"theres a girl who lived?!" Harry exclaimed.
"yeah, you bloody idiot, my sister! Well... adopted sister." Ron muttered. "She was nearly killed by You-know-who on the streets at the age of 7 though, so barely anyone saw, that's why she isn't as famou...
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I stood anxiously waiting for the match to start. Harry insisted on walking in next to me instead of George, so we let him. I fiddle with my broom stick, plucking at the wooden branches at the top. Along with Harry, I had the fastest broom ever created, so far. It's the little things my parents send to me every year from Azkaban. They get guards, pay them to buy it, and get them to track me down and owl it to me.
"You ready?" Harry says, nudging my arm lightly with his elbow.
I shrug my shoulders as an answer. "I don't think I'm scared to play, it's just the fact that it's raining like crazy," I point out.
"Don't worry, it's like playing normal quidditch you're just cold." Harry reassures me. I nod slowly before the gates started to open and everyone got on their brooms and flew into the pitch.
-TIME SKIP-
We were half way through the match, and so far I had scored 6 points for Gryffindor, putting us in the lead. I'm starting to get annoyed with the rain, silently praying that Harry would catch the snitch and the match would be over. Then, I see Harry and the Hufflepuff seeker chasing on each others tales. They must have found the snitch. I grab the quaffle that was flying towards me and start to move towards the Hufflepuffs hoops, tossing it into the highest hoop, scoring. The crowd erupted in more cheers on the Gryffindor side.
Then, from the corner of my eye, I can see Harry and the seeker for Hufflepuff flying away, going after the snitch. They were off the pitch and since it was foggy, they couldn't be spotted. A few minutes later, my eyes land on the Hufflepuff seeker falling out of the sky, his hair completely burnt off. I gasp lightly as one of his teammates catch him before he could hit the ground. Just as I was about to score another point, I could hear yelling from the crowd. Distressed yelling. I whip around, passing the quaffle to a different chaser who scores the point. I then see a red cloak falling from the sky. Harry. But his hair wasn't burnt off. This time, a dementor came swooping down, towards Harry who was falling, quick. I grab my wand which I had kept in my boot, and make my way to Harry, catching him right at the last moment before he would hit the floor. His broom on the other hand? Destroyed. I curse under my breath before lifting my wand at the Dementor who was still chasing after us.
I yell out the spell to get it away from us, a bright, white light coming out my wand. The stadium goes quiet as the dementor is pushed away by my patronus. I land safely on the ground, placing Harry on the wet land. I pat his face lightly trying to wake him up as other teammates and teachers start running over. I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I look up to see McGonagall holding onto me.
"Come, dear." She says. I nod through threatening tears and move away from Harry.
Dumbledore hovers his hand over Harry's face and body, turning to look at me. "He was attacked by that dementor that you sent away." I nod slowly. "Very impressive, Miss Weasley. 100 points to Gryffindor." I knew it wasn't time to smile while my friend was attacked, but I still gave Dumbledore a thankful smile and nod. Dumbledore picks Harry up and starts walking. "Tell Madam Pomfery that she has a new patient, would you, Minerva?"
