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Collision by CallingMidnight

Format: Novel
Chapters: 39
Word Count: 112,524
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Lupin, Sirius, James, Lily, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 12/21/2004
Last Chapter: 07/11/2005
Last Updated: 09/09/2005

Summary:
Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting BEAUTIFUL new banner by RecklessAbandon!!!! For years, Heather's only remaining relatives ignored her, leaving her in an orphanage...until, when she turned 17, for some unknown reason they saw fit to send her to Hogwarts for a final year of schooling. At fist, Heather was nervous about meeting her only family. But she quickly realized that she needn't be afriad...she should be terrified. Her relatives were worse than she had remembered. Especially her cousin, Lucius Malfoy.


Chapter 8: Quidditch

Chapter Eight~*~Quidditch


Many weeks passed, and Heather didn’t see hide nor hair of Lucius, to which she was very grateful. She was actually feeling that, for once in her life, things were going good. She hadn’t had a vision since the one with Sirius, and he was the only one that knew her secret. She had no doubt that he would keep it safe for her. They had spent time with each other constantly after the Bella incident. James and Remus snickered that Sirius had finally grown up, and Lily, Alex and Sara joked about how Heather was completely smitten. The funny thing was, neither of them had denied it.

Heather had refrained from telling Sirius about Lucius coming to her in the hospital wing. She didn’t know what his reaction would be, but with what she knew of him so far, she was sure he would kill Lucius. She didn’t want to risk his getting hurt.

“Aren’t you coming to the match, Heather?” Lily asked excitedly. Heather nodded vigorously.

“I honestly can’t wait!” she said, and it was the truth. She had never seen a Quidditch match before, and was quite looking forward to it. It would be even better because two of her best friends would be playing in it. Sara was a Chaser, and Sirius was a Beater.

“Frank is going to be playing as well!” Alice bubbled. Heather and Lily shared knowing looks. It was obvious that Alice had a major crush on Frank Longbottom.

“What are you two smirking at?” Alice said defensively, although she knew perfectly well.

“When are you going to ask him out, anyways?” Lily asked exasperated. Alice blushed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t like me back,” she said sadly. Lily scoffed.

“Are you blind?! He’s always staring at you during Herbology,” she said. Heather nodded her agreement.

“Yeah, Lily’s right you know. I’ve only been here a month and I can already tell he likes you,” she admitted. Alice rolled her eyes, but a smile danced happily across her freckled face. Heather smiled also as they stepped out onto the grounds. It was a truly beautiful day. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too bright. It wasn’t too cold, yet it wasn’t too hot. Crispy leaves carpeted their path to the Quidditch field, crunching merrily beneath they’re feet.

“This is going to be a good match,” Alice commented. “Did you say this is your first Heather?”

“Yeah,” Heather said sheepishly.

“You’ll love it, trust me,” Lily enthused. “Most of the guys on the team are wonderful to look at, so it doesn’t really matter if the game is boring or not,” Lily said. All the girls nodded, sighing slightly. Yet their minds were on different guys. Alice’s on Frank, Lily’s on James, and Heather’s on Sirius.

After they had all gotten seats together, they started chatting merrily.

“Hey,” a voice said from right next to them. “Mind if I we sit next to you?” All the girls turned to see Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Heather smiled, and they all nodded. Remus sat on Heather’s right. Heather hadn’t really talked to Remus much, but from what she gathered, he was a really great guy. He didn’t talk very much, and he always seemed to have his mind on something other than their conversations. Peter Pettigrew, for some reason, didn’t seem to like Heather at all. She didn’t mind though, she didn’t like him either. He tried desperately to be like the other three Marauders, but failed miserably. She honestly didn’t see how he had become a Marauder.

"It’s going to be a good game today. James and Sirius are really excited, and they’ve got some new moves all worked out and everything,” Remus said.

“Yeah, I can’t wait. I mean, I know all the rules, but I’ve never actually seen Quidditch before,” Heather said. Remus seemed too shocked to speak.

“Never?!” he choked. “How did you survive?!”

“Well, I grew up in an orphanage, and they don’t play Quidditch there, so...yeah,” Heather said uncomfortably. Remus’ face became somber at once.

