"Katie, you don't know what it could be" I hear a girl say to Katie Bell as we walk away from the 3 Broomsticks.
"Harry?" Ron whispers.
"What?" Harry asks.
"I know what I'm doing" Katie says.
"Did you hear what she said back at the pub about me and her snogging? As if" Ron says.
"Don't be so rude" I say to Ron, shaking my head at him.
Hermione wraps her arms around Ron and Harry, walking along side them and acting drunk when the girl who was talking to Katie screams.
"I warned her. I warned her not to touch it"
Katie's body moves side to side, then picks itself off the ground, hovering high with her hands held either side of her and her mouth open like she's trying to scream, but nothing comes out.
Her body then drops to the floor and I take a step closer to her.
"Don't get any closer. Get back, all of you" Hagrid says, making me back up.
"Oh no, no, no" Ron says lightly.
Hagrid picks up Katie, and Harry goes to the thing that's on the ground, wrapping underneath a box.
"Do not touch that, except by the wrappin's. Do you understand?" Hagrid says.
Harry bends down and moves the wrapping out of the way, a blue necklace on the snow.
~~~~~
"You're sure Katie did not have this in her possession when she entered the 3 Broomsticks?" McGonagall asks Katie's friend.
"It's like I said. She left to go to the loo, and when she came back, she had the package. She said it was important that she deliver it" her friend relies.
"Did she say to whom?" McGonagall asks.
"To professor Dumbledore"
"Very well, thank you, Leanne. You may go" Leanne leaves "Why is it when something happened, it is always you 4?" McGonagall asks us.
"Believe me professor, I've been asking myself the same question for 6 years" Ron says.
I turn to the sound of footsteps to see Snape coming in the room.
"Oh Severus"
Snape goes to McGonagall and takes out his wand, using a levitation spell to lift it from its case
"What do you think?" McGonagall asks.
"I think Miss Bell... Is lucky to be alive"
"She was cursed, wasn't she?" Harry asks "I know Katie. Off the Quidditch pitch, she wouldn't hurt a fly. If she was delivering that to professor Dumbledore, she wasn't doing it knowingly"
"Yes, she was cursed" McGonagall says.
"It was Malfoy" Harry says, making me turn to him and furrow my eyebrows.
"That is a very serious accusation, Potter" McGonagall says.
"Indeed. Your evidence?" Snape asks.
"I just know" Harry answers.
"You just... know" Snape says in his monotone voice "Once again, you astonish with your gifts, Potter. Gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be to be the Chosen One"
"I suggest you go back to your dormitories. All of you"
~~~~~
"So, tell me, Cormac, do you see anything of your uncle Tiberius these days?" Slughorn asks.
Me, Harry, Hermione, Neville and a few other students are at Slughorn's club, eating treats and talking.
I'm sitting next to Neville, who is next to Hermione, who is next to Harry.
"Yes sir. In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minister of Magic over the holidays" Cormac says.
"Oh, well, be sure to give them both my best. What about your uncle, Belby? For the lot of you who don't know, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything knew?"
"Don't know. Him and dad don't get on. Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish. Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day"
"What about you, Miss Granger? What does your family do in the Muggle world?" Slughorn asks Hermione.
"My parents are dentists" Hermione replies, but the room goes silent, everyone turning to her "They tend to people's teeth"
"Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?" Slughorn asks.
"No" Hermione answers, then pauses "Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once. He needed 10 stitches" Hermione says, making me chuckle.
The door then opens and Ginny's on the other side, looking in the room.
"Ah, Miss Weasley. Come in, come in"
Ginny comes in slowly.
"Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again, her and Dean" Hermione whispers.
"Sorry, I'm not usually late" Ginny says, Harry standing.
I stifle a laugh at their cuteness as Hermione looks Harry up and down.
"No matter. You're just in time for dessert, that is, if Belby's left you any" Slughorn says, then laughs.
"What?" Harry asks Hermione.
"Nothing" Hermione replies.
"So, about parents, Y/N, what do your parents do?" Atlas asks, a smirk on his face.
"I'd rather not talk about my parents"
"Why? Are they that boring to talk about? Are you ashamed of them?"
"I don't like talking about them because they're dead, Posyden"
Yes, his name is Atlas Posyden. The Posyden family are all Slytherins and value pure-bloods, just like the Malfoys. They're basically the Malfoys.
I get up to leave, but Neville grabs my wrist.
"Stay, Y/N. You're my friend, so it's not the same without you"
I turn to Neville, smile at him, then sit back down.
"Don't mind that manky old prat" Neville whispers in my ear, making me chuckle.
"I won't, thank you" I say, hugging him and pecking his cheek.
