Yes, it's another black day. Rain and hail.

"Morning," said a tired, familiar voice. In fact, it belonged to Harry Potter.

"Morning," said I.

It was Harry Potter's seventh year. He was Head boy and captain of Qudditch. I was in the team as well and a third year. I went to the Yule ball with Harry 2 years before.

I felt weak that morning, sitting in the common room. I had a match the day before. I tried to strain my memory to remember all of it, and I'm trying now. It's hard to forget that moment. It happened so fast. The moment before past away so quickly....in fact, it was only 3 minutes into the game when it happened.

"Welcome to today's Quidditch match and I'm your host, Charlie Griffin! And here are the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Three, two, one....and here we go!"

The Quaffle was taken by one of our chasers. I sped around the goalposts. Goal! 10-0 to Gryffindor. I looked at Harry. He was circling the pitch like a hawk. His glasses hung at the end of his nose, and his bright green eyes flickered around. The Quaffle was taken by a Slytherin. I was ready. Before he even came into the scoring area, I felt a force on my side............I felt myself falling, trying to get hold of my broomstick, but instead falling......someone calling my name..........boos from the crowd.....I felt myself passing out.........

"She must be terrified." someone said after 20 minutes. I kept my eyes shut.

"Yeah. It's a good thing you caught her in time."

"I guess..........but it was scary seeing her fall like that...I thought she was gonna die......."

"You better go now. Someone's waiting for you."

I kept my eyes shut. I felt confusion and questions fill my head as I laid there. I then snapped my eyes opne.

"Oh good, you're awake!" I was in the Quidditch stadium on a stretcher. "Do you feel alright?"

"Yeah..." I managed to say.

"Well, do you need to go to the hospital wing?"

"No, I'm alright."

"Well, at least have some chocolate."

The images were blurred. They eventually came to picture as the Gryffindor team. Marichung (remember her? Never mind) was talking to me. She handed me some chocolate.

"What happened?"

"Well, a Slytherin pushed you off your broomstick - seeker Pansy Parkinson- and you fell off your broomstick. You tried to stay on it, but you were hurled off. Someone came just in to save you.....otherwise it would have been a fifty foot fall. We thought you were gonna die." I sat up.

"Who saved me?" I asked curiously.

"I did." said a voice. The team spun around. He was followed by Ron and Hermione. "And I thought you were going to die. I can't afford to lose a Gryffindor." It was a black haired boy, which looked a bit blurred if you were me. It was Harry.

"Harry?" I asked. He nodded.