Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 29

A quick tap on my shoulder caused me to turn and see Narcissa Black's pretty face, "You did come! I knew it. Here, sit with us, if you are not sitting with the other staff members." The teenaged girl moved over. I took a seat next to her and Severus sat on my other side.

"Thanks." I smiled and looked at the sea of green we sat in. The other side of the stadium was an ocean of blue. "So Slytherin versus Ravenclaw?" I asked, leaning over to Severus and he nodded.

"Have you never watched a game of Quidditch, that's ruddy awful if you haven't; it's so much fun." The boy said to me.

"Not if I can help it. I'm not fond of broomsticks." I replied.

"Me neither," Narcissa agreed, "My mother thinks witches should not play such rowdy sports. What about you?"

"I had an accident once when I was a bit younger than you Miss Black." My confession was indeed true and as I remembered it, my hands began to shake.

"What happened?" Severus asked and watched me shove my hands into the pockets of my large cloak.

"My brother though it would be funny to play a prank on me. He was supposed to be helping me learn to fly, but instead bewitched the broom to take me a hundred feet in the air and drop me. I landed in some trees and broke most of my bones. Madam Pom—er—a witch healed me, and that's how I'm alive here today." I shook my head, glad that I had caught the slight detail of who healed me. It would have been odd indeed if a Hogwarts witch healed a young girl who was supposedly at the time attending a school in Germany.

"What was he thinking?" The young lady was quite appalled at my statement.

"He could have killed you." With a furrowed brow and frown, the eleven-year old boy shook his head in disbelief.

"Indeed, but I don't think he was thinking; he usually doesn't if you ask me. That's how little brothers are." I smiled and ruffled Severus's lengthy hair.

"I would've given him a jinx he wouldn't forget." Severus grimaced under his breath.

"Did your parents take away his broom or wand?" Narcissa asked.

"Oh no; I don't have any parents, I'm an orphan." I chuckled a bit to show that this matter was trivial to me, "My little brother is all I've ever had; I could never hurt him."

"Where is he now? Does he work at the Ministry of Magic like you did?" The question proposed by the girl at my side was infused with interest.

The two students were full of questions as we waited for the players to get out onto the field and up in the sky. I merely shrugged, "I lost him."

"I'm sorry," Severus sighed and looked awkwardly at the students sitting in the row ahead of us. Contrastingly, Narcissa said nothing and directed her attention to another girl who sat next to her and began chatting with the other student.

Pulling my cloak closer around me from the November chill, I shivered. Mostly to myself, I said, "He's not dead, but he just... doesn't like me very much anymore. But we all have loss, and we must learn to live with it and fight for ourselves."

The game began and I queasily watched the two teams begin playing the intricate game of Quidditch. Observation was my key to figure out the game. So, in silence, I watched and scrutinized each flyer. Two students set out in search for a small golden ball that could fit comfortably in one's hand, if they could catch it. This was called the Golden Snitch and was known for its speed and was difficult to find. With little silver wings, it propelled itself, unlike the two Bludgers that were enchanted to knock people off their brooms. That's where a pair of players called the Beaters came in; they were to protect their teammates from getting hit by the balls that were about the size of a person's head. Zooming past the crowd, the Seekers chased the Snitch that stealthily flew among the audience. I ducked and curled my black hair behind my ears and conjured a fur hood for my cloak. Snow began to slowly speckle down from the grey sky, but the howling of the wind could not compete with the cheers of the stands when the three Ravenclaw Chasers successfully scored.

"What just happened?" I said pulling my hood up for it had drooped over my eyes just as the screams of the Ravenclaws began.

"Their Chaser got the Quaffle through the middle hoop." Narcissa huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's complete rubbish. Laughalot was right there, he could have done something. Rubbish!"

A grimace appeared on my face as I saw the muddy-brown haired student blast on his broomstick to the other end on the field. "Now, if there is one thing I can teach you it's a Moving Charm." I whispered, leaning over to Severus and pulled out my wand. "Locomotor Bludger," pointing my wand at the burgundy leather ball, it paused and came under my control. With a swish, the ball hurtled between the players, the grip I kept on my wand slipped on purpose and the Bludger smashed the Slytherin captain in the back of the head.

"HEY BEATERS, DO YOUR JOB!" Laughalot yelled and I stifled a snicker.

"Try hitting a Ravenclaw off their broom." Severus laughed and pointed to a blond girl who raced across the field holding the Quaffle, a stationary ball, which she attempted throwing through one of the hoops in order to score.

"I'd rather not inflict unnecessary pain on children." I said and pocketed my wand, "But I will teach you some rather useful charms and spells." The sincere smile that lit my face held as I looked into the dark eyes of the young boy beaming up at me. Dear thing, never use magic for evil. Don't become like Tom.