After the incident during the dueling club I found out that Potter wasn't the only Parselmouth, I was too. It was weird I always knew that I could talk with animals, but this, this was different , and in bad way. I mean it was great that I can talk freely to snakes without touching them but the problem was that now everyone thinks that me or Potter are the heir of the Slytherin. I for sure know that I have nothing to do with Salazar but I can't say the same for Potter.

Of course me being the person who tends to stick their nose where it doesn't belong, decided to go and investigate. I found Potter in the library with Hermione and Weasley ,so if I got caught I could always say that I was looking for Hermione. After few minutes upon my arrival Hermione started talking about Polyjuice potion.

"Why in the name of Merlin where they searching for that... that is one hell of the potion it takes almost whole month to make and it is extremely difficult to find all ingredients. " I got lost in my thoughts that I haven't realized that they were long gone.

Exactly two weeks pasted since the dueling club and my nerves were on edge because today is my first game against Gryffindor. Whole my team was really confidante that they are going to win but somehow I couldn't shake that awful feeling that something is going to happen. But even if I was scared that I will mess something up and that they will kick me out of the team, I still didn't want others to see that so I took a deep breath and dressed for the big game. Even if my dressing room was separated from the boys I still could hear them loud and clear. They were southing so loudly that I was able to hear every single word. The Flint was the loudest of them all, he encouraged his team by telling them how bad the other team is and what were the best ways to knock someone out. I am amazed how thick headed they can be sometimes, I mean they aren't that bad once you get to know them, but seriously why can't they just go on the field and play by the rules while not trying to kill someone or force someone to lose arm or leg.

Not long after that we were called out to the field and the game started.

It took us just few seconds to take the ball and to score the first point. I mean when you look past all that cheating we are actually really skilled and talented team. Flint was one of the best, and no mater how much I hate him I just can't say that he don't know how to play. But if we continue to rely on just brute strength we are going to kill someone.

We were all in positions that we practiced during training so I was able to easily follow my teammates. Even thought I was in the team boys still didn't trusted me enough to let me try to score, so whenever I had ball in my hands they tried to take it from me. So much about playing like a team. But somehow I don't judge them, I mean have you seen the girls in my dorm, they can't even lift a pen without casting a spell, no wonder they think that girls aren't strong enough to play Quidditch.

My dad teached me how to ride a broom the moment I was abele to cast my first spell so I am confidante enough to say that I'm pretty skilled on broom, so I decided to use my knowledge and show them what I'm capable of.

Finally after half an hour I finally got the quaffle and no Slytherins were near me. Few Gryffindor chasers tried to block me but I was able to easily get past them I was almost near the scorning hoop when a buldger flied right in front of my face. I was so focused on players that I didn't noticed the bulger. I really need to pay attention to my surroundings or I will lose my head.

I scored this one, and the next and with Flint help we scored the third one too. We were leading and by the look of it we were going to win. We just needed Draco to catch the snitch, but him and Potter we no were to be found so I just kept myself focused on my part of the game.

After some time the quaffle was again in my hand and I had a clear path towards the enemies part of the field, and since most of the Gryffindor team tried to save Potter from crazy buldger, which probably was jinxed. But I turned the blind eye to it since it was doing me a favor. I ride on the full speed in order to use the given opportunity and seconds before I throwed the quaffle the Gryffindor keeper puled my end of the broom.

Apparently Gryffindors knew how to cheat, but nobody saw that.

It was just a small tug but it was enough for me to lose balance and fly forward off the broom. Luckily the quaffle went trough the loop and we scored another ten points, but I wasn't so lucky. My face had a close meeting with the metal hoop and it hurted really bad. I didn't managed to catch my broom in time and ended falling to not so soft ground. Everything hurted, from my jaw to my stomach along with sore legs from riding for so long, but I had to continue with game or my teammates will think that I'm weak, which I'm far from that.

While I was making my way to our side of the field I catched a glimpse of my father up in the audience. It was interesting seeing his usually calm and collected face so scared. It took me a minute to go to our side goal hoop and to touch it so I could continue with the game.

