AN: Hey readers! If there's anything you would like to see more of, I'm open to suggestions! Should I put in more Remus or Harry fluff? Thanks for reading wether you comment and vote or not! Thanks ChickenPond79 (if you like Doctor Who, check out her stories) and ElisaThompson, I appreciate the comments and votes and support!

Anna woke up early. Too early. She had nightmares. One after another. She dreamt of Lily and James' death, poor Harry and his horrible life, Harry and his friends dying, dreams of Remus being hurt or in trouble or dead, and even Sirius Black. Whenever she thought of Sirius, she felt confused. All evidence pointed to him, but in the back of her mind she would never truly accept that the man who'd always been so kind to her, would be so cruel. Remus seemed convinced though and she wasn't going to bring up such painful things to him.

She tossed and turned, trying to go back to sleep, but her efforts were fruitless. She decided to get ready for the day, even though she had no idea what she could do this early. Her prayers were answered, however, when she stepped out into the hall and saw Oliver Wood rushing down the hall.

Anna grinned, "Hello Oliver! Quidditch practice?" He grinned back with entusiasm, "Yeah, I'm going to whip the team into shape in time for the Gryffindor vs Slytherin tournament!" She held back a giggle. It was funny how pumped he got over quidditch. She played the sport herself when she was a student. James and Sirius talked her into trying out. She hadn't really thought she'd get a spot on the team but, to her surprise, she got to be a chaser, Sirius got to be a beater, James got to be the beloved captain and chaser, and Remus pouted in the crowd next to Peter, Lily, and Molly for being the only one not on the team. He was supportive though.

The memory brought up an idea, "You know Oliver, I could help if you want. A lot of the teams seem to have forgotten the old school moves that we used to do back when I was in Hogwarts and I think that knowing those moves could give you an advantage over those snakes." Oliver seemed to be trying not to explode with excitement, "That would be amazing!" She grabbed her broom from her room and Oliver nearly dragged the poor witch all the way to the quidditch field.

The only time he stopped was to tell some of the already awake players to wake up the others.

When they got there, he passed her some old quidditch gear that would fit her: some elbow pads, knee pads, and a pair of leather gloves. By the time they got there, most of the team weren't present yet, so Oliver told her she could take the time to warm up before the team arrived and Anna grinned evilly at the chance to show off. She gripped her broom and got ready to take off.

The broom Anna held was an old, but timeless, model. Anna didn't care for the fancy new brooms that the stores now sold. She believed that a truly great quidditch player should be able to win on any type of broom. Her feet pushed off the ground and she smiled as the wind whipped the hair, that she had tied into a neat ponytail.

She shot straight up and dropped down. She flipped and went in circles. She began to loose herself and became unaware of her surroundings as she did the complicated twirls and spins and defense maneuvers that she had done over and over again as a teenager until she mastered every move possible.

She sighed and made her way back to the ground, only to find the whole team had been watching in awe. She smirked at their incapability to speak and did a low bow. The team clapped, Fred and George whistled, and Harry seemed surprised. He had seen a couple quidditch photos, but he hadn't really known how good she was until today. She smirked, "And that, boys, is why you should never underestimate a player based on their gender. Am I right Ladies?" She turned to Katie, Alicia, and Angelina Johnson, the only girls on the team. The girls nodded, looking accusingly at some of the boys.

Oliver turned to his team and pointed at Anna, "You see that? That's what we are going to be what gives us our edge. Mrs. Lupin brought it to my attention that over the years, while all of the newer moves were being discovered and used, a lot of the effective, old fashioned quidditch moves have been forgotten. These are moves that most of the other teams have not used or seen, because they weren't old enough to remember. If we learn these moves, the Slytherins, will have a lesser chance of knowing how to counter them. We will still be doing our other moves, but I have a good feeling that, with the professor's help, we will cream them in the next match."

The team stilled seemed a little out of it from sleep deprivation, but they seemed excited about this idea, so with renewed confidence, Oliver pointed at the drawing boards he was standing by and began going over their strategy. It took a fairly long time for Oliver to explain. Some of the teammates fell asleep and Anna absentmindedly transformed her gloves into different objects with magic.

When Oliver was finished he turned to his yawning teammates expectantly, "So, is that clear? Any questions?" Anna quickly turned the rabbit in her lap back into her gloves before the quidditch captain could notice. George jerked awake from where he'd fallen asleep, "Yeah, why couldn't you have told us when we were awake?" Anna was trying not to laugh, but Oliver was furious.

Anna cut in, trying to save her fellow prankster, "Actually Oliver, he has a point. Hear me out. When I played at school we had a really determined Captain and he would make us get up at outrageous times and cause us to skip meals and do you know what happened?" He shook his head. "We lost. BAD. Everyone was too exhausted from lack of sleep and a couple had to go to the nurse because they passed out. Our seeker couldn't focus, our beaters didn't have enough strength to hit anything, and our chasers were too slow and sloppy. Nobody remembered the plays because everyone was half asleep when they were told to us. They may be wizards, Oliver, but they still need sleep and nourishment. If you keep this up, then half of your team are going to fall off their brooms from exhaustion. If I were you, I would have them all practice during free period and you could provide snacks down here if you want to have them skip a meal to practice. They could have five minutes to eat and then they could hit the practice field. You don't want to have this team fall to pieces in front of the Slytherins."

