Kat POV

The day of the first game the weather is worse than I have ever seen. I can barely walk out the door without being blown away yet alone fly.

"I blame you." I hiss, walking past Draco.

"I didn't think it would be you." He says guiltily. "I was hoping for Ravenclaw."

"You just didn't want to play!" I hiss again still angry he didn't tell me about Snape.

"Would you want to? It's horrific out there. Besides I'm hurt." He pouts, signalling to his arm which is still in a slight.

Resisting the urge to slap his "injured" arm I make my way to the Hufflepuff table with one final glare, before taking a seat with the rest of the Quidditch team.

"The weather looks horrible." Cedric mutters, looking worried.

I bite my lip. "It's Potter's first game of the year."
they turn to me with confused expressions.

"Every year Harry starts by almost dying, it's his tradition along with trouble every Halloween." I sigh.

"She's right." Sonia Knight agrees. "We should be extra careful."
I nod. "And remember the Weasley twins are practically one person so the key is to break them up."

They look uncertain. Hufflepuff almost never wins a game, let alone against a team like Gryffindor has.

"And they'll be off their game because of the weather." Cedric tells me.

I nod, still doubtful.

The entire school is once again out in the stands despite the weather.

My hair is in a tight French braid down my back and I'm wearing googles to keep the rain out of my eyes, but to no avail. My googles quickly became splattered with water making it impossibly to see.

I sigh and take them off, running towards the rest of the players in yellow.

"I feel like I'm about to let swooped off and carried to Oz." I grumble.

A couple chuckle, but most seem to cold to care.

I used to like the rain, it felt nice running through it with Alex when we were little and splashing each other, but this is just horrible. I can barely even stand straight, my braid and robes flapping madly around me, my clothes feeling incredibly tight.

"Everyone remember that even if we don't win we still tried damn hard." Diggory tells us.

"The weather is trying damn hard to give us hypothermia." I mutter.

Madam Hooch moves something that looks like "Mouth your brooms."

I pull my feet from the sticky mud and pull myself into the air.

It's even harder to see in the sky. My broom is slippery and hard to hold, continually slipping from between my fingers. I keep bumping into the other players and narrowly missing the bludgers.

When the other team call time out I'm more than happy to return to the ground, performing a quick drying spell on myself only for the rain to soak me again.

"Who's winning?" I ask.

"Gryffindor. 50:0." Diggory sighs. "To win you'll have to catch that snitch. Potter is distracted. I don't think he can see with his glasses." Diggory tells me, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'll try to get it." I shrug unconvincingly "He'll probably fix the glasses, anyway. I'm not exactly playing best either, I'm bloody soaked and distracted."

He nods and we remount out brooms.

The second half of the game Harry seems far more focused, but I can't focus too much on him.

I notice a small gold dot hiding behind one of the Gryffindor players and dash forward, hoping Harry doesn't notice.

Sadly he does and is quickly catching up to me. Suddenly I feel a cold feeling wash over me.

"Please." A small voice whimpers. "Don't hurt me."

I feel my broom slipping from between my fingers. No, I need to get that snitch.

I continue rushing forward, ignoring the cold feeling. What was that voice?
Suddenly the snitch is an inch away from me and I have taken it in my hand. I got the snitch!

I look around grinning despite the twist in my gut screaming that this isn't right.

I then notice the cloaked figures floating below me, a few shooting towards me and the other players.

My grip loosens and the cold worsens.

You're so much like my little girl, just like my Jessabelle.

Suddenly I'm falling towards the ground, barely holding onto my broom.

In a sudden motion I push myself back into the sky, but I am now close enough to see the rest of the stands yelling.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" I just make out Madam Hooch yelling.

Once where back to the ground we see Dumbledore levitating a streacher with familiar crazy black hair to the castle.

My stomach lurches. "I-Is that Harry?" I squeak.

Everyone shares panicked looks.

"Dumbledore slowed him down." Will says, looking as worried as we are. "The pressure against his body from before may have broken some bones, but-"

"He wouldn't take him to the hospital wing if he's... you know." Angelina Johnson adds, looking stricken.