So far we were still in lead and Draco was really close to the snitch but so was Potter and that wasn't good since we were under hundred points and they could still win.

The game continued another fifteen or so minutes and it was filed with mutual scoring. With time my head started to hurt even more and I knew that wont be able to play for much longer. I prayed in my mind for Draco to just catch that stupid snitch so we could just win and finish this game.

Not long after that loud crashing was heard and a lot of wood was flying from side of the field. I looked at that direction and I saw Draco flying out of under the field and with abnormal spinning he crashed on the ground in really painful position. I think he wont be able to sit properly for few days.

I continued blocking one of the Gryffindors chasers but not a minute later the bell announced the end of the game. 'There is no way that Draco was able to stand up in time after that kind of a fall so that only could mean that Potter cough the snitch and that Gryffindor has won the game. ' I was disappointed to find that my thoughts were actually true.

Suddenly everyone quickly gathered in the middle of the field. I didn't know why they did that, so I just followed. And I had what to see. Potter was laying on the ground with snitch in one hand and with the other arm broken, few holes from buldger next to his head, Draco, who stood few meters behind the crowd, was desperately holding his probably painful crotch, and Lockhart who was casting a spell that didn't make any sense.

In all that mess my father came up to me and addressed me with my fake last name. How I hate that name I wish I could just get rid of it.

''Miss Moore, how are you feeling?" He had that unusual look on his face, that showed a bit of concern which is masked with calm appearance.

"Yes! I'm perfectly fine. If you don't mind me asking professor, but why did you asked me that?" I wasn't sure if he was just concerned because I had fallen that time, or is it something else.

"Miss Moore if you didn't noticed you have blood all over your face." That was his way of telling me to don't ask any questions and just go to the infirmary.

Before leaving he whispered that he want to have a word with me later this evening. 'Well I'm screwed, he is probably going to give me looong lesson of how I should look better of my wellbeing.' I then slowly parted from my teammates and went to the infirmary.

On my way to the infirmary I saw my reflection on one of the windows and at that point it wouldn't surprise if I pass out right there in the hallway.

I was one of the first wounded players to arrive and I almost give Madam Pomfrey a heart attack.

"For Merlin's beard what happened to you?" She was next to me in split second.

"How many times I have to tell you that you have to take care of your body. You're a girl you should behave like one!" Her hands was now on both of cheeks. She was stretching and pulling them in order to see where my wound was. " Why you can't just be like the rest of the girls. Slow, soft and lady like?" If someone else had sad this to me I would have been furious but Madam Pomfrey was like the mother I never had and I know that she didn't mean anything bad by those words. I think that she is just scared because I'm behaving more like a boy than the girl of high class. That and the thing that since I know for myself I have been in all kinds of trouble. I once broke both of my arms because I thought that I could ride a thestral alone, and of course I wasn't strong enough and I had fallen from it's back while it was flying. Luckily it wasn't that high and I landed on the tree. I had never seen Hagrid so furious. The poor thing was the one who found me hanging upside down tangled in branches, he thought that I killed myself, it was soo funny. He was walking in circles shouting 'What am I gonna tell Snape, ooo Merlin how did this happen...' Then when he saw me laughing anger came and that was the first time that I was actually scared for my life.

''But, I don't want to act like other girls, they are boring! "

"Maybe they are, but they are at least safe and with less scars than you." At that point she has already cleaned the blood of my face, and it turned out that I had broken my nose and cut open my head. But it wasn't that bad I had worst wounds.

"At this point you will never find a boyfriend." She sighed before bandaging my head.

"What?! It is still early for that!" I was so embarrassed that my whole face was red. "And why will I never find him?"

"It is not early you are almost thirteen and boys like nice, tender girls who don't show their strength."

" I like myself this way but I will think of your words when the time comes." I smiled sweetly truing to persuade her.

"I know you wont.'' She patted me on the back and show me the bed where I would spend few hours until the potion she give me finish with his work.

Soon Potter, along with Draco came to the infirmary and they were also fixed up by Madam Pomfrey.