~~~~~
Ron came into the Great Hall, wearing a Keeper's uniform, which made other students laugh at him and throw comments at him.
He sits down next to me, looks at his food, then looks up at Hermione and Harry.
"So how was it then?" he asks.
"How was what?" Hermione asks.
"Your dinner party?" Ron asks.
"Pretty boring, actually" Hermione answers.
"Except when Y/N yelled at Atlas that her parents are dead" Harry says.
"Ha ha! Orphan!" a guy says, pushing me into the table so hard, it knocks the wind out of me.
I stagger to get my breath back, then hold my stomach.
"Dumbass!" I yell at him.
"Though, I think Harry enjoyed dessert" Hermione says, making me chuckle.
"Slughorn's having a Christmas do, you know. And we're meant to bring someone" Hermione says.
"I expect you'll be bringing McLaggen. He's in the Slug Club, isn't he?" Ron asks, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Actually, I was going to ask you" Hermione says.
"Really?" Ron asks, sounding sarcastic.
Lavender comes up behind Ron and taps his shoulder.
"Good luck today, Ron. I know you'll be brilliant" Lavander says, then leaves.
"I'm resigning. After today's match, McLaggen can have my spot" Ron says, clearly shaking with nerves.
"Have it your way" Harry says, bringing a water goblet closer to Ron "Juice"
"Sure" Ron says.
I'm sure Harry put something in Ron's cup, but I don't say anything about it.
"Hello everyone" Luna says, making me turn to her.
"Luna, you look amazing!" I say, staring at her lion costume.
"You look dreadful, Ron. Is that why you put something in his cup?" Luna says, looking at Harry.
"I knew it" I say, turning to Harry.
"Is it a tonic?" Luna asks.
Harry openly puts the bottle of Liquid Luck in his pocket.
"Liquid Luck. Don't drink it, Ron" Hermione warns.
Ron, despite Hermione, drinks the whole goblet of juice.
"You could be expelled for that"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Harry says.
Ron gives a cute smirk, then proceeds to get up from his seat.
"Come on, Harry. We've got a game to win" Ron says, shaking Harry's hand.
"Well, you'll be against me, so we'll see about that"
"What'd you mean?" Harry asks.
"I made the Slytherin team"
"That's great" Luna says "What position?"
"Uh, Beater" I say proudly, thinking about the twins.
"That's Fred and George's position" Hermione says, smiling at me.
"Yeah. I miss him. It's not the same without him or George" I say "Atlas got into the team after I got in, so... jealousy? Anyway, I've got a Gryffindor team to beat. See you on the pitch"
"See you"
~~~~~
My team's Chaser grabs the Quaffle, alerting us to get in formation. We fly across the pitch in a triangle shape, hitting a few Gryffindors on the way.
I grip my bat firmly and smash a Bludger with it, hitting the Gryffindor Chaser right in the stomach.
Another Chaser gets hold of the ball and shoots, but Ron defends the goal, cheers from Gryffindor covering the pitch.
"Come on!" I yell out to my team.
Ron keeps defending the post while I keep hitting players with the Bludgers, almost getting Ginny in the face by mistake.
I yell a 'sorry' to her as I pass her, then eye the Quaffle.
I toss my bat to another player and grab the Quaffle, maneuvering around all the Gryffindors and throwing it as hard as I can in the left hoop, Ron's right, getting it in.
Cheers from Slytherin are loud and clear as I race my way back to the Chaser I gave my bat to, getting it back from them.
Ron defends another goal, the crowd chanting his last name as loud as they can, clapping along and lowering my confidence in winning.
"Get the hell out of my way!" Atlas yells at me, crashing into me and knocking me off my broom.
"Y/N!" I hear Draco yelling as I feel myself free-falling from about 40 feet.
A tear escapes my eyes as I close them, waiting to hit the ground.
Something grabs my arm, so I open my eyes and look up, seeing Draco holding onto my arm.
"What the hell are you doing on the Quidditch pitch?!"
"Saving your life. Now get up" Draco says.
He pulls me up while I pull myself up, sitting behind him and wrapping my arms around his stomach. He lands my broom on the side of the pitch, away from the game.
"I need to get up there. Slytherin are going to lose" I say.
I go to take my broom, but pain shoots throughout my arm, making me grab onto it and groan.
"What's wrong?"
"My stupid arm. I must've dislocated it when you grabbed it saving me" I say.
I touch my shoulder and feel it's very loose, so I grab my arm from the elbow, then push it upwards quickly, yelling in pain as it gets back into place.
I swing my arm around and feel a bit of pain, but feel good enough to fly. I take my broom from Draco and quickly fly, grabbing my bat from the ground before zooming up.
I black out, however, when I feel something hard hit my head.