Author's Notes: Boris Yeltsin – Exposing Umbridge to Fudge will do no good. Even in Harry Potter Canon everything Umbridge does, all her Educational Decrees are approved by Fudge himself. She's his puppet.

Monbade – As you can see in this chapter she does.

Griffon2745 – I can't remove her entirely as I'm currently in Half Blood Prince and it would require a major rewrite of Order of the Phoenix to get rid of Umbridge. That said I used your suggestion and in chapter 41, Umbridge does go for a swim (originally Dawn just sent her to her office). Though she is back for chapter 42, at which point she seems to be afraid of Dawn.

Chapter 30: Dawn of Quidditch

September 3, 2002

At five to five Dawn bade Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione good-bye and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor. When she knocked on the door Umbridge said, "Come in," in a sugary voice.

Dawn entered cautiously, looking around. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Dawn stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

"Good evening, Ms. Potter."

"Evening," Dawn said stiffly.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for Dawn.

"Er," said Dawn, without moving. "Professor Umbridge? Er—before we start, I-I wanted to ask you a… a favor."

Umbridge's bulging eyes narrowed. "Oh yes?"

"Well I'm… Harry's on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They're having tryouts on Friday. It will the first time I've ever seen Harry doing anything with Quidditch since they were cancelled last year."

"Oh no," said Umbridge, smiling. "Oh no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Ms. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five o'clock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you."

Dawn felt blood surge through her body and she was sure she was beginning to glow green. She closed her eyes and brought her emotions back under control

"There," said Umbridge sweetly, "we're getting better at controlling our temper already, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Ms. Potter. No, not with your quill," she added, as Dawn bent down to open her bag. "You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are." She handed Dawn a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

"I want you to write 'I must not tell lies,'" she told Dawn softly.

"How many times?" Dawn asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness.

"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," said Umbridge sweetly. "Off you go." She moved over to her desk, sat down, and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking.

Dawn raised the sharp black quill and then realized what was missing. "You haven't given me any ink," she said.

"Oh, you won't need ink," said Professor Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice.

Dawn placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies. She let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Dawn's right hand, cut into her skin as though traced there by a scalpel—yet even as she stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

Dawn looked around at Umbridge, who was watching Dawn, her wide, toad like mouth stretched in a smile.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," said Dawn quietly. She would be showing Buffy her hand as soon as Umbridge let her go. She knew Buffy would be furious. She looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of her hand for a second time; once again the words had been cut into her skin, once again they healed over seconds later.

And on it went. Again, and again Dawn wrote the words on the parchment in what she soon came to realize was not ink, but her own blood.

And again, and again the words were cut into the back of her hand, healed, and then reappeared the next time she set quill to parchment.

Darkness fell outside Umbridge's window. Dawn did not ask when she would be allowed to stop. She did not even check her watch. She knew Umbridge was watching her for signs of weakness and she was not going to show any, not even if she had to sit here all night, cutting open her own hand with this quill…

"Come here," Umbridge said, after what seemed hours.

Dawn stood up. Her hand was stinging painfully. When she looked down at it, she saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red raw.

"Hand," Umbridge said.

Dawn extended it.

Umbridge took it in her own. Dawn repressed a shudder as she touched her with her thick, stubby fingers on which she wore a number of ugly old rings.

"Tut, tut, I don't seem to have made much of an impression yet," Umbridge said, smiling. "Well, we'll just have to try again tomorrow evening, won't we? You may go."

Dawn left the office without a word. The school was quite deserted; it was surely past midnight. When she had turned the corner and was sure that Umbridge would not hear or see her she closed her eyes and pictured Buffy's suite as she opened a portal.

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Buffy sat with Willow in their suite. They had been having a small informal counseling session. "So, Will," she said. "As I said this afternoon before we were interrupted. I wanted you to think of something about Tara."

Willow nodded and she had thought about what Buffy had said. She closed her eyes with a sigh and began.

