Fix me /A George Weasley fanfiction/ [1] *correcting mistakes rn*

Chapter 5 ''Broken dreams and bruised hopes.''

ALL CHARACTERS FROM THE FOLLOWING TEXT BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO HER.

Mona's P.O.V.

Two weeks had passed since the school started, and there was some really surprising news for everyone. Harry Potter, the amazingly Boy Who Lived, the one who survived You-Know-Who was officially the new Gryffindor's seeker. I was outside, on the quidditch pitch, with Slytherin's quidditch team, dressed in Slytherin's quidditch robes, with my broom in my left hand. Marcus was saying something, and I wasn't listening actually, I was talking with Terence.

''Why aren't you paying attention, Avery?'' Asked Marcus with his arrogant, irritating voice.

''Whatever was the hell that you were saying I hope it's not the same old hell you say every other training, you know, I kinda learned it, every single word, I mean, I'm hearing that for last 3 years.'' I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

''Watch your mouth, you could be easily replaced.'' Marcus glared at me.

''I think that could be done latter. Right now we need to think about how to win against that brat, Harry.'' I said, glaring back. ''Terence is a great seeker, but you know, with Harry on Gryffindor's side, other members of their team could be encouraged. ''

''What are you trying to say, actually?'' Marcus rolled his eyes and turned around, looking frustrated.

''Am I speaking Japanese? Are you even listening to me!?'' I yelled at him, and he quickly turned towards me, looking angry. ''Their team members think that Harry is great, so now they are feeling more confident than before, so that means they are more dangerous that before!'' I said all in one breath.

''You know, she is kinda right..'' Miles said, putting a hand on my left shoulder.

''Alright then.'' Marcus sighed. ''We'll listen to you.''

''I ain't going to talk, I'm going to play.'' I grinned and jumped on my broomstick. I flew up and made some circles around the pitch. ''AND YOU, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, AN INVITATION?'' I yelled,and everyone flew up too.

''Mona thinks she's so scary when she yells, oh poor creature.'' I heard someone yelling from the ground. I looked down and saw Seira, alone, sly smiling. ''Marcus, why are you even keeping her in the team, she's useless!'' She laughed and Marcus flew down to her, so they started to laugh together. I just rolled my eyes.

''Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what's useless and what's useful,she doesn't play quidditch.'' Miles giggled.

''I'm not listening to boring people.'' I winked, and we both laughed.

Suddenly, I've felt a little dizzy, and I let go off my broom and I felt how I am slowly leaning back, then, I'm falling. I felt myself falling, how my body cuts the air, and then, sudden pain, after few moments just nothing. Darkness, it was painful too.

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''Is she alive?'' 

'' Of course she is!'' 

''Are you sure?'' 

''SHE CAN'T DIE, SHE'S SLYTHERIN AND WE DON'T DIE, WE JUST GO TO ANOTHER WORLD, TO BE BADASS THERE.'' 

I heard voices over myself, I think I'm laying. The darkness starts to clear, and I felt a little headache. I actually couldn't feel my arms, and legs, well, actually nothing. I opened my eyes, and saw Aurora, Arabella and Anastasia standing beside my bed, their faces over myself seemed pretty worried.

''Merlin's beard! You bitch!'' Arabella yelled at me, and I slowly grinned.

''Told ya she's alive.'' Aurora smiled and took a deep sigh. ''You were unconscious for maybe 4 hours.''

''What?'' I asked, smiling. ''And you stayed with me?''

''Yeah, and twins were here too, but they left, telling us they had some work to do.'' Anastasia said.

''Hope they're doing some revenge prank on Seira.'' Arabella said angrily.

''Why on Seira? ''I asked.

''Oh well... You fell from your broom by some spell that Seira cast.'' She rolled her eyes and crossed her hands.

''Now, ladies, give Miss Avery a chance to breathe, back off, back off!'' I heard how Madam Pomfrey yelled.

''We're leaving, but we're coming back,we promise.'' Anastasia whispered and all of them left.

''Haven't saw this kind of injury for a long time.'' Madam Pomfrey said, sitting next to my bed.

''When am I going to be back at quidditch, madam?'' I asked.

''Well, It looks like..'' She touched my hand with one finger , then she touched the other. ''Does it hurt?''

''Mhm, a lot.'' I said, biting my lip.

''Just as I thought... Young lady, you can't play quidditch anymore. '' She shook her hand, and stood up.

''Excuse me?'' I asked, surprised. My chin dropped down in shock. ''Like, never?''

''I'm afraid so. But right now, you just need to relax, medications won't be needed right now.'' She said, and then left.

I felt horrible. Some stupid bully ruined the only thing that I really enjoyed in, she ruined my chances, my everything. There is nothing worse than that. I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my face. It felt warm, so I guess I've fallen asleep.

Dreams I had were pretty confusing, and I didn't remember much of them. 

As I woke up I saw a red haired boy, sitting next to me on the right side, with his head on my bed, sleeping.

''George?'' I whispered, trying to move my arms.His name was basically the first thing that came to my mind.

''Mona?'' He whispered back, and opened his eyes.

''What are you doing here?'' I asked, smiling.

''Well I was worried about you, of course.'' He raised his head, and rubbed his eyes. ''I guess you're feeling better now.''

''Yeah..'' I nodded, still smiling. ''Well thank you for caring.''

''Now that deal about butterbeer doesn't count anymore.'' He grinned and I giggled.

''It's still a deal, even trough I'm not going to play..'' I sighed and looked at my right arm, all bruised.

''Nah, I'm buying it, It's on me.'' He said, leaning towards me. He kissed my forehead and stood up. ''And now when you can't play quidditch, look at it from the bright side, now you must pull pranks with Fred and me, because what other thing would you do in a free time?'' He grinned.

''Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll need to study because this is a school?'' I grinned back at him.

''But where's the fun in that?'' He asked and I stayed silent. ''See? You're always welcome to ask me if I wan't to make you a prankster''.

''Shoo!'' I giggled and yelled, and then he ran out.

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Hey guys, this is the shortest chapter so far, but the next chapter is going to be a fast forward.

You know, I'll start to write from Mona's 5th year, golden trio's 3rd, and don't worry just 'cause Mona called Harry a brat, that doesn't mean she hates him. She 'insulted' him because she was angry on Marcus. That's clear now.

See yah soon xx