“I’m sorry. I know how you feel,” he said sadly.

“You’re an orphan?” Heather asked, her eyes widening in pity. Remus shrugged.

“Well, not really. When I was nine my parents left me on the streets. I’ve lived with my Grandmother. I haven’t seen them since,” he said, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, my mom abandoned me because of my dad’s death. What happened with you?” Heather said rather touchily. She didn’t know if she had the right to ask these questions, but she was extremely curious. Remus looked away uncomfortably.

“I got into a fight with a dog. They thought I was dead, so they left me...” Remus muttered. Heather frowned slightly, knowing that he was keeping something from her. She nodded though, it really wasn’t any of her business.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I shouldn’t have asked you. It wasn’t my place,” she said. Remus smiled then.

“No big deal. I shouldn’t care so much anyways,” Remus said. Heather shook her head.

“You should always care,” she said, laying a hand on his shoulder. He smiled.

“Thanks,” he muttered. And Heather grinned too. She had the feeling she had just made a very good friend.

“Alright. It looks like our players are ready!” a loud, booming voice cut across the stadium. There were loud cheers. Heather turned to see a tall Ravenclaw girl commentating. Heather recognized her from Charms. Her name was Aida Bones. A very tight faced McGonagall stood behind her. “And here comes the referee, Madame Lancey!” Heather saw a very young, cheery young woman coming out to blasting applause. She was carrying a large trunk. Heather frowned.

“What’s the trunk for?” she whispered to Remus.

“It’s the Snitch, Bludger and Quaffle,” he muttered back.

“Oh, right,” she said.

“For Gryffindor, we have Captain and Seeker, Sara Thomas!” Aida announced, her words being drowned out by tumultuous applause. “Followed by the two Chasers, Cory Donnovan and James Potter!” Lily clapped loudly, smiling widely. “Next come the two Beaters, Shannon Campson and Sirius Black!” Heather clapped until her hands were numb, grinning ear to ear, with her heart thumping madly. Sirius flew out then, swinging his bat and waving at the crowd. “And, last but certainly not least, the Keeper, Frank Longbottom!” Alice actually stood up, screaming and shouting.

Heather’s ears pounded with all the shouts of joy, and hisses of anger from the Slytherins.

“For Slytherin, we have Captain and Keeper, Lucius Malfoy!” Aida said with much less enthusiasm. Heather was surrounded by the boo’s and hisses of her fellow Gryffindors. She said nothing, but remained quiet, glaring silently. He wasn’t worth her scratching her throat up to boo and hiss at him. She hated him so much. “Followed by the two...” but Heather stopped listening. She didn’t want to be here anymore. The sight of Lucius had ruined the game. She hadn’t known he would be playing as well. She chastened herself. She wouldn’t leave. She wanted to watch Sirius.

A large whistle filled the air, and Madame Lancey released the Snitch. Another loud whistle and she released the Bludgers. Then she flew up between the two opposing teams. With one last whistle she threw the bright red Quaffle into the air.

“And, Potter has got the Quaffle. He’s heading for the goal post, but it looks like Malfoy is ready for him. Oh! A well aimed Bludger from the Slytherin Beater! Nice swerve, James! Aw, but it looks like he’s dropped the Quaffle. Slytherin Chaser, Levy, catches the Quaffle, and is speeding down the other direction. Oh, nice move, Tarkin, but afraid it was a little too late. Levy is going...going. Longbottom, come on, Longbottom. He looks determined, but will he save the goal?! OH!” The crowd roared with glee as a Bludger forced Levy to miss the shot. “Nice Bludger sent by Black! Way to go Sirius!” Heather cheered.

“Wow, that is definitely going to hurt in the morning. Tough luck, Levy,” Aida said, but with no real conviction. “And now Donnavan has got the Quaffle, nice pass to Potter, who just misses a second bludger. Levy is right on his tail! COME ON JAMES!” The crowd roared its approval as James scored the first goal for Gryffindor. “TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!! TEN-ZERO!”

Heather looked anxiously at Lucius, who was seething. He made a hand motion to one of his Beaters, and the Beater nodded. The next thing they knew, James was knocked hard in the face with a Bludger. Lily screamed in outrage.

