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Invincible by The Black Lioness
Chapter 6 : Enemies
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 5

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Letta's Point Of View:

I spent the whole night of the Ball tossing and turning, so it was no surprise when I woke up after everyone else had already left the dormitory. Thank Merlin it was Sunday.

And then I sat bolt upright in bed. It was Sunday. It was the day James would post the names of the people who made the Quidditch team...

I jumped out from under the warm covers and quickly dressed in casual muggle jeans and a t-shirt. I focused my mind on making my hair curly and every color of the rainbow, starting from the front of my head and working its way back. Then I bounded down the stairs into the common room where students were jumping all over each other, trying to get a look at the list posted on the bulletin board.

I rushed towards it, knocking over a third year who was in my way. When people saw me coming, many of them moved, but it wasn't a good morning for the ones who didn't. I used my elbows, fists, shoulders and even my teeth at one point before I made it to the front of the line.

And there it was. My name, written hastily in James's messy handwriting. Violetta McKinnon – Beater.

"YES!" I shouted, pushing my way back out of the crowd and twirling around the common room. I spotted my friends in the corner and danced over, grinning from ear to ear.

"I made it!" I crowed, laughing at Black's sour expression. "I told you I would," I said to him, gloating just a little bit.

"Shut up," he muttered.

I had forgotten to check for Black's name on the list. "What about you? Did you make it?"

"Of course," he scoffed. "There's no way I would have been cut from the team."

"Congratulations," I said grudgingly, choosing to overlook his arrogance. Black obviously thought I was being sarcastic and decided not to answer. I turned to James, who was looking quite amused. "Thanks, James," I said. "You're the best Quidditch captain ever."

"Wait until you hear his pre-match pep talks," Black muttered, earning a slap from the captain himself.

"Practices start next week; Monday, Wednesday and Friday, seven o'clock sharp," said James. "Now, Letta, I know you're not gonna like this but...I've asked Sirius to do me a favor as a fellow Quidditch player and I need you to go along with it."

Oh boy. "What is it?" I asked, resigned.

"I want you and Sirius to go down to the Quidditch pitch later today and hit the Bludgers around. He'll give you some pointers, and even though you do well on your own, he's been a Beater longer than you have, like it or not."

Black shot me a smug look. "James," I protested, already knowing it wasn't going to work.

"No, Letta. You're part of the team now," said James, "and that means you have to be a team player. At least try to make this work. And just so you two don't kill each other off without anyone knowing, I've asked Chris Williams to go down to the pitch with you. He was the next best Beater after you, Letta."

"Fine," I huffed, grabbing onto Lily and Lo's arms. "Let's go," I muttered, and started dragging them over to the portrait hole.

"Four o'clock, Letta," James called after me. "I booked the pitch. Be there."


"Duck!" a voice yelled from above my head. I looked up to see a burly blonde boy chasing after a Bludger that was zooming straight towards my head. I jumped out of the way just as the boy jumped off his broomstick in midair and tackled the Bludger to the ground. I could tell he was showing off, which normally would have annoyed me, but he was pretty cute. He had puppy-dog brown eyes, an angular face and a wide, happy smile.

"Hey," he said, coming over to me after putting the struggling Bludger back into its case. "You must be Letta. I'm Chris Williams."

"Oh, hey," I said casually. He was about my height, so I could look him right in the eye without having to tilt my head up or down. "You're not on the team, right?" I said, even though I knew that answer. Might as well make small talk while we waited for His Heighness to arrive.

Chris laughed and made a face. "No, you beat me at the tryouts. I missed one of the Bludgers when Potter made us aim at the moving targets. But that was some hit you made up there." He gestured toward the Quidditch pitch. I assumed he was referring to when I socked Black in the stomach with that Bludger.

"Thanks," I grinned. "It sure felt brilliant."

"You and Sirius aren't on the best terms, are you?" Chris said thoughtfully.

"No," said a voice from behind us, "we're not." Black had strolled up without us noticing, glowering at Chris and looking miserable. It wasn't hard to figure out that he didn't want to be there.

Chris either didn't notice Black's anger, or he didn't care. "Right, then," he said cheerfully, clapping his hands together. "What should we work on first?"

"I want to see how far her Bludgers will go," said Black, jerking his head at me.

"I thought you saw that at tryouts," Chris laughed, winking at me. He was really cute. I smiled back, but Black seemed to be in an even worse mood now.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly moving around to dodge the Bludger," he spat. "So get in the air, Williams, and we'll see if she can knock you off your broom." It sounded as if that's exactly what Black wanted to happen.

Chris opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it. I didn't get why everyone was so afraid of Black; he was popular, not a god. But Williams just took off into the air without defending himself.

"Someone's a bit cranky this evening," I teased. Black turned towards me, scowling.

"That bloke gets on my nerves," he said fiercly.

"Whatever you say, chief." I mock saluted him and mounted my broom.

"And stop flirting with Williams," Black added. "I don't like him."

That instantly got my back up. "I can flirt with whoever I want, Black. You're not my father and you are definitely not my boyfriend." I kicked off into the air and left him sulking alone on the ground.

Merlin, what was wrong with him? Maybe his girlfriend of the week broke up with him. No, that was impossible. No one ever dumped Black. He was always the dumper, never the dumpee. He was acting so odd, though. I didn't know why, but it was obvious Black had a problem with Chris. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Although, it was a bit funny to see Black so mad.

The rest of the Beater practice was...interesting, to say the least. I could have made an excuse that Black was just so irritated that his game was off, but we all knew that wasn't true. Black was purposely aiming those Bludgers at Chris and, although Chris had been playing fairly well the entire pracice, there were a few Bludgers being "accidentally" hit towards a certain someone. Three guesses who.

