I walk down towards the quidditch pitch with Fred and George.
"So, fancy new seeker Potter going to help you win for once?"
"Oh yeah. Like we need a famous seeker to win, but yes, probably. Fancy new seeker Potter is going to help us win for once."
"Well... maybe I'll decide to root for you. Just for today?"
George laughs, "Nah, you would never live down the shame of rooting for a Gryffindor. Ever."
As we get closer to the pitch the sounds of hundreds of students gets louder. "Are you sure you'll be okay? There are a lot- and I mean a lot of people down there..." George glances at Fred, who nods.
"Same amount as are in the great hall every meal time."
"Yeah... but... they'll be pretty rowdy at the match, much worse than meal times."
"I'll be fine." I just have to make sure I don't accidentally shift. That's all. Easy peasy. "Perfectly fine. Don't worry. Just win for me, 'kay?" George grabs my head and hugs me quickly. Fred ruffles my hair as they walk over to the locker rooms. I smile and wave before finding a seat next to Draco. "Hey girl!" I laugh as Draco rolls his eyes.
"Last time I checked I was a guy, but no matter. You sure you'll be okay? I hear the audience gets pretty rowdy."
"Like I told Fred and George, I'll be fine promise." Right as I finish speaking, the teams fly into the air, and the crowd explodes. My brain goes numb.
I have to get out.
I have to get out.
HELP ME
Draco grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me. "Hey, HEY! LUPA!" I don't recognize his voice. I'm not even sure what happened.
Lupa tenses up beside me as soon as the crowd starts yelling. Her face is blank. I try shaking her and calling her but she doesn't react.
She stares blankly at me for a moment and then she blanches, she cowers down into her seat.
"Please don't hurt me..."
"What? Lupa! I'm not going to hurt you! Look at me, It's Draco! It's me!"
"Don't hurt me... please..." What does she mean? Why is she so scared?
"Lupa... look at me. I'm. Not. Going. To. Hurt. You. I would never hurt you."
Lupa's eyes seem different, odd, feral even. Her breathing is way too fast, she should have passed out by now.
"Hey, It's me. Draco. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe with me. You're safe Lupa." She nods slowly and takes my hand.
"Don't let go." she whispers.
Draco is holding my hand. And Potter's broom is... weird? How did this all happen?
"Hey, what's happening to Potter's broom?" I scan the pitch and my eyes lock on Wood, who is lying on the ground.
Three broken ribs. Cracked skull
How do I know that?
Something is going on in the teachers section.
"HOLD UP! Professor Snape's robes are on FIRE! Draco! Professor Snape's robes are on FIRE!"
"LOOK AT POTTER!" Someone is shouting. Harry is back on his broom, and he's -- Choking
Harry lands haphazardly on the ground and looks like he's about to hurl.
Oh my gosh! Harry!
What's going on? I'm so confused!
"HE GOT IT! HE GOT THE SNITCH!" An image floats into my mind.
Two, black-gloved hands clutch the golden snitch as it feebly flutters its intricate gold wings
what was that?
"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Draco sighs and stands up.
"That was disappointing. Oh well. Slytherin will win next time."
"Probably." I smirk and run over to Fred and George, who laugh to see the disgusted look on Draco's face. "You won!"
"You bet we did!" I glance over at Flint who is shouting at Madam Hooch.
"He didn't catch it! He nearly SWALLOWED it!"
"Almost as unfair as stealing your beaters bat and illegally disabling the enemy keeper!" Madam Hooch turns and stalks away from Flint, who makes an obscene gesture at her back and walks in the opposite direction.
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Fae Queen of Slytherin
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