Slytherin Weasley

Chapter 13

^Just Pretend its her okay guys and she doesn't pull away like he does.

The next few months passed quickly. I knew Ron was scheming but what the hell. It's not like I haven't broken a rule here and there, Okay more like every single rule in the book but the kid has to live a little. And after the events of Halloween, I trusted his friends to keep him alive and I relaxed a little. I stopped breathing down his neck and gave him some wiggle room to explore.

We played Gryffindor in the first match of the season, it started off well 60-20. It looked like we would win, but the snitch was non-existent. Harry and I danced around each other, watching and waiting until something strange happened. His broom started playing up, trying to throw him off, flying higher and higher. The crowd began to panic and almost everyone stopped playing, hoping he would be okay. After about 10 minutes, he slipped completely and was hanging by his fingers. Fred and George were circling below him, obviously waiting to catch him. I hovered, worried. This was Harry fucking Potter, the boy who lived, about to fall off of his broom and potentially die. It didn't last long. His broom just stopped and then he climbed back on and continued them game, I tailed him, still worried. I didn't have to be worried about him though, I spotted the snitch hovering a few metres up from the ground. I dived, Harry hot on my tail. Pulling up, I pushed forward, parallel to ground, neck-a-neck with Harry. I looked over at him, whilst reaching out for the snitch, to see him preparing to stand up on his broom. What the hell is he doing? He stands up, reaches forward and takes a small step forward. His broom goes forward and he falls knocking me off in the process. We hit the floor in a heap, I'm groaning. My head is spinning and I can't move it. I think something is broken. I can hear Harry next to me, he has sat up and is coughing. He lets out a sudden shout and stands up, clutching the snitch in his hand. Great. Gryffindor won. People are flooding on to the field to congratulate Harry on winning, but Madam Hooch is keeping them away, how bad am I? I'm trying to look around but its hurts to much.

I hear rather than see Fred and George rush over. They are calling me trying to find out what;s wrong. When they finally push through the crowd they drop beside me.

"Hey, Immy are you okay?" one of them asks.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" The other follows with.

"I can't" I get out teeth clenched together, something broken. It hurts to move my legs now as well.

"Where is Madam Pomfrey?" I try to shrug but it moves something in my neck and instead i end up letting out a shout of pain and the same voice, fred I think shouts for someone to go and get Madam Pomfrey. She comes hurring over and George explains what happened, She takes a look at me, then confirms that i have several breakages, whiles conjuring a stretcher and moving me onto it.

I think I must have passed out on the way up to the hospital wing, as I woken by soft voices. I recognized them but my brain was foggy and I couldn't quite work out who they were.

"Do you think she is okay?" Someone asked
"It's been days. She should have woken up by now." Another voices said
"It was a bad break. Madam Pomfrey is keeping her asleep to help her heal."

I wonder what happened then. I remember crashing into the ground, something about Harry and...
"The snitch!" I shout and sit up way too quickly. Clutching my back, I carefully looked around. I was in the hospital wing. Fred, George and Daph were sat around me staring at me in shock.
"You're awake!" She suddenly yelled, making me jump, before wrapping her arms around me in a hug. She pulled back, and then smacked my arm.
"You bitch! I thought you were going to die!"
"What! why?" I rasped, she hits hard!
"Immy," said softly. "It's Wednesday."
"It can't be" I protested
"We wrote to mum." George said.
"She's with Dumbledore." Fred cut when he saw my questioning face.
"They said if you didn't wake today, that they'd have to send you to st Mungo's." Daph finished.
A grin spread across my face.
"You really think I'd let them take me?"
"No" she sniffed "But I was still worried."
I smiled again before turning to Fred and George.
"What was it this time?"
"Two teeth, cracked ribs, chipper an-"
"Yeah, Yeah, get to the good stuff."
"Hairline fracture in the neck and two shattered vertebrae."
"Awesome!" I said. "I win."
"What ever." George said.
"I still think that broken leg was pretty epic"
"What broken leg?" Fred and I said in unison.
"Remember! When we were eight. You pushed me down the stairs."
"Oh!" I said "that one."
"One of our finer pranks, wouldn't you agree sister?"
"Yes Brother. I do enjoy the finer pranks in life." I said in my best imitation of Percy.
Just as mum walked through the door.
"Oh Immy, dear your awake."
"Hi mum."
"I was so worried about you."
"I'm fine mum really, just a bit of quidditch. Nothing I can't handle."
"But your spine."
"Mum. I'm fine. Look" I said and pushed myself of the bed and walked toward her. "Healthy as a horse."

"Miss Weasley!" A stern voice called from behind. "It's lovely to see you awake, but could you please get back in bed."
"Madam Pomfrey, I'm fine. Can't I just go back to the dorms please?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but mum got there first.
"Imogen, you get back in that bed and do every thing she tells you to do. And if I hear a single thing about you misbehaving.... I'm taking back your broomstick!"
So without a word I slid back into bed and let madam Promfrey do her thing as Fred and George giggled at the thunderous look on my face.

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