December 14, 1999

Willow was woken by the sound of someone running down the hall outside the dorm room she shared with Buffy. She could hear whoever it was pounding now furiously at her door.

Summoning her courage, Willow got out of bed and opened the door to find Tara Maclay. She saw a Gentleman was heading down the hall straight at Tara. They broke into a run as they tried to escape the Gentleman. Eventually Willow and Tara found themselves in a laundry room. Willow slammed the door shut and locked it as something slammed into the door from the other side.

Willow and Tara backed away from the door and that was when Willow saw it: A soda machine.

Willow instantly had an idea of barricading the door as she tried to push the soda machine. Tara saw what she was doing and tried to help. No matter what they couldn't budge it. Willow looked at the soda machine as a fresh idea came to mind as she tried to telekinetically move it.

Tara seeing the soda machine shake realized what Willow was doing. She slipped her hand into Willow's their fingers intertwining.

Willow looked at Tara as realization dawned on her that Tara was a witch. She and Tara turned immediately and looked straight at the soda machine and it flew like a cannonball in front of the door barricading them in.

Willow glanced at Tara and then down at their hand's still intertwined.

September 3, 2002

"That's when I started to realize I was gay," Willow said. "I denied it when confronted with it by my vampire doppelganger. But in that moment, I just knew. That I was gay and that Tara might be the one to heal my broken heart."

"From when Oz left," Buffy said as Willow nodded.

Suddenly the portrait hole that led into the corridor swung open and Dawn came running through it.

"Dawn?" Buffy said. "What are you doing out of bed, it's after curfew."

"Just finished my first detention," Dawn said as she held up her hand to show them how bad her hand was from the lines she had written. "Had to write lines in my own blood."

Buffy was immediately out of her chair and looking at Dawn's red raw hand. "Why that no good, woman," she said in anger. "That's her detention, forcing you to write lines written in your own blood. That's cruel punishment."

"I thought torture wasn't allowed as a punishment," Willow said.

"It's not," Buffy said. "Dawn, a portal please. Straight to Albus' office. And come with me we're showing him what happened."

Dawn nodded as she opened the portal and they stepped through it.

"Albus!" Buffy shouted. It took a moment for the headmaster to enter his office from a side door.

"Buffy? Dawn?" Dumbledore said. He was sure it had to be important for them to come see him so late.

"Show him, Dawn," Buffy said.

Dawn sighed as she walked over to Dumbledore and held out her hand. He took it and looked over the red raw skin. "How?" he asked.

"One guess," Buffy said. "And I think you already know. The only new professor who thinks she's above the rules. Making students she gives detention to, do a cruel punishment where they write lines in their own blood."

"Dolores Umbridge," Dumbledore said with a sigh. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small jar. He handed the jar to Dawn. "Rub it on your hand."

Dawn nodded as she opened the jar and started rubbing the salve on her hand.

"Do you have more detentions, Dawn?" Dumbledore asked.

"Every evening for the rest of the week," Dawn admitted. "I can't even go to tryouts for the Quidditch team. I was going to try out for the Keeper position they have open."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dawn," he said, "I think you would have made an excellent Keeper. Now after each of your detentions come see me. We'll apply more of the salve to your hand." He turned and looked at Buffy. "I can't overrule her on this, Buffy. While yes, I am still Headmaster. It's on shaky ground. As you know I was voted out of a few positions, including one that you weren't even notified of the vote for. I'm fairly certain the Minister would like to remove me from Hogwarts along with yourself, Dawn and Harry."

"I understand," Buffy said. "You effectively have to protect the students. And you can't do that if your forced out. Just as I can't protect Harry or Dawn if I'm fired and sent home."

"You are correct, Buffy."

September 6, 2002

The second detention was just as bad as the previous one. Thanks to Dumbledore's salve Dawn's hand didn't get any worse than it had the first day. Umbridge was not in the slightest bit happy at seeing Dawn leaving with her hand no worse than it was the day before.

