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I have received the most amazing amount of support and love ever, and to thank each one of you individually would require an entire chapter's worth of replies, so I'm only going to say that I thank you all, and I much appreciate it. You are all wonderful, and I am so sorry for the wait, please forgive me! I had to get a new laptop, and it took forever to get everything transferred from the old dinosaur. I apologize a billion and six times for the wait and hope you aren't to angry to read and enjoy!

All of you are awesome, and I have a lot of stuff planned for the next few chapters that will either make you love me or hate me.

AND FOR YE WHO POINTED IT OUT: I'm so sorry, see, when I'm writing these chapters, I'm either looking at another read the book fic so the words are on my laptop screen instead of trying to manhandle my book and type at the same time, or I'm just talking to my friend, and random names find their way in. I try to change them all back to 'Hari' but sometimes I miss some. Forgive me?

AN: Just so your warned, if you didn't gather from the summary, there will be lots of changes to the books. Most of it will be exact, but I reserve the right to play with it as much as I want. I understand some of it may seem unrealistic, but hey it's fan-FICTION, it doesn't have to be completely realistic. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind.-Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

And I hope that this helps reading. I tried to separate the book from the rest.

IMPORTANT: I'm making Sherlock 25. He met Hari when he was a 15 year old druggie, and cleaned himself up. She was 5.

PS: No RTB this chapter. Sorry. But hey...QUIDDITCH! (BTW: Whether or not the Slytherin team is accurate, at one point or another, they were all on the team, according to various sites. If I'm wrong please tell me.)

Previously:

The next morning I was rudely awoken a small body diving onto my bed with considerable force. The human projectile yanked away one of my pillows and whacked me with it, gently, but with enough force to make certain I was awake. "SHERLOCK! IT'S GAME DAY! GET UP! BREAKFAST IN HALF AN HOUR!"

With that, Hari bounced on the bed a few times, yanked the covers off, and tumbled to the floor. I groaned, not appreciating the hangover, even though I switched to butterbeer. Hari laughed and then tossed something at me. "Professor Snape stopped by earlier, said that'd help."

I fumbled for it, and finally grasped a small bottle. Without hesitation I uncorked it and downed the contents. Immediately I felt the effects, and clambered from the bed. Grabbing my bag, I quickly changed in the bathroom, before emerging to find Hari lounging on the couch. She was dressed warmly, thick warm up pants tucked into tightly laced boots and a long sleeved black thermal under her jersey. She handed me a brush and i quickly did her hair into a tight braid as she chattered about the game. We headed down to breakfast, where full plates were handed to both of us by Hermione and John.

Hari ate in record time before grabbing the broomstick lying on the table and racing out. Six other broomsticks were on this table, and seven were on the Slytherin table, indicating some sort of tradition. One by one players grabbed their rooms and left the hall, which was loudly discussing the upcoming game, and avoiding the books for the time being. As we were escorted out to the quidditch pitch, I found my self quite taken with the grounds. I didn't have an exterior to my mind palace, so I decided that Hogwarts would do nicely. There was a palpable excitement and tension in the air as we mounted the stands, and then a great roar erupted as everyone cheered when the teams came out. No one from either side booed the opposing team.

I found myself leaning forward eagerly as they mounted their brooms, though they kept their feet planted as the two captains approached the center of the field, brooms under their arms.

CH: 11 (Teams: G: Angelina Johnson- Captain/Chaser Katie Bell-Chaser Alicia Spinnet-Chaser Ron Weasley-Keeper Twins-Beaters Hari-Seeker S: Crabbe and Goyle-Beaters Urquhart-Chaser/Captain Vaisley-Chaser Malfoy-Seeker Warrington-Keeper Bletchley-Chaser)

HPOV:

After I woke up, I dressed warmly. The chill is the only thing I dislike about flying. Then I went to wake up Sherlock, a potion in hand from an irritable Professor Snape. I dove onto his bad, hitting him with his pillow, then yelling and jumping on the bed. I lose my balance and tumble to the floor, clutching the covers in surprise and dragging them with me. I climb to my feet, rubbing my hip and toss him the bottle before going and lounging on the couch to give him some privacy. He comes out dressed impeccably and warmly, in clothes that cost about as much as my broom in true Holmesian fashion. He does my hair up quickly, and then I lead him down to breakfast, and he puts up with my obsessed rambling the whole time, only giving me an amused look, rather than voice the annoyance he would feel for most people.

Hermione and John gave us rather over-full plates, and I knew Sherlock would have trouble eating it all. I, however, bolted mine down, snatched my Firebolt, and tore out of the castle to go warm up. The second I kicked off, I yelled with glee and rose fast before diving, arms flung out to either side, stopping only feet from the ground before dismounting and stretching carefully, waiting for the rest of the team. They join me after only a few minutes and Angelina let Wood lead the official warm up. We stretched, we did push ups, jumping jacks, took a light jog, and did some breathing exercises to cut down on light-headedness before Wood was satisfied that Angelina hadn't been letting us slack off.

