The Werewolf' s Daughter A Vampire( Remus Lupin Daughter )

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“Morning,” Harry said brightly to Ron ,Me and Hermione, joining
Us at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
“What are you looking so pleased about?” said Ron, eyeing Harry
in surprise.
“Erm . . . Quidditch later,” said Harry happily, pulling a large plat-
ter of bacon and eggs toward him.
" Ohh really....Is it really quidditch or anything else?"  I ask harry wriggling my eyebrows.
" Uhh....what are u talking about?" Said Harry
" Ohh yeah let's see ..." I say mockingly  " i think it is because Cho said that she believed in you and was not angry because u are alive ... Am i correct Harry"
Harry stared at me like he has seen a ghost.
" h-h- how did u know" Harry shuttered
" Why were u helping that bloody Cho chang "
" Don't call Cho bad  she is really nice to me and believes me stop being so insecure Ellie " Harry said raging with anger
I was taken aback I could feel tears streaming down my face i stormed out of the great hall as fast as I could.
Harry pov
I can't believe u would act like that with her Harry
If u knew what Cho did to her u would react the same way.
" Why are u talking about" I asked bitterly
After explaining the whole incident from third year
"I never knew she has gone through all that " i say realising my mistake
Quidditch practice
Ellie pov
“Okay everyone,” said Angelina, entering from the Captain’s office, already changed. “Let’s get to it; Alicia and Fred, if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there
watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right?”
Something in her would-be casual voice made me think  I  might know who the uninvited spectators were, and sure enough,
when they left the changing room for the bright sunlight of the pitch it was to a storm of catcalls and jeers from the Slytherin Quidditch
team and assorted hangers-on, who were grouped halfway up the empty stands and whose voices echoed loudly around the stadium.
“What’s that Weasley’s riding?” Malfoy called in his sneering drawl.
“Why would anyone put a Flying Charm on a moldy old log like
that?”
Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter. Ron mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground and Harry and I followed him, watching his ears turn red from behind.
“Ignore them,” I said, accelerating to catch up with Ron. “We’ll see who’s laughing after we play them. . . .”
“Exactly the attitude I want, Ellie,” said Angelina approvingly,
soaring around them with the Quaffle under her arm and slowing to hover on the spot in front of her airborne team. “Okay everyone, we’re going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team
please —”
“Hey, Johnson, what’s with that hairstyle anyway?” shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. “Why would anyone want to look like they’ve got worms coming out of their head?”
Angelina swept her long braided hair out of her face and said calmly, “Spread out, then, and let’s see what we can do. . . .”
Harry reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch.
Ron fell back toward the opposite goal. Angelina raised the Quaffle
with one hand and threw it hard to Fred, who passed to George, who passed it to me and I passed to Ron, who dropped it.
The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laughter.
Ron, who had pelted toward the ground to catch the Quaffle before it
landed, pulled out of the dive untidily, so that he slipped sideways on his broom, and returned to playing height, blushing. I saw Fred and George exchange looks, but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything, for which I was grateful.
“Pass it on, Ron,” called Angelina, as though nothing had happened.
Ron threw the Quaffle to Alicia, who passed back to Harry, who passed to George. . . .
“Hey, Potter, how’s your scar feeling?” called Malfoy. “Sure you
don’t need a lie-down? It must be, what, a whole week since you were in the hospital wing, that’s a record for you, isn’t it?”
Fred passed to Angelina; she reverse passed to me, I had not
been expecting it, but caught it in the very tips of my fingers and passed it quickly to Ron, who lunged for it and missed by inches.
“Come on now, Ron,” said Angelina crossly, as Ron dived for the
ground again, chasing the Quaffle. “Pay attention.” It would have been hard to say whether Ron’s face or the Quaffle was a deeper scarlet when he returned again to playing height. Malfoy
and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laughter. On his third attempt, Ron caught the Quaffle; perhaps out of relief he passed it on so enthusiastically that it soared straight through
Katie’s outstretched hands and hit her hard in the face. “Sorry!” Ron groaned, zooming forward to see whether he had
done any damage.
“Get back in position, she’s fine!” barked Angelina. “But as you’re
passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, won’t you? We’ve got Bludgers for that!”
Katie’s nose was bleeding. Down below the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering. Fred and George converged on Katie. “Here, take this,” Fred told her, handing her something small and
purple from out of his pocket. “It’ll clear it up in no time.”
“All right,” called Angelina, “Fred, George, go and get your bats
and a Bludger; Ron, get up to the goalposts, Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. We’re going to aim for Ron’s goal, obviously.”
Harry zoomed off after the twins to fetch the Snitch.
“Ron’s making a right pig’s ear of things, isn’t he?” muttered
George, as the three of them landed at the crate containing the balls And opened it to extract one of the Bludgers and the Snitch.
“He’s just nervous,” I said . “He was fine when I was practicing
with him this morning.”
“Yeah, well, I hope he hasn’t peaked too soon,” said Fred gloomily.
They returned to the air. When Angelina blew her whistle, Harry
released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger; from that
moment on, Harry was barely aware of what the others were doing. It was his job to recapture the tiny fluttering golden ball that was worth
a hundred and fifty points to the Seeker’s team and doing so required enormous speed and skill. He accelerated, rolling and swerving in and
out of the Chasers, the warm autumn air whipping my face and the distant yells of the Slytherins so much meaningless roaring in my ears.
. . . But too soon, the whistle brought me to a halt again. “Stop — stop – STOP!” screamed Angelina. “Ron — you’re not covering your middle post!”
I looked around at Ron, who was hovering in front of the left- hand hoop, leaving the other two completely unprotected.
“Oh . . . sorry . . .”
“You keep shifting around while you’re watching the Chasers!” said Angelina. “Either stay in center position until you have to move to de-
fend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don’t drift vaguely off to one side, that’s how you let in the last three goals!”
“Sorry . . .” Ron repeated, his red face shining like a beacon against the bright blue sky.
“And Katie, can’t you do something about that nosebleed?” “It’s just getting worse!” said Katie thickly, attempting to stem the
flow with her sleeve. After sometime suddenly a rigid thing hit me in the face with force and I swear I heard a crack in my nose.
"Ronnnnnnn....I will kill u " I yell
" I am so so so so so sorry  Ellie ...are u okay?" ron said
" I have a broken nose and a bloody lip , do I look okay " i whine from pain
I glanced at Harry who was looking  around at Fred, who was looking anxious and check-
ing his pockets. He saw Fred pull out something purple, examine it
for a second, and then look around at Me, evidently horrorstruck.
“Well, let’s try again,” said Angelina. She was ignoring the Slytherin, who had now set up a chant of “Gryffindor are losers, Gryffindor
are losers,” but there was a certain rigidity about my seat on the broom nevertheless.
This time they had been flying for barely three minutes when Angelina’s whistle sounded. Harry, who had just sighted the Snitch
circling the opposite goalpost, pulled up feeling distinctly aggrieved.
“What now?” he said impatiently to Alicia, who was nearest.
“Ellie ,” she said shortly.
Harry turned and saw Angelina, Fred, and George all flying as fast
as they could toward me. Harry and Alicia sped toward her too. It
was plain that Angelina had stopped training just in time; I was
now chalk-white and covered in blood. “She needs the hospital wing,” said Angelina.
“We’ll take her,” said Fred. “She — er — might have swallowed a
Blood Blisterpod by mistake —” “Well, there’s no point continuing with no Beaters and two Chaser gone,” said Angelina glumly, as Fred and George zoomed off toward
the castle supporting Katie  and me between them. “Come on, let’s go and get changed.