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The next two weeks before the game were filled with constant practices. And usually, I would probably be sore and annoyed with exams coming up, the final coming closer and the lack of sleep, but I finally felt like myself.

I would wake up with the first sunset and hurry to the pitch for an early morning practice. James would be there at least an hour before anyone would come figuring out a new strategy against Ravenclaw for the final game.

We'd have ten minutes for ourselves before everyone else joined us. And then he blew his whistle and seven brooms would fly high up in the air. It was such a relief to feel the cold air brushing against my skin. It's been too long since I played Quidditch and just now have I realised how much I missed it.

We'd hurry to get some breakfast before the classes start. That's where I would join Hilary, Savannah and Lydia. Our professors didn't teach us any new lessons. We just spent time going over the lessons from the past few years that could turn up on our N.E.W.T.s. We also didn't get any homework because all of our time was spent studying.

After classes we'd hurry for dinner and then for another round of practice. In the evening when everyone was sleeping, the fifth years and seventh years were up late at night studying.

And with exams and practices, I hadn't really had time to talk to Lydia about Fred. And did I feel sorry for him. With days passing by, I would catch him looking at her not so secretly. When she'd walk by him he would mumble his hellos and she just ignored him.

One night, James and Fred were in the kitchens, Savannah was on a date with Al and Hilary was Merlin knows where and I was left alone with Lydia in our dorm. We were going through our Defense Against the Dark Arts notes and finally, when I felt my brain couldn't take it any longer, I asked for a break.

I sit on my bed while Lydia searches for her notes from second years.

“Soooo…” I start. “Fred, ha?” I know, I’m brilliant at breaking the ice. She immediately looks up at me and rolls her eyes.

“Don’t even start.” She warns me and points her finger accusingly. “You know how I feel about him.”

“Yes, but that’s only because you don’t know the whole truth.” I say and she stares at me blankly.

“He hit you with a bludger and sent you to the Hospital Wing. That’s the only truth I need to know.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder how I broke up with Daniel?” I ask and she furrows her eyebrows.

“I figured if you wanted to tell you would.” She shrugs.

“When Daniel proposed to me, Fred found out he was blackmailing me.” I start. “He hired a private investigator to look after Daniel. It took a few months and Al was on it but finally, when we were on the spring break, Fred showed up at my door. My grandfather just passed away and I was forced to marry that dick when I had feelings for James and I was feeling hopeless. His private investigator had pictures of Daniel with all sorts of shady people. Finally, Fred found out Daniel was involved in a smuggling business. When I confronted him about it, he was left speechless. I threatened to expose him unless he left me alone. That’s how I got rid of him. With Fred’s help. And with Al’s.” I add. “Although I don’t really know what he did.”

Lydia just stares at me for a whole minute with her mouth open. Then she just blinks at me and grabs her notes. “I think we should get back to studying.”

“Lydia.” I beg.

“So, the werewolves-“ she starts reading and I sigh admitting defeat.


The morning of the big game I woke up even before the sunset. The tension was already in the air and I felt pumped. Not minding the scouts, because I figured my chances were next to nothing, not worrying about the odds. I just couldn’t wait to play.

I climb down the stairs and just like months ago, I find James sitting in his armchair staring at the cold fireplace.

“Nerves getting the best of you?” I ask leaning against the wall. He turns around and smiles at me.

“Come here.” He insists and reaches out his arm. I smile and sit in his lap enjoying the smell of his skin. I love how he smells. Like broom polish, cigarettes maybe and a nice shampoo.

“I’m not nervous.” He says and I look up at him.

“You’re not?” I ask and he shakes his head and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I’m just- You know, it’s my last year.” He shrugs. “I will never play another Quidditch game here. I’ll never be a Captain again.”

“Oh, I don’t know that.” I smile at him. “I’m pretty sure the Chudley Cannons will name you their Captain as soon as they see you play.”

James chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah, right.”

“You’ll see.” I shrug. “Maybe not immediately but soon enough.”

“And what about you?” James asks.

“What about me?” I ask.

“What if you’re named the Holyhead Harpies Captain and then we become rivals?” he jokes and I shake my head at him.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.” I say. “I doubt the Holyhead Harpies even know I exist. I played one game here.”

“Yes, but it was an amazing game.” James insists. He kisses me lightly on the lips. “And this one will be even better. Just shoot” he raises his hand. “And score.” He punches his arm through air.

“I love you.” I suddenly say and then slam my hand over my mouth as if I said something bad. He just stares at me in shock.

“Oh.” He says and I can literally feel my stomach drop.

“Umm-“ I start as I get up from his lap. “I need to get ready.”