Thursday passed in a haze of tiredness as Dawn had stayed up past midnight two nights in a row. Her third detention passed in the same way as the previous two. Umbridge continued to get madder as she watched as a third time Dawn left with a hand no worse than it had been the first day.

Friday dawned and Dawn returned for her final detention. This time Dawn didn't stay till after midnight. Umbridge was too mad at the lack of change. So much so she stormed out of her office after dismissing Dawn. Umbridge caught Buffy in her office and confronted the Slayer.

"Have you been interfering with my detention of your sister?" Umbridge demanded.

"You mean Dawn's," Buffy said. "No. That said I don't agree with what you're doing. Torture is not allowed per Hogwarts's policies. Hasn't been from what I understand for years."

"That can change," Umbridge said as she turned and stormed out of the office.

September 7, 2002

Dawn was the first to wake in her dormitory next morning. She lay for a moment watching dust swirl in the chink of sunlight falling through the gap in her four-poster's hangings and savored the thought that it was Saturday and her detention with Umbridge was finally over.

Dawn heard the dormitory door open and close and someone tiptoeing to her bed. She looked over as she watched Ginny slip onto the bed beside her. She leaned over and kissed her girlfriend.

"Your detention is done, right?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Dawn said. "Don't get on Umbridge's bad side, Ginny. My detention had me writing lines with an enchanted quill. The ink that the quill used was my own blood."

Ginny grimaced as she looked at Dawn. "Ouch. Did it hurt?"

"Very," Dawn admitted. "There will be no lasting scar thankfully because of the salve I was given by Dumbledore after each detention."

"I'm glad," Ginny said. "Wait a minute if you were writing the lines in your blood, that means she has a sample of it. If she found out about the Key could she use that sample?"

"I don't think so," Dawn answered. "I think as long as I control it, no one but I can use it."

"But you can't always control it," Ginny said. "That's what the green glow that surrounds you means isn't it?"

"I have no idea," Dawn admitted. "Only a few people have seen it. It's like the majority of people can't see it. You, Buffy, Ron, Hermione and Harry are about the only ones who have really seen the glow when I'm not actively trying to open a portal. I think it happens with strong emotions, as when I'm angry or mad at something."

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In the common room Harry uncorked his ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and then held it suspended an inch above the smooth yellowish surface of a piece of parchment. He sat quite motionless for a while, gazing into the fireplace, then, finally coming to a decision, he dipped his quill into the ink bottle once more and set it resolutely upon the parchment. He was going to write Sirius but since owls were being monitored, he addressed it to Faith. He knew she would know that it was for him.

Dear Sirius,

Hope you're okay, the first week back here's been terrible, I'm really glad it's the weekend.

We've got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. She's nearly as nice as your mum. The reason I'm writing is because Dawn had detention with her every evening this week. The first night she went straight to Buffy, it was after midnight. She told Buffy that Umbridge had been making her write lines using an enchanted quill that not only scratched the lines in the back of her hand but would write the lines on the parchment in her own blood. She's doing fine, there was no lasting damage thankfully.

Best,

Harry

He hurried into Buffy's suite while there was no one around to see him use the portrait hole from the common room. He found Buffy and Willow sitting talking. "Buffy, do you mind if I use Joyce?"

"What for?" Buffy asked as Harry handed her the letter. She looked it over and then shook her head. "Let me rewrite this. I have a couple things I would like to add then I will send it off."

"Couldn't you just have Dawn open a portal?" Willow asked.

"Too risky," Buffy said. "Not with Umbridge here. It's actually just as risky as you coming to see me in my office every day, Willow. That's why for appearance sake I only have you in there on occasion and do the rest of your sessions in here away from prying eyes. I can just see Umbridge somehow finding out about the Key and saying Dawn is a dangerous magical creature that shouldn't be at Hogwarts. Perfect excuse to expel her. Even though we know it's not the truth."

