Coming Back

Chapter Eleven

I was walking to the common room when I saw Marcus, who looked troubled about something. He caught a glimpse of me and began to run to my side.

"Nova!" he called. I turned as Marcus ran faster and caught up to me as I sighed. Carrying a Quidditch uniform in hand.

"Marcus," I glanced and let out a short laugh, "Uhm, when are tryouts?" I asked as he sighed.

"Tryout's will not be held this year. We've had something come up," He whispered, "And since you were out, there has been someone else rise to the occasion. He knows his way on the broom and his father's profits could benefit this team."

"S-So I'm not on the seeker anymore?" I asked, "does that mean I'm not playing anymore Quidditch?"

"No, and yes," he sighed, "you will be on the team just not the seeker."

"T-Then, who is?" I asked as anger filled my body.

"Malfoy, he's pretty good," he shook his head, "it may be a shock but he knows strategies that even I don't, he says we need to use them on the field."

"But surely he could be a chaser or something and use his strategies, they don't necessarily work with the snitch!" I said as he shook his head.

"Nova, don't be like this, he wasn't my first choice either," he said frowning once more.

"And what am I?" I asked angrily.

"Chaser," he whispered.

"Chaser? Flint are you serious? Sure I lost one game last year, one game, and I'm not the seeker anymore. I don't even know how to run that role!"

"You'll be a natural, I swear," he said as I hugged out a huge breath of air and went to my room before getting stopped by a chuckle and a smirk.

"Chaser! Now huh Potter?" I heard a foul voice say behind me, "looks as if you downgraded."

"Malfoy shut up! The only reason you got Seeker is that your father's money! It's not based on skill or anything! I fucking hate your guts, you took the one thing that actually mattered to me!" I scoffed running into my room and throwing myself on my bed.

"UGH!" I screamed as I lied my head on the bed. What am I going to do? I'm never going to be a seeker! I rubbed my face and turned my head to see a new Nimbus2001.

Of course, Draco's father would give us new brooms just to spoil Flint to make Draco be on the team. I got up grabbed the new broom then ran downstairs. I went straight to the Quidditch field. That was the only place for me to feel alone. I jumped on the broom and took off. It felt as it I was flying all around the world at top speed. It didn't feel like mine though. It was sleek and beautiful. It wasn't mine. It felt bought in. It felt like a cheap way of me losing my role.

After several moments of thinking, maybe Liza was right. Maybe I did care about Draco. Maybe that's why this hurt a whole lot more than it should've. Maybe I did care enough about him to think he purposely did this to hurt me and hurt my brother.

I had barely noticed the tears form in my eyes until I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the whomping willow. The tree stood there untouched by anything, still looked like a nasty death wish upon any man.

I sighed and began to get closer and closer imagining what it would do to me. It could break my spine once more, crack my ribs, cause me to internally bleed, cause me to have another concussion.

Nobody would know I was down here either. I would and could die.

"Nova!" Said a red head running to me. I pulled my broom all the way down.