We file onto the field and I glance up and see everyone visiting in the teachers section, even the Dursleys, though they seem less than pleased.

The Slytherin team filed on and Urquhart was courteous enough to not crush Angelina's hand, unlike his predecessor. Madame Hooch gave us quick lecture on playing a clean game, though it seemed like forever before the whistle was blown and we kicked off, rising as one unit to game height before soaring off to our respective locales. Game. On.

3rdPOV:

Those of the crowd who had never seen a quidditch match, minus certain muggles, were jittery and excited beyond belief. Every one around them was keyed up beyond belief, already cheering and screaming as the players took to the air. As one they split apart and settled into position and the crowd fell silent, waiting.

"THE TEAMS ARE IN POSITION...THE QUAFFLE IS RELEASED AND THE GAME BEGINS!" Lee Jordan yells into the megaphone to be heard over the roar that erupts the moment the scarlet ball leaves Madame Hooch's hands.

"SLYTHERIN TAKES POSSESSION AS SEEKER BLETCHLEY PERFORMS A SPECTACULAR DIVE! HE PASSES TO URQUHART! URQUHART PASSES T- OH! CHASER JOHNSON MAKES AN INCREDIBLY DARING INTERCEPTION! GRYFFINDOR IN POSSESSION!"

A scream erupts from the crowd as Angelina nearly falls from her broom as she spins, leaning down to swipe the quaffle and using the momentum to right herself. She hurls the ball to Alicia who tucks it under her arm. Katie dives pass Alicia to receive the scarlet ball and Hari rockets toward the Slytherin beaters to keep them away from the bludgers. Crabbe swings at Hari, who dodges neatly, and flies off.

"THE GRYFFINDOR SEEKER KEEPS THE SLYTHERIN BEATERS FROM TARGETING CHASER BELL, CHASER BELL'S FLYING TO THE GOAL...SHE SCORES! 10-0,TO GRYFFINDOR!" Hari soars over the crowd, causing muggleborns to begin stamping their feet and clapping their hands rhythmically. The thunderous noise dies down quickly as she keeps circling, scanning for the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN TAKES POSSESSION WITH CHASER URQUHART SPEEDING ALONG THE PITCH! HE DROPS IT DOWN TO BLETCHLEY! BLETCHLEY MANUEVERS THROUGH THE GRYFFINDOR CHASERS! HE THROWS IT TO VAISLEY...VAISLEY FUMBLES IT, BUT HE RECOVERS! HE THROWS IT! KEEPER WEASLEY...MISSES! 10-10!" A great groan rises from the crowd as the quaffle glances off Ron's fingers, but drop through the goal. He swears and swoops after it to return it to play, tossing it to Alica who rockets up in a nearly vertical climb and speeds across the pitch before anyone from Slytherin can get to her level. She starts diving so she can score when a bludger hurtles her way and cartwheels to dodge, the crowd screaming. She drops the quaffle to grab her broom and the other chasers race to reach it first, elbowing and slamming each other so much Madame hooch blows her whistle and calls a penalty shot for both teams.

Ron manages to block the Slytherin shot, and Warrington blocks the Gryffindor shot.

The teams all resume their previous positions when Hari spots a glimmer of gold at the opposite end of the pitch and she shoots off diving down, down, down, reaching out. she's still several feet away when there's a scream of "HARI! ON YOUR LEFT!"

She looks over and jerks down sharply, going nearly vertical to avoid the bludger rocketing at her, and she makes it with seconds to spare, feeling the slipstream of it's passage tugging at her broom. She keeps steady, but when she looks, the snitch was gone. Swearing, she rises back above the stadium to circle and search. She tunes into the commentary, keeping an ear out for everyone.

"WITH SEEKER POTTER NARROWLY DODGING A BLUDGER, THE SNITCH IS STILL IN PLAY AND IT'S ANYONE'S GAME! TIED AT 10-10!"

The crowd roars, a cacophony of disappointment, excitement, and relief as the players keep flying. Fred dives down to gain force in the next bludger he sends rocketing at the Slytherin chasers, all of whom were foolish enough to cluster for a moment as they prepared to steal the quaffle from the oncoming Angelina. The hurtling projectile sends them scattering, and Angelina manages to slip past them, making her shot and...

"GRYFFINDOR CHASER ANGELINA SHOOTS... AND KEEPER WARRINGTON SAVES IT! NO POINTS TO GRYFINNDOR!"

