The Other Granger- COMPLETED

Chapter 39

Elaine's POV:

As the school year progressed, the weather only grew colder, and that meant one thing...Quidditch season.

I decided not to play quidditch this year, but I was always really excited to watch the matches. Gryffindor did great this year, and were in the finals. Right after Christmas break was the biggest quidditch match so far this year...Slytherin vs Ravenclaw. This game decided which team would be versing Gryffindor for the Quidditch Cup.

The morning of the match, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I bundled up in coats, scarves and hats to go down to the field. As we walked down towards the field, it started snowing and hailing. "Let's try to get under the covered section," Hermione suggested as we slipped and slid our way towards the stands.

Unfortunately for us, the section of the stands that were covered were completely full. So, the four of us found a spot next to Neville, Luna, and Brandy.  Brandy and Draco were not on speaking terms, which was actually great for me.  My jealousy subsided completely, and I was so happy to have him all to myself. 

Before the match even started, we were all completely frozen and soaked. My hair was drenched and it was hard to keep my eyes open long from the icy wind. "Welcome everyone to the last match before the Quidditch Cup! Today is Slytherin vs Ravenclaw," the announcer began, and then introduced both teams and their members. Of course, I wanted Draco to win, but then I'd be torn when Slytherin would verse Gryffindor in the championship.

When the players kicked off, I watched Draco the entire time as he dove and circled the field looking for the golden snitch. Slytherin was playing very dirty this game...it was clear they wanted to win badly. They were getting penalties left and right, especially because of Crabbe and Goyle, the beaters. They continued to send the bludger towards the Ravenclaw team with great force, causing the Ravenclaw keeper to break his nose and a Ravenclaw chaser to fall twenty feet.

About an hour into the game, Draco had caught the snitch. The entire Slytherin stand, plus myself, erupted in cheers as the rest of the school felt defeated. "I'm going to go find Draco," I told my friends as I tried getting to the front of the crowd that was pouring off the stands and into the field.

When I finally pushed my way onto the field, I spotted Draco celebrating and hugging his team members. I ran up to him and jumped in his arms. "Great job," I said, wiping dirt from his nose. We talked about the game as Slytherins were congratulating him left and right.

"ELAINE!" someone screamed from behind me as Draco and I continued to talk. When I turned, I spotted Hermione, looking absolutely terrified. That's when I saw Pansy...

Pansy was about a foot away from me with her wand pointed at my chest. Immediately, I made a grab for my wand as she send spell after spell at me. I dove out of the way and onto the wet snowy ground.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at her, finally able to raise my wand at her. Instead of answering me, she sent a killing curse right at me. Of course, there is no spell to block the killing curse, and I watched the spell hit me square in the chest.

I fell backwards on the ground...but I wasn't dead. Instead, it just felt like I was winded from running to fast.

I slowly sat up as Brandy stepped in between Pansy and I, shielding me completely.  As shocked as I was that Brandy was saving me, I was even more shocked I wasn't dead.   "Elaine...oh my god," Harry said as him, Ron and Hermione rushed to my side. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked, helping me stand up.

"Why am I not dead?" I asked immediately, completely confused. "Look," Ron said, pointing to my chest. There was a hole in my shirt where the killing curse had hit me, and the hole in my shirt didn't reveal my skin...instead it revealed my compass...the compass Dumbledore gave to me. I hadn't taken it off since he gave it to me...I always felt that it was important to wear it. He obviously left it for me for some reason...I just had no idea what that reason was. "No way," Hermione muttered, examining the compass in her hands as Professor McGonagall rushed to the scene.