Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Eight

"Reese, where did you get that scarf?" Ashton asked once her and Grace arrived to the Quidditch game.

"Don't worry about it." Reese replied.

"But I don't think it's—"

"I said don't worry about it."

"Alright! But I mean, you're a Ravenclaw and you have one! I couldn't find mine." Aspen and Grace stared at Ashton until realization hit him. "Wait a minute, that's mine!"

"No idea what you're talking about." Reese replied.

"Reese!"

"Fine!" She took off the scarf and gave it back to Ashton.

"Hey Reese," Grace nudged her shoulder, "don't Fred and George play as well."

Reese nodded.

"They're the beaters. Hey, they're starting!"

As the crowd cheered, the fourteen players rose up. Harry rose up farther, followed by Draco who gave a nasty comment.

Harry had no time to reply before a Bludger came racing towards him.

"Ohh, that was close!" Cried Aspen.

George hit the Bludger towards a Slytherin, but it went right back towards Harry.

Harry dropped to avoid it, and George hit it towards Malfoy. Yet once again, it changed course and shot towards Harry's head.

Harry flew around the field, the Bludger flying after him.

"Bloody hell," Reese muttered. "That bloody thing won't leave him alone!"

Fred hit the Bludger, knocking it off course. But somehow, the Bludger chased after Harry and forced him to fly at full speed.

Then came the rain. It fell heavily on Grace's head.

"My hair isn't meant for rain!" Shouted Reese as she covered her head with a hat.

"What's the score?" Asked Ashton.

"Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero—" Lee Jordan was interrupted by the Slytherins' shouts. Ashton groaned and tugged at the end of his scarf.

"Someone has tampered with that Bludger." Grace whispered go Aspen.

"Or it's just focused on Harry." Replied Aspen as the Gryffindor team called a time out.

"But it shouldn't be focused on him for the whole game!"

"Maybe it just likes Harry more." Grace sighed, not wanting to argue.

The rain fell more heavily as the game continued. The Bludger still went after Harry, but no Fred and George were there to help. Harry was doing twist and turns as he tried to dodge it.

Malfoy stopped to make a comment at Harry. Harry just sat there as the Bludger raced towards him.

WHAM

The Bludger smashed into Harry's elbow. Grace was sure it was broken.

"Ohh, that looked like it hurt." Commented Reese.

Harry lunged forward, and his fingers reached around the snitch. There was a cheer from the crowd as Harry fell towards the mud.

The crowd cheered louder as Harry opened his hand to reveal the snitch, then he passed out.

• • •

Aspen, Grace, and Reese felt very out of place as they stood in a crowd of Gryffindors. They watched as Lockhart leaned over the boy.

"Oh, no, not you." Moaned Harry once he came around.

"Doesn't know what he's saying," Lockhart said to the Gryffindors'–and the one Hufflepuff and two Ravenclaws. "Not to worry Harry, I'll fix your arm."

Reese and Grace stole a glance from each other as Harry protested.

"Lockhart will just make it worse." Whispered Reese. Grace nodded.

"He might end up killing him." Grace added. They focused their attention back to Harry and Lockhart.

Harry was trying to get Lockhart to stop, but it was too late. Lockhart cast his spell.

The crowed gasped as they stared at Harry's arm, which no longer contained any bones. Colin Creevey began to take pictures.

"Ah, yes, well, that can sometimes happen." Grace no longer was listening as Harry made his way to the hospital wing.

"You know Professor, Harry told you several times that he didn't want your help!" Grace shouted. People turned to look at the girl—all were quite shocked—for Grace has never spoken to a professor like that.

"Yes, but I was just trying to save him a trip to the hospital wing." Lockhart replied.

"And now, Harry will have a longer and more painful trip to the hospital wing. You should really learn the meaning of the word no, Professor." Grace walked off towards the hospital wing.