Prologue

Seven years and three months ago…

(Mar. 3, 2009)

Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived, the wizard who saved them all, and now he was dumbstruck.

"I don't want to take care of kids. I want to play Quidditch," Ginny said as she picked up her old luggage from her Holyhead Harpies days. She opened the front door of their shared home of eight years and left. Harry was speechless. Ginny had just given birth to their daughter a month ago, how could she leave them like that? He was glad that Molly had James and Albus. Harry wouldn't have known what to do if they had been there for their mother's abandonment.

A loud wail came from upstairs. Harry took the steps two-at-a-time. He found his daughter in her cradle at the foot of his bed.

"Shh, Lily, it'll be okay," he cooed to her. Her sobs dulled at the sound of her father's voice. She was small and Harry marveled at her. Harry lifted her to his shoulder. He needed to go get his sons and talk to his mother-in-law.

"Harry?" Molly asked when he stepped out of the fireplace with baby Lily.

"Um, can we speak alone?" He asked trying to make sure he didn't alert James and Albus to his presence yet.

"You're here early," she whispered when they took seats. She seemed to understand Harry's urgency to be unheard. Lily was set in her baby pen where they both could see her.

"Ginny left," he told her somberly.

"What do you mean?" Molly asked confused.

Harry lost his control and sputtered, "Ginny left. She said she didn't want to raise the kids and that she was meant to play Quidditch."

Molly's look mirrored the one he had when Ginny walked out the door.


Seven years and one month ago…

(May 1, 2009)

"Miss Pucey, how does it feel to be the first female player in history to join the Tutshill Tornadoes team?" A reporter in the crowd of many asked the girl at the podium.

"It's a dream come true. I never thought that I would get the chance to play professional Quidditch, but now it's even more amazing that I'm a twenty-one-year-old woman making it here," Ariella Pucey responded to the question. She beamed with a big smile.

"Are you worried that the league's best Chaser has returned to the Holyhead Harpies?" A different reporter questioned.

"I have heard that Ginevra Weasley is an amazing Chaser, and I am going to be honored to play against her, but no I'm not worried," she answered honestly. The rest of the Tutshill Tornadoes team joined her at the stage. Everyone was excited to ask the team questions about their newly acquired teammate.

"Mr. Wood, how do you feel about having a young woman on your team?" A question was directed to Oliver Wood, the team's Keeper and captain. He had been moved to the team to get him out of the reserve positions.

"I played in school with girls on me team so I think it'll be great," he told the reporter with a smile. Ariella thanked him for the compliment.

"Blaise and Roger, are you looking forward to having a new Chaser to coordinate with?"

"Of course we are," Blaise Zabini answered as he gave Ariella a friendly pat on the shoulder. A photographer took that moment for a photo opportunity.

"Mr. Malfoy, how do you feel about your late wife's cousin being a teammate?" A very insensitive reporter called out above the crowd. Draco Malfoy looked out at the crowd and tensed. The second anniversary of his wife's death was in two days and it was a question that made him internally angry.

"That is an irrelevant and insensitive question and Mr. Malfoy refrains from answering it," the team's publicist informed the crowd of journalists. The question and answer session ended soon after that.

"Alright team, let's practice," Wood said to them as they went back to their locker rooms.