Wandless

Game of my Guardians

Draco

Today was the first game of the Quidditch season. With Katie Bell out for who knows how long, it's almost been a month, Dean Thomas is in as her replacement. Such a shame, Bell was the better player. I actually liked her more than the other Gryffindors, sad I had to use her in my plan that epically failed.

I glanced back at my team. Everyone was dressed and looked ready to go, with the exception of our new keeper. I scowled at him. I can't believe he made the team. Urquhart pulled all of us aside to explain why.

Apparently Snape was watching tryouts and when Percy actually did really well, there was no way he couldn't say no. Also no one else tried out for keeper, so the position had to be given to Percy anyways. There was no way Percy was telling the truth when he said he's never been on a broom before.

At tryouts and practice, he would do these complex moves that were definitely not beginner level. His reaction timing would be incredibly fast and so far, no ones been able to score on him because he's saved them all. It's like he was meant to be a savior. Although he never looked down when he flew, only eye level and above.

I looked at Percy again. He was still changing. The pale scars on his body contrasting strongly against his tan skin. I saw it the first day when I was waiting on him to get ready. Not to mention when we removed his trousers and ended up with year long detentions. It wasn't abuse, not with Sirius Black, no way, but something happened to Percy.

The way he shifted so anxiously in the night when his cat was exploring and not with him. How he was always on guard, and up in the early mornings. When his cousins talked about or with him, there was always this protective aura about them. Like they were trying to prevent something else from happening to the boy.

"Are you ready yet?" Blaise asked Percy annoyed.

I realized I had looked away from him and was now staring at an empty space. When my vision returned to Percy, he was standing with his broom in hand, robes on, and cat on shoulder. I frowned and felt the displeasure of my housemates. Always that cat.

"Lets go." Percy prompted, starting to head to the field.

Immediately he was blocked by Blaise, Urquhart, and Vaisey. Crabbe, Goyle, and I came up behind him so when he tried to get some space he ran into us. His shoulders were tense, and his cat almost fell off. He eyed us all warily, facing no one in particular.

"Leave the cat here." Urquhart ordered him.

Percy scowled,"No. She's going to be at the game."

"Where?" Crabbe huffed.

"My cousin's will take care of her." Percy replied, bringing a hand up to pet said cat who purred happily.

Vaisey raised an eyebrow,"When will you have the time to give her to them."

Percy shrugged,"I'll just fly over and pass her off."

"No. You'll let a goal in." Urquhart argued,"She stays here."

Percy narrowed his eyes,"No. You can't stop me."

Urquhart glared at him, but with a nudge from Vaisey, they parted to let Percy through. Urquhart looked angry, but Vaisey's face was blank. Percy seemed surprised, and hesitantly walked through them. Blaise was just staring as Percy passed him. Once Percy's back was turned, in unison we all whipped out our wands and shot a stunning spell at him.

Jackson turned just in time to get hit by six spells. They hit him so hard, he flew into the wall, knocking things over. We all approached him, putting our wands away. He lay limp under multiple things. He groaned and his eyes fluttered open. I quickly snatched his cat from the ground and handed it to Goyle. The thing was clawing and growling.