"I almost forgot. Our secret weapon!" shouted Wood. A voice came from behind the Gryffindor stand, a voice that sounded very familiar to Harry's ears. "Wood, I'm not your secret weapon. I'm not even a weapon,"

Walking out from behind the stands, dressed in Quidditch robes, cornered with the four house colors, the Hogwarts crest in the center, and a number two thousand and one flung over her shoulder, Amelia stood in the field with a grin on her face. "Surprise!"

"What are you doing in Quidditch robes? You can't play," shouted Harry in disbelief.

"One, rude. Two, yes I can, and I am. I am the new Hogwarts Quidditch Catcher!" grinned Amelia triumphantly with a glint of mischief in her eye. "What's a Catcher" asked Fred.

"Sounds made up," said Geroge.

"Piss off," sighed Amelia. "Dumbledore invented it after the tumble Harry took the last match. With that and the many head injuries that happen during games, he thought it would be best to have someone flying around above matches to catch anyone who falls off their brooms; to minimize damage and injuries. And believe me, the Weasley twins don't need any more head injuries." there was a snicker of laughter from the Gryffindor team.

"Madan Hooch, did you know about this?" asked Harry, feeling embarrassed that Dumbledore thought he needed protection on the field.

"Yes, I did, Potter, and I agreed. Dumbledore thought it necessary for the safety of all students playing and thought Amelia would be the perfect Catcher." Harry's face heated, turning red. He felt embarrassed.

"But why her?" asked Ron, pointing to Amelia." She is tiny," Amelia looked herself up and down then did the same to the team. Ron was right, she was tiny especially compared to the other players. Amelia could see why they thought this would be ridiculous.

"Becouse I'm the best you got," said Amelia, pointing to herself with her thumb. Fred chuckled. "We're doomed."