The Secrets of Ellewood (Harry Potter)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

(A/N) This isn't important, but hehe. Eleven. It's chapter eleven;) okay, I'm sorry I was just watching Stranger Things before I wrote this, I need to stop. Continue on with the story lol.

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I could not stop talking during breakfast. I could just not shut up, my first Quidditch Match was today. Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff. As excited as I was, I was also a bit nervous. Just last weekend, Harry played for the first time against Slytherin, and he was almost bucked off his broom, as well as nearly swallowing the snitch. Hopefully, this one won't be so eventful.

"Hello? Liv? Olivia! Did you hear a word I just said?" Liza shouted, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?"

"I said" she sent me a glare "that after the game, we should go down to the edge of the Lake to celebrate our win!"

"But what if we don't win?"

"Of course we're gonna win! You're our seeker!" They all smiled at me and surprisingly, I felt a lot better.

"Thanks, guys" They all nod and we walk down to the Quidditch Pitch.

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"You guys ready?" a chorus of whooping "Let's go win this game! Remember the game plan? Stick to it." I took a peek out at the stands. They were full, not a single seat was empty and for some reason, I felt more giddy than anxious. At the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle, we mounted our brooms and flew out onto the field. Taking my place in the air and watching as the Golden Snitch fluttered out of the box and took off. Taking a deep breath, I keep my eyes peeled for the minuscule orb.

Finally, I catch sight of it, flying higher and higher into the clouds. I quickly chase after it, drowning out the sounds of the cheering crowd below and focusing on my line of sight. Higher and higher, passing cloud after cloud. I can't hear my classmates anymore and I don't think the Hufflepuff seeker even noticed where I went. I felt a chill go down my spine, but gripped onto the broom handle tighter and flew on.

Until it stopped.

I didn't notice at first, but the snitch had started flying back down towards the stands and I was frozen in the air. Literally, unable to move, it was as though my broom was stuck. Unwilling to get off the broom and plummet to my death, I held on, unmoving. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and swivelled my head to the side, met with a blob of black smoke. I started to panic; the smoke looked just like the smoke that the guy giving me threats always disappeared into, and I didn't need that guy showing up now, while I was suspended on my broom more than 300 feet in the air.

I watched, helpless, as the smoke came to form a face. A face that I never thought I would see in real life. Only one word was whispered before I was falling, wind rushing in my ears and hair flying in my face. I slowly closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact.

When none came, I opened my eyes and tried to look around. I hovered about a foot above the ground and Draco was staring at me, wide-eyed, with his wand pointed towards me. When he noticed me looking at him, he abruptly pulled his wand back from shock and I hit the ground with a thump.

"Ow" I rubbed my head and as if everyone was snapped out of a trance when I fell again, people came pouring out of the stands. My friends and even people who I had no idea knew who I was gathered around me until Dumbledore shoved his way through, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey hot on his heels.

"Alright, move! Move! Give Miss Rosier some air!" Madam Pomfrey immediately started on shooing the crowd that had formed and then knelt down next to me.

"How are you feeling? Where does it hurt? Does anything feel broken?"

"No, no. I'm fine, just maybe a little bruised from the sudden drop. That and a bit shaken up." I say sheepishly and allow her to lay me on a stretcher and carry me to the Hospital Wing, clicking her tongue to herself the whole way there.

Apparently, I had fallen asleep on the way to the Infirmary,  because I awoke to light grey walls and white sheets. I felt sore and stiff, voice croaky and scratchy when I talked, and my eyelids felt heavy. None of this was even from the fall, but from the dream I had. It wasn't so much of a dream, more like a replay of what happened at the Match; chasing after the snitch, the smoke, the face, the fall.

"Oh! You're up! Here, take this then relax. You've been excused from your classes for the day." Madam Pomfrey rushed over and handed me a cup of a purple liquid. My nose crinkled in disgust, but I gulped it down anyway and laid back, letting the nurse fuss over me.

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Later that day during Free Period, Luna, Liza, Melia, Sammy, Hermione, and Draco came to see me. They all came in a group and added more candies to the already monstrous pile at the foot of the bed. But that was the thing: they came in one big group. Which is weird, because normally Draco and Hermione can't stand each other. I wasn't so worried about the rest of them, but those two must have really been worried about me to forget that they despised each other long enough to check on me. I was extremely confused, but the thought sent warmth through my chest.

We talked and talked and they told me about what's been happening all day and the rumours about me, and Hermione -being the person that she is- gave me all of my missed homework. I told them about my dream, deciding to leave out the information on whose face I saw in the smoke, and eventually, they started filing out of the room. Almost everyone was gone, only one person remained. Suddenly, the dam broke. I don't even know what happened or that I'd even been holding in all of these tears, but I threw myself into's Draco's arms and buried my face in his shoulder. He just held me, awkwardly stroking my head and waiting patiently for me to gather myself, which I very much appreciated. I wiped my eyes and sat back on the bed, avoiding Draco's eyes.

Merlin, that was so embarrassing...

"It's okay. You can talk to me, you know. I'm always here for you."

I sighed and nodded, not able to hold it back for much longer. So I didn't. I told him everything, starting from Fluffy, to the Match this morning, still leaving out the identity of the face in the smoke, though; I told him everything I'd been trying to tell him in all those burnt letters. When I was finished he looked at me and pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear.

"Do you know who's face you saw in the smoke?"

I took a deep breath.

"Voldemort's."                             

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