We all nod solemnly, hoping they're right.

"What's that in your hand, Kat?" someone asks.

I then remember the snitch still grasped tightly in my hand. "I-I caught the snitch." I say weakly, making Wood look like I just punched him in the gut.

"We can have a rematch." I tell him. "It's not fair this way. Harry wasn't able to even try to catch it."

The rest of the Hufflepuffs agree immediately, but Madam Hooch tells us that we had won fair and square.

We won the game, but it definitely doesn't feel like a victory.

Diggory finds me that afternoon to tell me that Harry's okay, taking a huge weight off of my shoulders.

"It doesn't feel right." He tells me. "They should have won."

I nod in agreement. "Maybe they still will. I mean obviously I want to win but if we lose against Ravenclaw…"

"We won't." he tells me. "You beat them last year and though Cho is talented, you're faster."

I nod, not completely believing him.

Nico (POV)

At the end of our first lesson back with Professor Lupin he asks me to stay behind.

"Yes Professor?" I ask, feeling mildly nervous.

"I am correct in thinking than you had passed out on the train?" he asks.

I nod, feeling embarrassed.

"Well Harry who also passed out has requested that I teach him how to defend himself from Dementors. I was wondering if you would also be interested in learning?" he asks.

I think back to how quickly I had passed out, my mind flooding with memories from Tartarus, Cupid and everything else I want more than anything to forget. "Alright." I agree. "Thank you."

He gives me a kind smile

"Sir, what exactly are dementors?" I ask. "I know they make you relive your worst memories, but why? Do they feed off of them? And why would they be allowed near anyone, let alone a school?"

He gives me a thoughtful look. "They are the foulest creatures in the world, and yes they feed off of pain and suffering. Many people at the school don't believe they should be here, myself included, but we must ask what's more dangerous? The Dementors or Black?"

I nod, understanding.

We're silent for a moment before Lupin speaks again. "May I ask why the dementors effect you so? Harry I understand but you I don't know as well."

I look away. "You may ask, but I probably won't answer."

He nods "I understand. Lessons will begin next term as I am quite busy now."

I nod and make my way into the hallway where Will and Kat are waiting.

Christmas quickly approached, snow covering the castle. I had slowly regained some fondness for Christmas over my last two years at Hogwarts, but the anniversary of Bianca's death still hurts like a fresh wound.

None of us had decided to stay at Hogwarts this year. Will is going back to Camp Half Blood to visit his half siblings, I am going to camp Jupiter to spend it with Hazel, Reyna and Jason and shockingly enough Kat had agreed to join the Malfoys this year.

Our next visit to Hogsmeade went much better than the last, apart from the moment I could swear I saw Harry walking down the street is was completely uneventful. And the next day for the first time I pack my bag and get on the train to kings cross station with Kat and Will eagerly talking about their plans for the holidays.

Once we had taken an international port key to America (since I am apparently too weak to shadow travel ) we awkwardly hug before setting off to the different camps.

"Nico!" Hazel yells when I shadow travel into the centre of Camp Jupiter (what Will doesn't know won't kill him)

I throw my arms around my sister, her head laid on my shoulder.

"I was wondering when you'd arrive." Reyna's voice tells me.

I look up from Hazel's mass of curly hair to see Reyna smiling down at me, wearing armour as always.

"Apparently I'm not allowed to shadow travel across the world." I scoff, making her roll her eyes.

"You should listen to Will. He knows how to keep you alive a lot better than you do." She says, raising her eyebrows.

Jason runs over to me, pulling me into a hug.
I push him away with a glare. "No touching."

He smiles apologetically. "Sorry, I'm just glad you're back."

Surprisingly I don't doubt he means it.

Hello everyone, thank you for reading this story and your amazing reviews, unfortunately this is where it ends you see my sister Emma (BetterNameToCome) and I wrote all of this together when I was still living at home, but we never got around to posting it.

And now we probably will never finish writing it.

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