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"Morning," Harry and Buffy said to Dawn, Ginny, Ron and Hermione, joining them at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Willow sat a little way down the table from them, close enough to listen into their conversation and add to it but far enough to not have to worry that Umbridge might find it suspicious that Willow knew them since she was supposed to be a seventh-year student, a new transfer from America.

"By the way, Ron," Buffy said. "Congratulations for making Keeper for Gryffindor."

"Thanks, Buffy," Ron said as he beamed with pride.

"Listen, Harry, you don't fancy going out a bit earlier with me, do you? Just to—er—give me some practice before training? So, I can, you know, get my eye in a bit…"

"Yeah, okay," said Harry.

"Look, I don't think you should," said Hermione seriously, "you're really behind on homework as it—"

But she broke off; the morning post was arriving and, as usual, the Daily Prophet was soaring toward her in the beak of a screech owl, which landed perilously close to the sugar bowl and held out a leg; Hermione pushed a Knut into its leather pouch, took the newspaper, and scanned the front page critically as the owl took off again.

"Still pushing that I'm delusional?" Buffy asked.

"I will let you know," Hermione said as she opened the paper and disappeared behind it.

"Hey!" Harry said as he snatched the paper from Hermione. "Look at this!" He showed them an article that was barely an inch long and placed right at the bottom of a column. It was headlined:

TRESPASS AT MINISTRY

Sturgis Podmore, 38, of number two, Laburnum Gardens, Clapham, has appeared in front of the Wizengamot charged with trespass and attempted robbery at the Ministry of Magic on 31st August. Podmore was arrested by Ministry of Magic watch-wizard Eric Munch, who found him attempting to force his way through a top-security door at one o'clock in the morning. Podmore, who refused to speak in his own defense, was convicted on both charges and sentenced to six months in Azkaban.

"Another thing I wasn't notified on," Buffy said. "They could at least pretend to notify me of things like this. After all I do hold three seats on the Wizengamot, even if I can't attend them all because I'm teaching."

"Buffy," Harry said. "Your kind of missing the point. He got six months in Azkaban! Just for trying to get through a door!"

Buffy took the paper back from Harry and read it. "Not just for the door but for being there at one o'clock in the morning. That's trespassing."

"D'you reckon he was doing something for the Order?" Ron muttered.

"Possible," Buffy said.

"Wait a moment…" said Harry slowly. "Before Dawn suggested using the portal to take us to King's Cross. Sturgis was supposed to come and see us off, remember? He was supposed to be part of the guard."

"Yeah till I suggested using the Key, Moody was annoyed because he didn't turn up," Dawn said. "Doesn't seem to me like he was supposed to be on a job for them."

"Well, maybe they didn't expect him to get caught," said Hermione.

"There is no way to know from the short article," Buffy said. "Regardless if he was there on Albus' orders or not."

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After breakfast Dawn, Buffy and Willow followed Ron and Harry out to the Quidditch pitch. Buffy and Dawn had grabbed their brooms intending to help Ron practice a little before the Gryffindor Quidditch practice later.

Harry and Ron collected balls from the cupboard in the changing room and they, Dawn and Buffy set to work, as Willow got into the stands to watch, Ron guarding the three tall goalposts, Harry, Dawn and Buffy playing Chasers and trying to get the Quaffle past Ron. Ron blocked three-quarters of the goals they attempted to put past him and played better the longer they practiced. After a couple of hours they returned to the school, where they ate lunch, then returned to the Quidditch pitch for the real training session.

The rest of the Gryffindor team, except Angelina were already in the changing room when they entered.

"Buffy," George said seeing her and Dawn carrying their brooms.

"We got some practice in with Harry and Ron earlier," Buffy said. "We may fly around out of your way of course while your practicing. Get a bird's eye view of the action."

"In another word's get a Harry's eye view of the action," Fred said as Buffy and Dawn laughed and nodded.

"All right, Ron?" said George, winking at him.

"Yeah," said Ron, who had become quieter and quieter all the way back down to the pitch.

"Ready to show us all up, Ickle Prefect?" said Fred, a slightly malicious grin on his face.