“FOWL!” She yelled, but before the word had escaped her lips, the Beater that had hit James was slammed from the side with another Bludger. Heather saw Sirius smiling devilishly.

“GO SIRIUS!” She yelled, but her voice was lost in with other screams of approval as the Gryffindors realized that Sirius had been the one to send the Bludger at the Slytherin Beater. Sirius swung his bat tauntingly at Lucius, who nearly left his posts in anger. James threw Sirius the thumbs up.

“Wait! Whats this?!” Aida interrupted. “Looks like Thomas has seen the Snitch!”

“COME ON, SARA!” all three girls roared. Sara swooped down, her dark hair flying behind her. The Slytherin Seeker, Marla Henderson, slammed into her from the side, the handle of her broom stuffing itself into her ribs. Sara clutched her side in pain.

“FOWL!!!!!!!” Remus yelled, standing up. So had everybody else. Madame Lancey blew her whistle, flying over to the Slytherin Seeker, who looked rather bored by the lecture she was now recieving. Sara was obviously in a lot of pain, but when Lancey asked if she’d like to forfeit the game, she shook her head as if Lancey was mad.

“This should definitely count against that Seeker! Bloody Slytherins!” the commentator roared, turning around to see if McGonagall would chasten her. But Professor McGonagall was standing on her tip-toes, shaking with rage.

“Never! In all my time at Hogwarts!” she was ranting on.

“And...yes. It looks like a well deserved penalty shot for Gryffindor!” Aida said indignantly. The Slytherins all groaned as one. “You know you deserved it,” Aida said cuttingly. James took the shot, but, instead of trying to throw it in himself, like Lucius obviously thought he would, he faked throwing straight forward, but at the last second passed it to Donnovan, who scored. Cheers filled the stadium. “TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR! TAKE THAT YOU CHEATING SCUM!”

The game trudged on, getting more and more violent with each goal. Heather watched Sirius mostly, who seemed to be aiming most of his Bludgers at Marla Henderson. Heather grinned. But then stopped as she saw Sara go into the second dive that game.

“SARA HAS SEEN THE SNITCH...AGAIN!” the commentator roared. “WATCH YOUR STEP, SLYTHERIN!” Heather stood up as Sara and Marla flew neck and neck. Marla’s eyes darted around, following the Snitch. But then, a Bludger flew in front of the two Seekers, and they were forced off course.

Sara saw the Snitch again, but saw that Marla was still looking for it. She veered to the left, the opposite direction in which the Snitch was hovering. Still keeping one eye on the Snitch, she saw Marla looking frantically in front of her for what she thought they were chasing. She was so intent, that she hadn’t noticed Sara flipping upside down, changing direction immediately. When she had realized, it was too late.

“THOMAS HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!”

Heather jumped up and down on her seat like everybody else. Screaming and clapping loudly. What an amazing game Qiudditch was! Definitely her favorite sport EVER!

“That was wonderful!” Lily said hugging Heather in her excitement.

“I’ve never seen such an exciting game!” Alice said.

“Those Slytherins though! The nerve...” Heather muttered. “Is it always like that?” she asked.

“Only with the Slytherins,” Remus said. “Come on, let’s go see James and Sirius. Coming Peter?”

“Yeah!” Peter said excitedly, glaring as he passed Heather.

“What was that all about?” Lily asked, noticing Peter’s glance. Heather shrugged.

“I don’t think he’s like me from the beginning,” she said.

“Hmmm...” Lily said frowning.

“Don’t worry about it. Who knows, it could be nothing. Let’s go see Sirius.”

“And Frank!” Alice piped up.

“And James!” Lily said, and they all started laughing.

Heather had gotten onto the soft ground, and was about to make her way to Sirius when she spotted something. Her heart nearly stopped in shock. It was the little boy she had seen crying against the wall, during her vision right after she got off the train! She must have seen this boy's future too! He looked around nervously, and then, thinking nobody was looking, ran off towards the castle.

“Hey! Wait! What’s wrong!?” Heather called but the boy apparently didn’t hear her. She remembered seeing the wizard standing above him, about to curse him. She couldn’t let that happen! She ran to catch up with the little boy. She had to stop him.

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