Deepest desire (a Harry Potter fanfic) book 2

chapter four

Saturday came and so did the first Quidditch match of the year and my first match as a player, I was as nervous as anything, but when I put on my green Quidditch robes and gloves and boots I seemed to calm down. I went down stairs for breakfast hoping I could make my way to the Stadium unseen but the Gryffindor team was already down there, huddled at the long, empty table, all looking uptight and not speaking. I tried to sneak by un-noticed but Fred looked up and saw me, at first he thought I was just another player, but he looked back at me and saw who I was, I looked at him apologetically then looked away.

As eleven o’clock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air. I went into the Slytherin changing room to get ready; I looked around feeling odd the only comforting thing was my broom which I never put down or let out of my sight. As our team came out into the pitch we were greeted with the cheers of the Slytherins, and soon after the Gryffindor team came out; a roar of noise greeted them, mainly cheers, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard too.

“On my whistle,” said Madam Hooch, “three … two … one …”  

With a roar from the crowd to speed us upwards, we all rose towards the laden sky. I flew off to my place in front of the Slytherin goal posts and watched as the Quaffle was thrown from player to player. Three times the Quaffle came near me but before I had a chance to block someone else would stop it and threw it back, they weren’t risking me missing the shot and letting Gryffindor score.

I saw Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed towards my side of the pitch. I could see a Bludger chasing him all the way. What’s going on? Fred was waiting for the bludger. I looked in front of me and saw Angelina come at me with the Quaffle, she threw it to the left side goal and I flew to stop it. As I blocked the Quaffle a Bludger flew at my hand from the side, it hit the back of my hand and snapped it forward, I have no idea where the Quaffle went but my hand killed; the bone was broken from the top of the wrist to just below the bottom. I looked around for the Quaffle and heard Jordan Lee, who was commentating, say, “Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero.’

I stopped a few more goals then Madam Hooch’s whistle rang out, signalling for a time out. I came down next to the other Slytherins trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my wrist, Madam Hooch was walking towards the Gryffindor team, the other Slytherin team members were jeering and pointing at Harry. Madam Hooch had joined them.

The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hooch’s whistle, we all kicked off into the air. I watched as Slytherin went for goal, every time the Quaffle came near me I blocked it. The Quaffle was thrown to the nearest hoop, and I over reached to block it, I caught the Quaffle but fell off my broom holding on to the middle with my broken hand; it hurt so much and I had to bite down on my tongue until I tasted blood to stop myself from crying. I threw the Quaffle to the nearest Slytherin and tried to climb up again but I didn’t have to, Harry had caught the snitch and Gryffindor had won. I let the broom float down the muddy ground and let the broom fall to the ground, my hand was killing me and I didn’t wait to let Lockhart see me and try to fix my wrist so I headed to the Hospital wing clutching my broom with my good and as well and cradling my hand.

 Madam Pomfrey was fixing my hand up, which did completely break the bone and since I was holding on to the broom when I fell off the bone in the hand had moved away from the tenders and muscle in my wrist, when Harry came in escorted by Ron and Hermione. I looked at his arm; it looked like a flesh covered glove sticking out of the sleave of his robe, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t pleased.

“You should have come straight to me!” she raged, holding up the sad, limp remainder of what had been a working arm. “I can mend bones in a second – but growing them back -”