"Shut up," said Ron, stony-faced, pulling on his own team robes for the first time. They fitted him well considering they had been Oliver Wood's, who was rather broader in the shoulder.

"Okay everyone," said Angelina, entering from the Captain's office, already changed. "Professor, I didn't expect you to be joining us."

"Well first time Dawn and I get to see an actual practice. You know kind of see what Harry can do," Buffy admitted. "We'll stay out of your way."

Angelina nodded as she smiled at Buffy and Dawn. She looked toward the Gryffindor team. "Let's get to it; Alicia and Fred, if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right?"

When they got out onto the pitch, they saw who the uninvited spectators were; There was Willow of course but also there was the Slytherin Quidditch team and assorted hangers-on.

"What's that Weasley's riding?" Malfoy called in his sneering drawl. "Why would anyone put a Flying Charm on a moldy old log like that?"

Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter.

Buffy mounted her broom and kicked off. She soared up to Malfoy. "You can watch if you want. I won't ask you to leave. But anymore remarks like that and you will lose house points. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Professor," Malfoy said angrily.

Buffy soared over to Ron where he hovered with the rest of the Gryffindor team. "Ignore them," she told Ron. "And don't worry if he does say or do something. I will take care of it."

"Thanks, Buffy," Ron said. He was glad she was his best friend's sister. He knew she didn't stand up for stuff when it came to the people that she called friend or family.

"Thank you, Professor," Angelina called as Buffy soared upward past her to where Dawn hovered on her own broom. She turned and looked at her airborne team. "Okay everyone, we're going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please—"

"Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle anyway?" shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. "Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?"

"Ten points from Slytherin!" Buffy yelled towards Pansy who glared at her.

Angelina swept her long-braided hair out of her face and said calmly, "Spread out, then, and let's see what we can do…"

Harry reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch. Ron fell back toward the opposite goal. Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard to Fred, who passed to George, who passed to Harry, who passed to Ron, who dropped it.

The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laughter. Ron, who had pelted toward the ground to catch the Quaffle before it landed, pulled out of the dive untidily, so that he slipped sideways on his broom, and returned to playing height, blushing.

"Pass it on, Ron," called Angelina, as though nothing had happened. Ron threw the Quaffle to Alicia, who passed back to Harry, who passed to George…

"Hey, Potter, how's your scar feeling?" called Malfoy.

Buffy soared at Malfoy so fast he darted backward afraid she would plow right into him. She pulled up just before she reached the stands and came to a halt. "Another ten points from Slytherin! And Detention, Mr. Malfoy. If you all aren't going to behave you can leave. And believe me I will be having words with Professor Snape."

The Slytherins all stood and left the stands.

"Thanks again, Professor," Angelia said as Buffy soared past her. Fred passed her the Quaffle; she reverse passed to Harry, who had not been expecting it, but caught it in the very tips of his fingers and passed it quickly to Ron, who lunged for it and missed by inches.

"Come on now, Ron," said Angelina crossly, as Ron dived for the ground again, chasing the Quaffle. "Pay attention."

It would have been hard to say whether Ron's face or the Quaffle was a deeper scarlet when he returned again to playing height. On his third attempt, Ron caught the Quaffle; perhaps out of relief he passed it on so enthusiastically that it soared straight through Katie's outstretched hands and hit her hard in the face.

"Sorry!" Ron groaned, zooming forward to see whether he had done any damage.

"Get back in position, she's fine!" barked Angelina. "But as you're passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, won't you? We've got Bludgers for that!"

Buffy's enhanced Slayer eyesight saw that Katie's nose was bleeding. "Hold up," she called out as she soared down to Katie. "You all right?"

"Yeah," Katie answered. "It'll stop in a second."

"As long as you don't think you need to go to the hospital wing," Buffy said.

"I'll be fine, Professor, thank you," Katie said.

Fred and George converged on Katie and Buffy.