“Ash.” He starts as he gets up after me.

“See you for breakfast, okay?” I ask trying to force a smile as I head back to the dormitories.

What the hell was I thinking?


After I showered two times and all the girls already left for breakfast, I slowly get dressed hoping James will leave for the pitch and I wouldn’t have to face him. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I blurred it out, right? That’s not how I actually feel.

James and I have been through so much and now that things are finally good I said it because I’m grateful that he’s finally with me.

I sigh as I stare at my pale face and realise I’m lying to myself. I do love him. I love him because of all the things we’ve been through. I managed to go through it all and still find my way to him. And I do love him. He makes me smile. I miss him as soon as he leaves. And he makes me stronger.

Why doesn’t he love me back?

I hear cheering voices that are coming from outside and when I look out the window I realise the crowd is already gathering at the pitch.

I panic immediately. How late am I?

I quickly put my Quidditch uniform on and grab the broom from my trunk. I don’t even bother to dry my still dripping hair before I run outside.

I run out on the pitch just as the Gryffindor team is walking out their changing room. I can see they’re all distressed, especially James, but when they see me they sigh with relief.

“Dramatic entrance, ha, Pierce?” Fred asks as I step next to him on the pitch.

“You know me.” I smile at him. I can feel James looking at me but I ignore him. Instead I look at the stands and find Lydia, Savannah and Hilary holding up a banner saying ‘Pierce is the Boss’. I can’t help but laugh and hold thumbs up.

I know now why I came here. It was to blow those freaking scouts minds. And that is what I’m going to do. I grab a hold of my broom and when the whistle is announced I’m the first in the air.




With fashion show each day closer and my exams starting in a week, I had my hands filled with work. I would spend my mornings at school, then I would rush to Gerard’s office, where I usually used my break to catch up on some reading for exams. I would finish off work late in the evening and then I get home trying to study some more, but I would usually just pass out from exhaustion.

Although I was completely exhausted, I liked it like this. At least I had little time to think of Nick. When I busied myself, I wouldn’t feel empty on the inside because I haven’t heard from him. Also, when I’m not at home, I don’t have to spend time with Elena who’s at our flat constantly this past week.

I would usually come home way past dinner time and I would find them cuddling on the couch. I told Dad I was at the library studying when in reality I had no idea how I would pass my exams since all my free time was spend working on my designs.

One night, when I almost fell asleep at work and Gerard sent me home early, I entered the apartment and the scene in front of me sobered me up completely. The entire apartment was covered in flowers  and candles and something delicious is cooking in the kitchen.

“What the-?” I start when I walk in and close the door behind me.

“Ellie, is that you?” I hear Dad’s voice from the bathroom. He walks out wearing a simple, but elegant dark blue shirt and a pair of black pants. I raise my eyebrows at him and he stops in the middle of the living room. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Yes, it’s just me. Your daughter.” I say sarcastically channelling my inner Blair. “Sorry to disappoint!”

“I just didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Dad shrugs. “You haven’t been home for dinner for the last two weeks.”

“Well, of course not!” I snap. “Because the She-Devil is always here and I can’t stand to look at her!”

“Her name is Elena!” Dad rolls his eyes. “And about that,” he sighs looking at me nervously. “I was going to tell you, but you’re never home.”

“Oh, Merlin, you’re going to propose tonight, am I right?” I ask dreadfully and he nods getting the ring out of his pocket. “Where did you find it?” I ask when I look at the little box he gave me to keep safe for him all these months ago. I hid it beneath the loose floor board under Blair’s bed.

“I’ve known about that loose floor board ever since you were nine, bee.” Dad smiles lightly at me but when I stay dead serious he sighs.

“It’s time, Blair.” He shrugs. “I don’t have anything else to wait for.”

“Maybe I’m too young to understand,” I start looking at him. “But I don’t think an explanation for marrying someone should be: ‘I don’t have anything else to wait for.’”

“It’s different when you’re older.” Dad says shaking his head. “I don’t want to be alone, Blair.”

“What?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows. “You’re not going to be alone! You have me! And Ashley!”

“Ashley barely comes to visit once a year and you’re barely home now.” Dad says. “I know you’ll move on and that’s okay! You’ll finish school, move out, start a new job.” He smiles at me. “Maybe I’ll even walk you down the aisle one day or another and maybe I’ll have a chance to hold my grandchildren. And I can’t wait! But I don’t want to watch you standing on the sidewalk all alone. I don’t want to be lonely.”

“But, Dad-“ I start but in that moment there’s a knock on the door. Dad smiles at me as he puts the ring back in his pocket. I just stare at him. “And what about Mom?” I ask finally and he sighs.

