Born A Weapon

crash landing

(tw: injury/ grief/ child abuse) 

fair warning this one is a very sad/painful one so just a warning beforehand

Song for chapter:
I bet on losing dogs -mitski-
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16-11-1996

After weeks of intense training, we were finally ready for the highly anticipated Quidditch game. The excitement buzzed in the air as we gathered early in the morning on the pitch, the sun just beginning to rise and cast a warm glow over the field. Harry, our captain, had been working tirelessly to refine our strategies, and he felt a strong sense of confidence that this time we would claim victory.

As we approached the locker room, a mix of nerves and exhilaration surged through us. We quickly changed into our uniforms, meticulously donning our robes and protective gear. Laughter echoed among the team as we shared inside jokes and reminisced about our training sessions. The sense of camaraderie only heightened our anticipation, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as we prepared to take the field.

H: right everyone gather round

As everyone emerged from their changing cubicles, a sense of anticipation filled the air. They gathered in a semicircle around Harry, who stood confidently beside the chalkboard. The board featured a detailed drawing of the pitch, complete with markings that indicated our specific positions.

Harry took a moment to survey the group, ensuring everyone was focused. He began a lengthy briefing, outlining our tactics and strategies for the upcoming game. He emphasized key plays, explaining our formations and how we would adapt to the opposing team's style.

After what felt like an eternity of discussion, excitement began to build. With a final nod from Harry, signalling that everything was clear, it was time for us to head out onto the pitch, ready to put our plans into action.

As we stepped onto the pitch, brooms clutched firmly in our hands, an electric wave of cheers and shouts thundered from the stands, which were vibrantly adorned in shades of red, yellow, and blue. The colours seemed to pulse with the excitement of the crowd, creating a lively backdrop against the crisp air. Lately, I had observed with growing concern that the Slytherins were becoming increasingly isolated. Ever since the conclusion of our fourth year, a palpable shift in sentiment had emerged, with more and more people expressing disdain toward them.

Standing at the heart of the pitch, anticipation buzzed around us as the game kicked off. In an instant, I leapt onto my broom, soaring into the air in search of the elusive golden snitch. As I ascended, my eyes scanned the field below and, to my delight, I spotted Luna, resplendent in her red and gold attire. A warm smile spread across my face, enveloped in a wave of pride and affection that surged within my chest. The camaraderie and spirit of the game surrounded us, intertwining our hearts with a shared sense of purpose and determination.

As the game progressed and I dodged bludgers and quiffles as they soared through the grey November cold I didn't see the snitch for a while and I was convinced that it was just hiding behind one of the banners or way higher up. Suddenly me and Draco locked eyes with the snitch floating in mid-air between us both. We surged towards it at an ungodly speed but as we came closer and closer we seemed to realize that we were getting scarily close and so did the crowds because screams and yells erupted from the crowds as we crashed into each other.

We went flying to the dank green grass we were at least 5 stories up and on the way down we knocked down Ron and Harry. Ron was trying to stop a bludger and Harry was going after the snitch.

All four of us collided hard into the ground only being slightly slowed by a slowing charm from Dumbledor but all 4 of us were knocked out cold as we hit the floor in a heap and rolled across the sharp green grass

17-11-1996

I awoke to a throbbing pain in my head as if a heavy weight were pressing down on me. With a groan, I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to soothe the relentless ache. My leg throbbed painfully, feeling as though it had been shattered into pieces. As I held my head, I felt the bandages tightly wrapped around my head, a stark reminder of whatever had happened to me. I struggled to piece together the events that had led to this moment, but the haze of confusion made it difficult to remember.

I pushed the blanket off of my body to see that my leg was in a cast I had broken my leg pretty badly when I fell to the ground. I pulled the blanket back up and leaned back closing my eyes and sighing as reality came back into view a little

(Start song here)

Then... I heard a familiar voice next to me I looked to my left and in the bed next to me was Draco who seemed to be doing okay but was still a little groggy around him stood his father Lucius and his mother Narcissa.

For a fleeting moment, a warm glow spread through me as I watched his parents approach, their faces radiating care and concern, ready to envelop him in their unconditional love. It was a heartwarming scene that filled me with joy. Yet, that joy was swiftly eclipsed by a pang of bitterness, as the painful thought struck me: my parents would likely dismiss the letter from the hospital wing. The letter, which detailed the incident, would probably go unread,

I looked away to my right but I was met with the sight of all the Weasleys surrounding Ron who had had a worse fall and was still unconscious it warmed my heart once more to see all of them surrounding their brother/child and once more my heart broke as I remembered I had no siblings and my parents were probably out there drinking or ending peoples lives.

As I gazed ahead, a sense of yearning washed over me, mingling with the sadness that weighed heavily on my soul. In the soft glow of the room, I spotted Hermione, her brow furrowed in concern, and Sirius, his expression a mix of worry and resolve, alongside Remus, who offered a comforting presence. They were gathered closely around Harry, who sat quietly sipping steaming tea, the warmth contrasting with the chill of his injuries. Madam Pomfrey moved deftly, her hands skillfully adjusting his bandages, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible amidst the chaos around him.

I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion crash over me as warm tears began to gather in my eyes, ready to spill down my cheeks. The ache of my parents' absence surged within me, a grotesque mixture of sorrow and longing that felt like a thick, revolting potion rising in my throat. As the salty tears finally broke free, they traced down my face, each drop a reminder of my heartache. I curled up tightly against my pillow, burying my head deep into its softness, desperately trying to muffle the sadness that threatened to consume me. The softness of the fabric offered little comfort against the storm of grief swirling inside me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching the pillow to my chest as if it were my mother, yearning for the warmth of her embrace. In that intimate moment, my mind wove a vivid tapestry of memories and fantasies—her chest rising and falling softly against me, each gentle breath a whisper of comfort. I could almost hear the soothing words she would utter in a world of my creation, words that promised safety and love. I envisioned her delicate, bony arms wrapping around me, the way her fingers would intertwine with mine, creating a bond that felt both protective and nurturing. The tears spilt down my cheeks as I mourned a mother who had never truly left but who I had lost years ago, long before I could even crawl, leaving a void that a mere pillow could never fill.

26-11-1996

My broken leg healed with the help of skelegrow and eventually all 4 of us were good as new.

Harry sat next to me one afternoon in the common room as I was braiding my hair and he placed a letter on my lap.

H: did you get a letter from that Slughorn chap as well??

I looked down at the letter and recognized it

D: yeah?? Are you going? Because I'm not too sure about it he is kind of scared of me or something

H: maybe remember what Dumbledor said at the beginning of the year...maybe he is scared you'll be like your father

D: maybe...

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Authors note:

chap= guy or man