When we were finally allowed to land, I hopped off my broom and took off for the castle as quickly as possible. Honestly, what a bunch of immature prats. They had been acting so oddly, glaring at each other every time they flew past and aiming the ball at the others' head. I didn't know why they were acting like five-year-olds, and judging by the swooping in my stomach each time I looked at Black, I didn't want to know. So I just headed across the pitch without saying goobye to either of them. Not that I would have said goodbye to Black anyway.

"Letta! Wait up!" I heard Chris yell, just as Black called, "McKinnon! Stop for a second!" I turned around and found the two glowering at each other. And then I snapped.

"What the hell has gotten into you two?" I growled. "You're staring each other down as if you're about to duel and you were hitting Bludgers at each other left and right!"

"Isn't it obvious?" Chris sneered before Black could open his mouth. "Little Sirius here is jealous."

"That's ridiculous," Black said, just ask I asked, "jealous of what?"

"He's been trying to stop us from talking the entire practice because he knows we'd end up flirting," said Chris. He was a bit cocky, wasn't he? Well, so was Black. But it worked for him. With Chris it was just...annoying. "And Sirius wouldn't want us to flirt because he secretly likes you. He just tries to cover it up by bickering with you non-stop."

I actually felt sorry for the poor kid, idly wondering if he had any friends at all. He obviously wasn't the fastest broom in the shed. We were getting into dangerous territory here, and I was not liking it at all.

"Listen up, Wlliams," I said harshly, actually coming to Black's defense. "You're mental if you think Black actually likes me. And you forgot to mention that you were acting like a slimy git as well. Were you jealous?" I was becoming angrier with every word and, judging by Chris's face, my hair was turning red. Again. I saw uncertainty flash through his eyes and Black grinned behind him. "That's what I thought," I continued when Chris didn't answer. "You keep your fat mouth closed about things you don't understand. I have half a mind to hex your ears off, you worthless little cockroach. Now get out of my sight." Williams, the coward, gave me a look of deepest disgust and hurried off the pitch.

Turning to Black, I saw another grin stretching across his face. "What are you smirking at?" I snapped.

"Nothing, nothing," he said. "But...that was brilliant, McKinnon."

To say I was surprised would have been the understatement of the year; I had expected him to tell me off for coming to his defense. Usually Black worked alone.

"Oh," I said. "Yeah, well, he pissed me off."

"I can tell." We started to make our way back towards the castle and I had a fleeting thought that this was one of the very few conversations I'd ever had with Black that didn't involve yelling, dueling or injuries. In fact, there was no fighting at all.

"That boy is off his rocker," I commented.

Black snorted in disgust. "I know. Acting like he knows everything about us. He's mad."

"Yeah," I grumbled, "telling us he thinks you like me. Stupid git. Everyone knows you think I'm a tempermental bitch who has no soul."

"Exactly!" Black said enthusiastically. "And everyone knows you think I'm an arrogant, pompous fool who struts round the castle like I own the place."

"Exactly," I said, nodding. "What does he know?"

"Nothing, that's what."

"I mean, we can hate each other if we want to," I said indignantly. We stopped in front of the large oak doors that opened as the entrance to the castle.

"Enemies?" Black grinned and held out his hand.

"Enemies." I shook his hand, looking up into his handsome face. He was so tall, I had to crane my neck to look at him, which is weird since I'm much taller than my friends. His silver eyes glowed in the light from the half moon that was just peeking out from behind a cloud. Looking at him now, it would be easy to mistake him for a completely normal, non-evil boy. But this was Black I was looking at - and he was currently staring at me with such intensity that I couldn't look away. We stayed locked in that trance for what seemed like hours, trying to figure the other one out. I could practically hear the gears grinding in his head.

Finally, I took a step back, breaking whatever had come over me. "Well," I said coolly, putting more distance between us as he continued to stare into my eyes. It wasn't until then that I realized I was still grasping his hand. I snatched mine back and felt cold air rush over the place his fingers had been. "Goodnight, Black." I left him standing there and hurried back to the common room.

I never noticed how devestatingly handsome Black was. I mean, everyone thought he was good-looking. I just never understood why.

When I climbed through the portrait hole, I saw Lily and Lo in the far corner, talking to James, Peter and Remus. It must have been something fascinating if Lily was actually having a conversation with them and not trying to murder James.

"I know," Lily was saying when I walked up, "they are just so - "

"Hi, Letta!" said Lo, spinning Lily around to face me. They both had on wide, slightly deranged smiles, and Lily was turning a bright red.

"Oh, h-hi, Letta. How, um, how was practice?" Lily had never been a good liar, so I instantly knew something was going on. I turned to the boys, who were all looking in different directions.

"Practice was fine," I said, looking at the five of them curiously. "What have you guys been up to?"

"Nothing really," said Lo. "Just hanging around."

"I see," I said slowly.

"Yeah, well, Moony and I have some, uh, homework to do, right, Moony?" said James nervously.

"Uh, yeah, right," Remus agreed quickly. "C'mon, Pete." The three of them scampered up the boys' staircase and out of sight.

"I should probably start that Potions essay," said Lily, her face returning to its normal shade. "But I think I left my bag in the library. I'll see you later, Letta."

"Wait, Lily, I'll come with you." Lo rushed after her before I could say another word.

I just sighed and headed up to the girls dormitory, thinking, since when does James Potter do homework?

Sorry this chapter is kind of short. I know Sirius's actions happen a little soon in the story, but I promise that there is a lot more to come. Trust me on this ;D Read and review, let me know what you think!


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