“If it was meant to be, it would’ve lasted.” He says simply. “You can join us for dinner.” He suggests but I shake my head as I put my bag on my shoulder.

“No, I’ll leave you to it.” I say as I head towards the door.

“Blair, where are you going?” Dad asks but I ignore him. I open the door and find Elena standing there.

“Hi, Blair!” she greets me cheerfully but I ignore her as well.

“Blair!” Dad calls after me but I run down the stairs and out of the building into a warm night. I feel tears stinging my eyes as I practically start running through the crowded streets of Brooklyn. Why am I so hurt suddenly?

I’ll tell you why. Because once Mum came to see us a couple of weeks ago, I figured Dad forgot all about marrying Elena. I thought he considered getting back with Mum. I thought he considered getting all our lives back to normal.

Who am I kidding?

Nothing will ever go back to normal.





“And Pierce has the Quaffle!” Sandra’s voice echoes through the pitch. “Again! And there’s a Bludger heading her way and- oh for Merlin’s sake- did you see that?! Pierce just turned around on her broom to avoid the Bludger and she SCORES!” Sandra yells and the crowd goes wild. “40 to 0 for Gryffindor. My, my, isn’t James Potter lucky to get Ashley back on his team.”

“Way to go, Pierce!” Fred says as he flies next to me shooting the Bludger that almost knocked me down to Ravenclaw’s Captain.

“And Lily Potter grabs the Quaffle!” Sandra continues. “And she pushes past Peter Jones, Ravenclaw’s Chaser and SHE SCORES!”

Another round of applause and cheering echoes through the pitch.

“50 to 0 for Gryffindor.” Sandra announces. “I guess those Quidditch genes are in Potter family. Although Albus Potter did lose his first game against Gryffindor.”

The stands explore in laughter and I can see Al staring Sandra down from his place on the stands. From what I’ve gathered, the two of them can’t stand each other ever since they briefly dated in fourth year.

“Back to the game!” Sandra continues.

We continue the winning streak although Ravenclaw did manage to get through our defence and score about sixty points. But we were still leading and got more and more impressive. At one point Fred actually managed to jump off of his broom just to hit the Bludger at Ravenclaw’s Seeker when he thought he’d seen the snitch and managed to jump back. Everyone on the stands jumped on their feet at that point. Even Lydia. Just saying.

I didn’t disappoint either. More than half of the scores were my doing. And I managed to pull a few neat tricks Dad thought me while scoring. I’m sure he’d be proud.

“Has James Potter spotted the Snitch?” Sandra suddenly says and everyone’s head, including mine turns around in James’ direction just in time to see Steven Garret, Ravenclaw’s Beater kicked him with his Bat across the head.

Immediately James started falling and everyone screamed. My first instinct was to fly over to him but Fred grabbed me when James managed to get his broom back on track. There was a horrible cut on his forehead and Coach Wood instantly flew up to him.

I can see James shaking his head as Coach Wood tries to explain something to him. Finally, he gives up and flicks his wand sewing up James’ head as best as he can.

Steven flies next to James and offers him a hand as he apologizes. James shakes his head again and smiles.

“Penalty!” Coach Wood announces and turns to me. “Pierce, your turn!”

I nod and catch the Quaffle he throws at me. I look at James who’s staring at me still shaky on his broom. He lifts his arm up and punches it through the air. Knowing very well what that means I smile and shoot the Bludger straight through the middle hoop.

Another round of cheers explodes on the stands and suddenly people start calling my name. “Ashley! Ashley! Ashley!”

I turn around to look at the stands and smile gratefully when I realise Hilary magically turned up the volume of her voice and is leading the crowd. Savannah and Lydia are standing next to her and are yelling at the top of their voices.

In that moment I feel completely fulfilled. Not because they’re cheering my name but because I realise that by coming here, by switching place with Ashley, I have made friends for life. I laugh loudly and wave at them.

The match goes on like that for another hour. The score is 160:70 for us but if Ravenclaw catches the snitch, they could still win. That is why I try to up my game with every shot I take and I still try to pay attention to what James is doing. Although he suffered a head injury, he looks sharp as ever while he’s trying to find the Snitch.

And finally, two and a half hours into the match, Sandra announces: “And I think James Potter finally spotted the Snitch. And Marcus O’Keefe, the Ravenclaw Seeker did so too! This is going to be one tight break!”

Immediately everyone stops what they were doing and turn to look at the race between James and Marcus. I can see it clearly as well, a little Golden Snitch fluttering around the Ravenclaw stands.

“Come on. Come on!” I hiss staring at James who is pretty much tied with Marcus. But inches away from the Snitch James does something similar to what Fred was doing. He stretches out his hand and when he notices Marcus is doing the same, he throws himself at the Snitch.

