Alora Snape // A Fred Weasley Love Story

Chapter 9: Quidditch Accident

Oliver's practices were brutal.

Three days each week, it didn't matter what the weather was, they practiced through it.

A practice drill, Oliver had Alora and the other chasers do was fly around the 3 goal posts, catch the Quaffle, pass it diagonally, then try and get it past Oliver. -Who was the best keepers at Hogwarts-

They scrimmaged a lot, Alora was so exhausted some days she almost got hit with a Bludger a few times.

After their last practice before the first game Oliver gave one of his long speeches.

"Slytherin is our first game. With the training we've been doing, I definitely believe we will win tomorrow." He finished.

"Sure we will Oliver!" George said enthusiastically.

"We got the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever had, Malfoy can't see the snitch ever if it hit him in the face." George said hitting Harry on the shoulder.

"Indeed we do. Now you all get some rest and be ready for tomorrow." Oliver said clapping his hands together.

After dinner everyone went back to their corridors for bed.

Alora was exhausted walking up the stairs and into the common room, but once Alora's head hit her pillow she was wide awake.

After all those practices all Alora thought about was Quidditch.

Now her head was full of thoughts:

What if they lost tomorrow she wouldn't hear the end of it.

How Draco was being a bigger ass then usual.

Alora thought about how her and Fred have been sneaking around for weeks, one day Fred found a couple of Fireworks in his suitcase and him and Alora set them off in Moany Murtle's bathroom, and the fit she had made the two of them hurt with laughter.

The biggest thing on Alora's mind was her father, ever since The Quidditch World Cup Alora couldn't shake the feeling that Snape was hiding something from her.

Alora looking around at the other dark and silent beds, everyone was sound asleep.

She looked up at the ceiling, then got up and quietly went down to the common room.

The fire was still lit, sparks popped and the yellow, orange, and red flames were bright.

Alora sat in front of it and put her chin on her knees.

She stared at the hypnotizing flames, Alora swore she saw her mother's face in the fire once.

Alora sat and thought:

Had Arthur lied?

Did he lie about her father joining Voldemort?

Was her own father a Deatheater?

"No" Alora thought.

"I'm overthinking this, if he was, he would've told me.....right?" Alora stared into the fire.

What if she just asked?

Would he tell her or just wave her off like he always did.

Alora heard a sneeze behind her, she turned around and saw Fred in the stairwell.

"Trying to sneak up on me huh?" Alora asked smiling.

"Maybe" Fred smirked back "I can't sleep." He said walking over to sit next to her.

"Yeah me too first game jitters, I'm too excited a nervous." Alora said still looking into the fire.

"Is that all?" Fred asked looking at her.