Title: Strings of Fate

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.

Summary: Being raised only by his Aunt, Harry comes to Hogwarts not only knowing about the Wizarding World, but with a kind of training no one at the school is expecting.


Williams called a time out and the Hufflepuff Team gathered into a huddle, all of them out of breath and the sky was starting to darken.

"Bugger." Stevens said, panting as she bent over. "Is every game like this?"

"No." Williams replied. "Cedric, you have got to get that damn Snitch."

It was a Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor match and it had been going on for seven hours with the Snitch being extremely elusive. The score was extremely close at 420 to 410. The Gryffindor had the best Chaser line, working seamlessly as a team, while Hufflepuff had Harry, who had personally scored over 300 points, and Stevens' enthusiasm for her first match, which had faded several hours ago, to be replaced by dogged determination. The Keepers were reasonably closely matched, but the Weasley Twins were the superior Beaters to the Hufflepuff pair.

"On the plus side, their Seeker is an idiot." Harry said. "No less than five times I saw the Snitch was less than two feet from him and he never noticed."

"You've seen the Snitch five times?" Cedric said. "I've only seen it twice."

"Their Chasers are really tired." The Keeper observed. "Johnson still has some kick left in her, but Spinet and Bell have basically hit the wall."

"They're not the only ones." Stevens added.

"Twenty Seconds." Hooch called out from between the two huddles.

"Ok, Stevens. You're with me." Williams ordered. "We'll try and contain their Chasers, particularly Johnson. Beaters, keep Harry and Cedric clear. Cedric, keep on Harry's tail. Harry, find the Snitch and lead Cedric directly to it."

"Got it." Harry said.

It was another twenty minutes before the Snitch showed itself and Harry led Cedric to it while the Gryffindor Seeker, some idiot called McClaggan, was staring at them in confusion as to why the Hufflepuff Seeker was trailing one of the Hufflepuff Chasers.


Harry shifted when Susan elbowed him in the side, but did not open his eyes.

"Mister Potter." McGonagall snapped.

Harry's eyes shot open and he jolted upright as adrenaline rushed through his veins.

"See me after class, Mister Potter." The Professor ordered.

Susan rolled her eyes at Harry who tiredly shrugged. The class finished and Susan shot Harry as look as she joined up with Hannah and they both left the classroom.

"Mister Potter, this is not like you." McGonagall said.

"Sorry Professor." Harry replied. "I'm still exhausted from the Game on the weekend."

"Yes, that was an exciting game." McGonagall noted. "But don't make a habit of sleeping in my class."

"Professor, that game was insane." He countered. "Over seven hours on the broom and I am chapped and hurting in places I didn't even know I had. Yet on the other hand that Slytherin Ravenclaw game a few weeks ago, was only twelve minutes long so we all went down to the pitch and came back disappointed. There's no consistency."

"That's how the game is played." McGonagall said.

"Can't we change it for school competition?" Harry asked. "Give it a time limit to make sure the game is not too short and not too long."

"Then what would you do with the Seeker, Mister Potter?" The Professor countered.

"Keep the Seeker, but don't make catching the Snitch end the game." Harry explained. "Keep the Snitch at 150 points but have the Seeker able to act as a fourth Chaser, optionally before the Snitch is caught but that's what they become if it is caught. It takes an element of luck out of the game and gives a better team a chance to overcome a weak team that has a great Seeker. The Snitch becomes equal to fifteen goals, so it is still a vital part of the game but not the be all and end all."

"I will discuss the possibility with the staff, but I make no promises." McGonagall said. "Now off to your next class."


Tonks moved the next item that she had to search in front of her. The full Aurors had done a cursory check on the items that the Trainees had to sort to ensure there was nothing that would harm the Trainees. The item looked like a simple diary, embossed with the name T M Riddle and the location of a Muggle stationary store. Opening the diary, she saw that it was blank, so she picked up her quill and made a note on the parchment where she was keeping records of what she found. As she was returning her quill to the ink pot she knocked it over and spilt ink all over the desk and diary.

Swearing and reaching for her Wand to clean up the mess, Tonks noticed that the ink that had spilled on the diary was being absorbed into the pages.

Oh Ginny, did you spill your ink again?

Tonks stared at the words that appeared on the page.

"I got something here!" Tonks called out.


Neville was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room with Parvati, Ron, Lavender, Dean, Ginny and the Weasley Twins. Ron and Dean were playing a game of Wizarding Chess while the rest were studying, though Parvati and Lavender were gossiping as much as they were studying.

The Twins were taking a lot of breaks to stretch and were constantly yawning. Every minute or so, one of the Twins would glance over to the couch were the three Gryffindor Chasers were… sitting. Angelina was sitting in the middle of the couch, yawning with a novel open on her lap, with Alicia on one side and Katie on the other. The two flaking Chasers, however, were fast asleep. Alicia had simply slid down slightly in her seat and had her head resting against the back of the couch, but Katie was curled up into Angelina's side, snuggled in under one of the darker skinned girl's arm, which was lazily wrapped around the sleeping girl.

As it was just after curfew, but not yet bedtime, everyone turned to the entrance when the Portrait opened and five figures entered. The lead figure was Professor McGonagall, who was leading Madam Bones, Senior Auror Proudfoot, Auror Trainee Tonks and Auror Trainee Zorah.

"Miss Weasley." Professor McGonagall said. "Please come with us."

"What's the matter, Professor?" George asked.

"Mister Weasley, perhaps it would be best if you get your older brother to accompany your sister." Madam Bones said. "We have some questions for your sister that we need answers to immediately."

Fred indicated to Ron, who ran up to the boy's dormitories to retrieve Percy. Ron quickly returned with Percy in tow, and the Prefect left with his younger sister and the adults.

"Lady Helena!" Neville called once the DMLE delegation left.

It took a minute before Helena Ravenclaw floated into the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Yes, Mister Longbottom?" The Ghost asked.

"Diva's Aunt just came and took Ginny Weasley for questioning." Neville explained. "Can you let Ambassador and Wells know?"

"Of course." Helena replied, a slight twitch crossing her usually serene face. "I will also make sure young Miss Weasley has proper… representation."

"Thank you, Helena." Neville said with a smile.

"Not a problem, Neville." Helena said with a warmth very few living people had seen from the Ghost before. "Don't forget that Harry, Luna and yourself are expected for tea on Thursday."

"I won't, my Lady." Neville replied.

With that, Helena spun and floated out of the Common Room at a slightly faster pace than she had arrived.

TBC…

A/N: I can't remember where the Quidditch idea with the Snitch originally came from but I have read it in a few places. Let me know where it was first posted and I will give proper credit.