“Oh, my Godric!” Sandra shouts when James jumps from his broom and grabs the Snitch. In the last second he manages to grab his broom with his other hand and remains hanging on it. Everyone draws in a breath but he smiles and raises his other hand in the air showing the Snitch he caught. The stands erupt in cheers.

“And James Potter caught the Snitch!” Sandra yells but I can barely hear her through the cheers from the stands. “Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup!”

I smile and turn to look at James. But the entire team already gathered around him and is helping him land. I turn to the other side of the pitch and spot Hilary, Lydia and Savannah who came running from the stands. Instead of joining my team and James, I join the three of them. I crash down at them and they welcome me with hugs and praises.

“You were amazing!” Savannah says with a smile.

“You fucking ruled!” Hilary cheers. “I’m so pumped! Let’s get drunk!”

“Easy there.” Lydia interrupts her and pulls out a letter from her pocket. “This came for you in the morning but you weren’t at breakfast.”

I look at the letter she handed me and recognize Ashley’s signature. I immediately open it and read it. It takes me a few moments to comprehend what she has written. Nick is gone? He moved to Denver?!

“Is everything okay?” Savannah asks looking at me worriedly.

“No.” I say and look up at the three of them. “I need to go.”

“Need to go where?” Lydia asks furrowing her eyebrows.

“I need to visit a friend.” I say and turn to look at the crowd gathering on the pitch. “I need to sneak out.”

“Now?” Savannah asks.

“Yes, now. While everyone’s still occupied with the game.” I say and turn around again only to see Fred looking after me. “Crap.” I curse and look at my three friends. “I really need to do this.” I beg while Fred approaches our group. “Cover for me, please?”

“Do what you have to.” Hillary nods.

“Yes. Go!” Savannah pushes me towards the castle.

“Don’t worry.” Lydia nods and then turns to Fred. “I got this.”

I start walking towards the castle but turn around only to see Lydia approach Fred. She smiles at him and then suddenly, out of nowhere, she leans in and kisses him.

“Oh, shit!” I can hear Hilary say while Savannah bursts out into laughter.

I actually stop for a second surprised with Lydia’s action. And so is Fred. Because when she stops kissing him he just looks at her as if Dumbledore himself kissed him.

I realise suddenly I have to hurry because soon the castle will be crowded. Still in shock, but also satisfied, I practically run towards the castle. I make my way through the corridors trying to remember where that hidden passageway that James showed me all those months ago was. Luckily for me, my legs seemed to be working a lot better than my brain and before I even know it, I’m there. I sneak through the dark corridor and after half an hour or so, I’m in Honeyduke’s basement. I don’t even bother to sneak out of there, I just apparate.

In within seconds, I’m standing in the backyard of a small house covered with flowers in Denver. There’s a loud scream and I can only catch a sight of a small woman with dark brown hair hurry into the house. Soon after a guy with short brown hair and tattoos covering his arms, rushes out of the house holding his wand.

I just stand there, still wearing my Quidditch uniform, and cross my arms raising a brow at him. It takes him a minute to recover from the shock.

“Blair?!” he asks still pointing his wand at me. I smirk at him and shrug.

“Hey, Nick.”


Dear Ashley,

Only a few more weeks until school ends. Be safe, Ash. And be strong. I’m closer than you think. I know everything will be fine.





Another chapter is up! What do you guys think? About the game? Blair confessing her love for James? James not doing the same? Fred and Lydia?! Ahhh! So much is happening! 

Anyhow, I just wanted to say that I get a lot of reviews of you guys telling me how you thought I abandoned the story. Let me tell you that that will never happen. I will finish the story no matter how long it takes. I know I've been at it for years now (literally) and I have had a lot of problems as well with my health and operations and my laptop breaking down and so on, but I love this story and I love the twins and I have to give them the ending they deserve. So, for those of you who still read this, I will not fail you, I promise. 

Also, most of you want to know how many chapters are left. I'm still not done writing, but I'm at the very end and I think the story will have around 45 chapters. So just a few left. *sobs quietly*

Also, you keep asking when the girls will tell the truth, especially Blair, and you're worried if it will be dramatic enough. Let me tell you that that is almost insulting for me, because drama is my middle name. Trust me, it will be dramatic.

Thank you all for your great reviews and for being here for me and the girls. I love you all to bits xo 

P.S. I also have a few ideas about the sequel. Not that I'm promising anything, but I would like to hear your thoughts. What do you think the girls will be up to in the future (let's say five years or so). Where do you think Nick and James will be at? I would really like to hear your opinion. 

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