"Here, take this," Fred told Katie, handing her something small and purple from out of his pocket. "It'll clear it up in no time."

"All right," called Angelina, "Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger; Ron, get up to the goalposts, Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. We're going to aim for Ron's goal, obviously."

"Angelina," Harry said. "I have an idea, if you don't mind."

Angelina looked at Harry having the same thought. She had seen how well Buffy handled her broom. "Professor …"

"I was thinking, Dawn," Harry said. "She's good, Angelina. Probably as good as I am."

"Alright," Angelina agreed. "Dawn when I have Harry release the snitch, give him a run for his money."

"I intend to," Dawn said as she smiled at Harry. Harry returned Dawn's smile before zooming off after the twins to fetch the Snitch.

Harry, Fred and George returned to the air moments later. When Angelina blew her whistle, Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger; from that moment on, Harry and Dawn were barely aware of what the others were doing. The siblings were attention was focused on finding the tiny fluttering golden ball that was worth a hundred and fifty points to the Seeker's team and doing so required enormous speed and skill. It was why he had chosen Dawn instead of Buffy. Buffy was fast on a broom and with her reflexes as a Slayer would outstrip him easy. Dawn was more on his level. Add on top of everything in the year since he had met his sisters and taught them to fly he saw how good Dawn was when it came to flying.

Harry accelerated and Dawn followed close behind, rolling and swerving in and out of the Chasers. Soon, Angelina's whistle brought Dawn and Harry to a halt again.

"Stop—stop — STOP!" screamed Angelina. "Ron—you're not covering your middle post!"

Ron was hovering in front of the left-hand hoop, leaving the other two completely unprotected. "Oh… sorry…"

"You keep shifting around while you're watching the Chasers!" said Angelina. "Either stay in center position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don't drift vaguely off to one side, that's how you let in the last three goals!"

"Sorry…" Ron repeated, his red face shining like a beacon against the bright blue sky.

"And Katie, can't you do something about that nosebleed?"

"It's just getting worse!" said Katie thickly, attempting to stem the flow with her sleeve.

Buffy noticed that Fred was looking anxious and checking his pockets. She saw Fred pull out what looked like one of the purple things he had given Katie. He looked around at Katie, evidently horrorstruck.

"Well, let's try again," said Angelina.

"Wait," Buffy said as she flew over to Fred. "Please tell me it wasn't a joke shop item you gave her?"

"It may have been by accident," Fred admitted.

Buffy soared over to Katie. "You are going to have to do without her. I'm getting her to the hospital wing!" She led Katie to the ground.

"We'll go with you, Buffy," Fred offered as he and George followed Buffy and Katie to the ground.

"Well, there's no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone," said Angelina glumly, as Fred and George, following Buffy and Katie, zoomed off toward the castle supporting Katie between them. "Come on, let's go and get changed."

Dawn sighed as she watched the Gryffindor team gathered up the Quaffle, bludger and with Harry's help the snitch before heading to the changing room. She was about to fly down herself when she saw Harry and Angelina coming toward her.

"Sorry, Dawn," Harry said.

"It's okay," Dawn said.

"Dawn," Angelina said. "We officially have enough for the team. But how would you like to be Harry's replacement as Seeker should he be sick or something else happens to him?"

"Really?" Dawn said surprised.

"I saw how you flew," Angelina said. "You followed Harry through the chasers, navigated like you were born to ride a broom. So, if you can fly as good as Harry and If your eyesight is as good as his. I think you would make an excellent Seeker. What do you think, Harry?"

"I think your right, Angelina," Harry agreed. "Dawn would be perfect. But is it allowed? None of the other teams have backups. I remember the Slytherins asked once to switch matches with Hufflepuff because Malfoy supposedly had a broken arm and they wanted to give him further time to heal."

"I'll have to clear it with Professor Potter," Angelina said. "But I don't see there being a problem. Of course, though you will have to have an official tryout first, Dawn." She smiled as she released the Snitch. "Go get it."

Dawn smiled as she soared off after the Snitch.