After that Ron managed to block three more shots, keeping the game tied as play got nastier and nastier. Bludger bats clipped players, quaffles met noses, elbows struck flesh, and Madame Hooch's whistle was blown so often it sounded like a continuous note. Then all of a sudden, the players on the field unanimously and silently agreed to be on their best behavior. They continued playing hard, but nowhere near as dirty, and points began racking up.

Slytherin's score climbed from ten, to twenty, then thirty, forty, fifty, peaking and holding steady at a hundred and ten, Gryffindors score remaining consistently ten points behind.

And the entire time, Malfoy dogged Hari constantly, marking her every move. Hari got fed up with being unable to properly search for snitch, and decided to pull Malfoy off her tail.

So Hari dove.

Straight down at perfectly vertical dive, she hurtled toward the grass, pulling up well before a collision, with Malfoy just feet behind her, barely managing to stop before angrily soaring off as Lee whooped in delight, bellowing about the near Wronski-Feint maneuver Hari managed to pull off as she drifted back up to search, though he has to struggle to be heard over the current commotion of muggleborns are bellowing in the stands, singing defiantly at their rial houses, "WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU! WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!" The song having began after an outbreak of 'Weasley is our King'.

Hari laughed to herself as everyone began to settle down and then she saw the glimmer of gold from across the pitch. There was the snitch, and Malfoy had seen it as well. They glanced at each other for a split second, then took off, zooming across the pitch, robes whipping in the wind, looking like they were headed for a direct collision. When the spectators realized what was happening they waited, collectively holding their breath, as the two seekers screamed toward each other.

Their hands reached out and they lunged forward and there was complete silence before Lee bellowed: "GRYFFINDOR WINS! SEEKER HARI POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH BY A MERE HAIR AND GRYFFINDOR WINS, TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY TO A HUNDRED AND TEN!"

The entire stadium erupted into cheers as Hari flew toward her team, changing to horrified screams as a bludger, struck by a bitter Crabbe (AN: It was in the books, right, that Harry got brained after the win by crabbe or goyle's bludger of bitterness?) slammed into Hari's skull and she and her broom went tumbling toward the earth.

Moments before she struck she slowed by Dumbledore's magic, only to land neatly on a padded scaly back, belonging to a massive red fire-drake.

HPOV:

I came to slowly, hearing vague voices drifting around, and groaned, causing absolute silence, then a rapid outbreak of babbling.

"HARI! You're awake! Thank goodness!"

"Hari, you'll never believe what happened!"

"Oh Hari! I'm so glad you're ok!"

"Hari you were out for so long!"

She let out a pained whine as she tried to sit up and Neville stopped her. "Madame Pomfrey said to take it easy,and not move. She couldn't heal you right up in a second, too dangerous."

His voice was a bit shaky and she peeked over at him "Wha' happened?"

"Gryffindor won, but Crabbe tried to kill you after. Dumbledore tried to punish him, but Fudge and Umbridge have managed to stop him,because the toad still technically has the most power here, and are trying to blame you for provoking the attack."

Everyone packed around the tiny figure in the bed scowled angrily for a moment, before Hari asked who caught her, causing Mycroft to cautiously step forward.

"Sherlock did, Hari...he thought it best that I...explain."

"It felt like scales when I landed."

"It...ah...was...You see..." He takes a deep breath "Sherlock and I originated long, long ago..."

He tells Hari the tale of elves, and dwarves, of halflings, and men, of orcs and goblins, and great fire drakes. He explains that one day, the fire drakes, who once possessed the ability to pass as other creatures, were cursed, and all of their shifting powers were locked deep in the earth, and the dragons slaughtered until only two remained. He told her of Thror, who found the lost powers locked in a precious jewel which gleamed in a rainbow of its own light, and of the dragon greed that befell him, until Smaug, a red drake,one of the final two,attacked his kingdom, claiming it and the stone. He told of of Thorin, and the quest to kill Smaug, and the shattering of the gem, resulting in fire drakes being free to change once more, their returned powers reflected in their odd eyes.

Hari looked at him quietly for a moment. "So you and Sherlock are fire drakes from several thousand years ago."

He gives her a solemn look. "We are. Hari...please, this doesn't change us. We are still the same and.."

He was cut off by her attempt to hug him, and he hugs her tightly back, reassured.

Everyone else is silent for awhile as they digest the news, and eventually drift off to get their lunches as Sherlock finally comes to Hari, having waited to be assured that HAri wanted him around after finally learning the truth. He hugged his soon-to-be-official daughter and she nestled into him exhaustedly as she ate her own food, then fell asleep again, unaware and uncaring that all anyone in the castle could talk about was the match, the dragon, and the books. Sherlock and his and Hari's group of family and friends were discussing it themselves, but only to clear up any confusion over Sherlock's and Mycroft's abilities and any plans they add for the time spent reading the books, as they helped Madame Pomfrey run tests and and scans on her sleeping charge.

AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.