think the Seekers spotted the Snitch!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

Sure enough, the Seekers from both teams suddenly took off towards the ground. Harry saw the tiny gold ball fluttering just a few inches above the grass.

"Come on," Neville said, clutching his robes in anticipation. "Catch it…catch it…yes! We won!"

The Gryffindor Seeker held the Snitch up proudly as the stands erupted in applause. Harry watched his son gather with the rest of his teammates, a smile so wide etched upon his small face. Somehow, Harry couldn't remember feeling this ecstatic even after he would win one of his own Quidditch match.

"What a game," George said, cheering loudly. "Slytherin didn't stand a chance!"

"No," Harry said, not taking his eyes off his son. "They really didn't."

He was glad he came to the match. Even though Claridina was still out there, taunting him, she couldn't take this feeling away from him. Ever.