Rain Dance by Theresa Tezengi
Chapter one: The dance of colours
He stood gazing across the pitch, his dirty green Quidditch robes mattered by the mud, beads of rain making his hair heavy, pulling them into his silver eyes.
The rain was pounding down with such force he couldn't see more than a couple of meters in front of him, he was cold and tired and all he wanted was to go to the Slytherin common room and have everyone at his beak and call.
But something had caught his eye in the distance, a swirl of colour. An ear piercing scream, or maybe it was a laugh, was heard from were the swirls of colour were coming from.
He moved forward his broom held in a painfully tight grip. At first he thought he saw an angel, she was twirling in the rain, her white gown clinging to her body, her crimson hair framing her face.
She was laughing or was she crying? She looked fragile, like the rain could break her with its harsh slaps of water.
He stood, staring at this beauty, watching her. He thought of whom she could be and why she was here, suddenly she fell with another heart rendering scream, into a puddle of white and dark red.
Should he go up to her?
His curiosity got the better of him as her walked up to her, cautiously waiting as if she might just pounce on him! He looked down at her and soon recognised who she was, a Weasley!
His lips curled into a sneer, but then he realised her lips, a violent shade of blue, and her clothes going clear to show her creamy white skin beneath.
He looked around, desperately trying to find someone who could help this girl, but he could not see a soul. Could he live with being a hero and saving her life or could he live with himself if he left her to die?