Oliver nodded, "Alright, fine." Ron and Hermione walked down and sat in the stands. Ron rubbed his eyes, "You guys aren't done yet?" Harry explained the situation and they friends nodded and waved to their favorite professor. Harry and the team finally were told to start practicing and Anna decided to join them. As they were practicing, Anna noticed a blonde boy in the stands, taking pictures. She couldn't see his from her broom. She turned to Harry, "Do you know that boy in the stands?" Her nephew grimaced and shook his head.

Anna made her broom catch up with Oliver and pointed out the boy. Oliver immediately called all of the players back to the ground, in fear that a Slytherin was spying on them. He asked the team who he was, explaining that a Slytherin might be trying to take pictures of their new training methods, but Harry told them it was a Gryffindor. George piped up, "Besides, the Slytherins don't need a spy." Oliver glared at him, "Why not?" He pointed to the other side of the field, "Because they're here in person." The team groaned. "Why do they have to ruin everything." someone complained.

A group of students with green robes and smug looks on their faces approached the Gryffindors. Oliver walked to the front and Anna stood beside him, arms crossed. Draco's eyes widened at the sight of her and she smirked. Severus must have punished him good. Oliver marched up to the Slytherin Captain, "Flint! I booked the field! We got up specially!" The buck-toothed Slytherin smirked and passed him a piece of paper and told them he had permission from Snape to train their new seeker, Draco Malfoy.

Anna held back a groan. Her friend could be a pain at times. She thought about just letting the Slytherins take the field, even though it was against the rules but then she saw the pleading looks the entire team were sending her and sighed before grabbing the note and reading it over, "I see, and did Severus mention that it does not say anywhere in the rules that a teacher can kick a team off a field to train a seeker? Did the Gryffindors get to kick you off the field to train Harry?" The Slytherins shook their heads.

She narrowed her eyes and tried to mimic the look McGonagall always used to give James when he was up to something, "Mr. Flint, if teams were aloud to disregard the rules and take away another team's practice time to train new teammates, then teams would add new members every week. I also think it's an inadequate excuse to the steal an entire playing field from an entire team, because you only need to train one person. Send Professor Snape my apologies and my reasonings and tell him I owe him one later. Thank you!" Oliver smirked at Marcus Flint and Anna glared at the Slytherins, daring them to questions her. They nodded and stomped back to the castle.

As soon as they were gone, the Gryffindors erupted in cheers and Oliver clapped her on the shoulder. Harry smiled proudly. Fred and George started bowing at her feet, "We are not worthy! We are not worthy!" Oliver ordered everyone to get back to practice and asked Anna to follow him to the bleachers to talk.

Anna turned to Olive, "What is it?" He put an arm around her shoulders and steered her to the bleachers, "Mrs. Lupin, how would you feel about coming to every quidditch practice this year?" She grinned, "A hoard of hungry dragons couldn't keep me away. Tell me if they bother you guys again. Did you see the snazzy brooms the Slytherins had? I bet you ten Gallons that Malfoy's Daddy, 'Mr. PimpCane,' bought those." He nodded grimly and looked at her hopefully, "You wouldn't happen to have any of those would you?" She laughed, "On a teacher's Salary? You're funny. Sorry Ollie, I can only work miracles that aren't money related. You don't need them anyways. A truly great quidditch player can win on any broom." He smiled, but didn't look convinced. She patted him on the back, "You guys finish up practicing and then come up to eat." He nodded and she left the quidditch field to go to the great hall, feeling hungry herself.

She plopped down next to a slightly annoyed and very amused Severus Snape, "You can't ever just let me win can you, Anna?" She raised an eyebrow as she tore apart her omelet with her fork and lifted a bite halfway to her lips, "It's quidditch, Severus. Letting you get away with sabotaging the Gryffindor's practice would be letting down my young, adorable, impressionable, little lion cubs, to whom I have grown quite attached to." She put the fork in her mouth as he smirked in amusement, "And what about my Slytherins?" She shrugged, "They can get special treatment as soon as they stop acting like stuck-up pricks. Seriously, their the only house that only either picks on or avoids the others. The terrifying thing is that most of them are probably going to end up controlling the ministry."

Severus shook his head, "You know I was a Slytherin." She nodded and gave her surrogate friend a pointed look, "Yeah and they got you in all sorts of trouble." He scoffed playfully, "Says the Marauder." She was about to retort when she felt a tug on her robe and turned to see Sophia Bray standing behind her looking troubled.

Sophia was a small girl with dark green eyes and fair skin. She usually kept her long blonde hair in a neat braid, but didn't seem to care much for fashion. Sophia was an excellent writer according to Professor McGonagall and she, herself, had the pleasure of reading one of the young girl's stories. She was one of the Ravenclaw girls in her class and, in Anna's personal opinion, a joy to teach.

Anna turned to Sophia with a polite smile, "Hello, Sophia. How's that mystery novel, you've been working on? I better be the first to read it when it's finished." Sophia smiled and nodded quickly, "It's going great Professor, but that's not why I'm here. Harry sent me to tell you to come to Hagrid's hut. Apparently, there was incident." Anna's eyebrows furrowed in worry and nodded, "Thank you Sophia, I'll go right away." Anna casted Severus and apologetic look and quickly left for Hagrid's.