A/N: So I'm back with this story. Sorry for any of you that were reading it that it took so long to update- I got caught up in my other stories. Anyways, I'm back with another chapter. Hope it's okay.

Disclaimer: Do you really think the Quidditch players would play mafia in the books? Somehow I don't think so.

Chasers: Marcus Flint, Graham Montague, Chase Warrington
Beaters: Peregrine Derrick, Lucian Bole
Seeker: Draco Malfoy
Keeper: Miles Bletchley

Chasers: Roger Davies, Randolph Burrow, Jeremy Stretton
Beaters: Duncan Inglebee, Jason Samuels
Seeker: Cho Chang
Keeper: Grant Page

Chasers: Malcolm Preece, Heidi Macavoy, Tamsin Applebee
Beaters: Anthony Rickett, Maxine O'Flaherty
Seeker: Cedric Diggory
Keeper: Herbert Fleet

Chasers: Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnett
Beaters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley
Seeker: Harry Potter
Keeper: Oliver Wood

Chapter 2: Eighteen

Just as the sun set, I went to the top of the stands, surveying them. All of the teams had marked off certain parts of the pitch, showing where they were going to set up camp. I smirked. As if setting up a barrier would keep me at bay.


"Draco... what's that?" Peregrine asked, pointing towards Draco's pillow. They had just been grabbing some snacks that Peregrine had kept in his locker.

"I don't know. Why am I supposed to know?" He asked, walking over and picking up the object in question. Suddenly, it started glowing silver.

"Oh my Merlin!" Draco said, dropping the object. It was a snitch.

"Peregrine! You have one too!" Draco said, pointing at the beater's bat laying on his pillow. He picked it up and it glowed green.

"What's that?" Asked Marcus, walking up with the rest of the team.

"Dunno." Peregrine answered.

"Do we have those too?" Asked Chase. Graham went to look.

"Nope, none." He said, walking back. Lucian sighed.

"Is that good or bad?" Miles asked. They all shrugged, looking at each other in bewilderment.


Roger was sitting with his team, discussing how they thought someone were to be eliminated when suddenly, a quaffle appeared in front of him.

"Ah!" He jumped.

"What's that?" Asked Jeremy.

"Why do only you have one?" Asked Cho. Roger shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up the quaffle and it glowed bright blue.

"Whoa." Said Duncan.

"What's that mean?" Asked Jason.

"I'm not sure. But I don't think it's good." Roger said. Grant patted him on his back.

"It's okay." Randolph said. Roger sighed. He wasn't so sure.


Cedric Diggory was walking around, pacing, because that's what he does when he thinks really hard. He could come up with no way that they could predict who would be eliminated. He slowly made his way back to his team, and was shocked to see everyone except for Herbert holding glowing Quidditch equipment. Malcolm and Heidi both had chaser's gloves and Tasmin had a quaffle. Maxine and Anthony were both holding beater's bats. All of the equipment was bright yellow.

"What's this mean?" Cedric asked them. They all shifted uncomfortably.

"They were saying that you did it and we needed to kick you out of the group. I said that we should trust you because you were our captain and friend, and suddenly they all had those things." Herbert said. Cedric glanced at his team. They really had trust issues, didn't they.


Oliver Wood was in mid-lecture when suddenly, one of his chasers held a quaffle, and the other held her chaser gloves. The equipment in question was glowing red.

"Angelina, Alicia, quit messing around." Oliver said, looking at them in confusion. Fred and George looked at their girlfriends.

"Why do you have those?" Fred and George asked at the same time. The two girls looked at them with wide eyes.

"No idea." Angelina answered. Alicia was just staring at the gloves in her hand.

"Why only you guys?" Harry asked. Everyone shrugged.

"It makes no sense." Oliver said. Katie had been looking around.

"Hey, look!" She said, pointing to other glowing points around the pitch.

"The others have them too." She said. Oliver looked at her.

"Elimination, do you reckon?" He asked. She bit her lip and nodded.

"That's the only thing that I think it could be. That or protection from it." She said. He nodded.


I smiled at the explanations they had come up with. Again, I got ready to adress them.

"Hello everybody." I said. Lots of the heads whipped around, searching for my voice. I smirked.

"All those of you who are currently holding glowing Quidditch gear, you are elimininated. You may exit now." I said, expecting them to listen.

"Okay, I get the fact that you're in charge, but can you at least tell us why we got kicked out?" Roger Davies yelled.

"You weren't prepared to help anyone not in your team. The Hufflepuffs doubted their captain. Draco was being a stuck up arrogant git saying 'my father will hear about this' and Peregrine secretly agreed and thought that Mr. Malfoy would get them out of here. Angelina and Alicia secretly don't trust Katie or Harry because they got lost in the crowd at the beginning of the game." I paused, hearing the murmurs of betrayal.

"Now, those eliminated may leave. The eighteen of you left, congrats. You're one step closer to winning. Good night."