All I Have Left

Chapter Thirty Five

After Daphne and I finished breakfast, everyone ran down to the Quidditch pitch for the first game of the season. The weather was cloudy and cold, mist in the air as no sunlight shows through the clouds. It had a gloomy feeling and I had the feeling something bad was going to happen. I ignored the aura however and followed my blonde haired friend to the Quidditch pitch. As she starts leading me to the Slytherin stands, I stop her.

"Daph, the Slytherin stands are empty. Let's go sit with the Gryffindors." I tell her. She shakes her head at me and looks around eagerly, like she couldn't wait another second for the game to start.

"No way. I am not sitting by the Gryffindors. I don't care about blood, but I certainly do care about houses. I refuse." Daphne states, crossing her arms and pointing her chin up for dramatic effect. I roll my eyes and shrug at her.

"Fine. I'm going to sit by the Gryffindors then." I respond. She mumbles 'whatever' as we say goodbye and part our separate ways.

I make my way up to the Gryffindor stands, earning a handful of confused glances, as I scan the crowd for my friends. When I spot Hermione and Ronald, I make my way over towards them and sit in the middle of them.

Hermione was wearing Gryffindor colors and had a lion painted on her cheek. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail as she stared at the crowd excitedly. Ronald was wearing a Gryffindor scarf with a red jumper and black trousers. He was smiling happily and looked down at the pitch, the players coming out from the locker rooms. They both greeted me, but Ronald makes a confused face.

"Lila, where are your Gryffindor colors? You are cheering on Harry, correct?" Ronald asks me. I glance back at Hermione confused as she shrugs, and I look back at Ronald before nodding. He shakes his head at me and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Well, then, you should be showing your Gryffindor pride."

He takes off his Gryffindor scarf as he faces me, slowly putting it around my neck and tying it properly. The heat was rising to my cheeks and I knew the blush was extremely obvious. When he's done, he smiles proudly and steps back.

"There. Now everyone will know you are cheering for Gryffindor." He states proudly.

I laugh, flustered, and nod to him before we both turn away and pay our attention to the game. I turned my head to face Hermione, her jaw was on the ground and her eyes so wide it looked as though they were about to pop out of her eye sockets. The corner of her lips then tugged upwards and formed into a smile, and she gave me an excited look.

"Did he just give you his scarf? Am I seeing things correctly, or do I have to go down to the Hospital Wing?" Hermione asks sarcastically, whispering so Ronald doesn't hear. I laugh slightly and hit her arm playfully before turning my attention completely back to the game. It started a few minutes ago, but I quickly caught on to what was happening.

The players were barely noticeable, looking more like streaks of paint than actual people. You could barely see the ball and I had no idea how neither Harry nor Cedric Diggory— Hufflepuff's Seeker— were going to find the snitch in this fog. Harry was scanning the pitch as Bludgers were being hit around, the Quaffle being passed to one another and thrown into the hoops.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes, hitting the broom of Gryffindor's Chaser, Angelina Johnson, and it promptly bursts into flames. She plummets down to the ground as the crowd gasps and stares at her in fear. I look back up higher in the sky as Harry spins around on his broom, eagerly searching for the snitch.

"I don't have a good feeling about this game." Hermione says aloud as she shakes her head, looking up at Harry nervously. I take in a deep breath as I notice Harry suddenly flying upwards in the sky. He goes higher and higher, Cedric Diggory following behind until Cedric stopped when Harry was too high in the air.