Sybil Trelawney was having an evening cup of tea while she watch the sun go down. The balcony on her tower over looked the Quidditch pitch and had the perfect view of the sun disappearing behind the horizon. On the Quidditch pitch Madam Hooch was having an evening fly on her broom. During the summer months while the grounds were empty of students the teachers had complete peace. All the teachers had something they liked to do to pass the time. Flitwick liked to play chess against no one in particular. McGonagall enjoyed spending time with her coworkers and reading. She had read almost every book in the library. To no one's surprise she enjoyed the transfiguration books the most. Snape liked to experiment with magic in his free time. He had invented many new spells, charms and potions. He had found ways to make potion making easier and a way to speed up the process on long brewing potions. He never did share his genius with anyone but his coworkers at their meals together. Sinistra like to stare up at the night sky and ponder what could be up there. She would write these pondering so down in story form and create amazing adventures. The only person she'd let read them was McGonagall who quite enjoyed her stories. Pomfrey spent most of her time with her daughter. Hooch lied to fly on her broom around the Quidditch pitch and relive her younger years on the Hufflepuff team. Some days McGonagall would join her but other days she flew alone. Trewlany spent her time watching the sunset and rise. Today she was out in her balcony watching Hooch fly around lost in her own thoughts.

Trelawny took a deep breath and sipped her tea happily floating in her thoughts. A loud crack rings her ears cutting her out her thoughts. She opens her eyes and sees a green beam of light go up from the Quidditch pitch and strike Hooch causing her to fall to the earth from very high up.

Trewlany watches her friend fall to try ground and heard a sickening thud. She jumps fm her chair and races from her tower. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she prayed Hooch was still alive. She felt herself crawling down the ladder from her tower. As soon as her feet hit the ground below she took off running down the corridor. She raced around the corner not seeing McGonagall coming the other way. Trelawny slammed into the older woman causing them both to go tumbling to the ground.

"I'm so sorry Minerva." Trelawny said helping the professor up.

As soon as Trelawny got McGonagall back to her feet she tried to take off running again but McGonagall caught her.

"What's wrong Sybil?" asked McGonagall.

"I saw Rolanda get knocked off her broom by a dark spell from a very high altitude!" Trewlany said still trying to get away.

"How many times do we have to go over this, Sybil?" McGonagall said with an annoyed tone. "Water or tea is does not tell someone's fate. I'm sure Rolanda is fine."

"I didn't see her fall in water. I saw her fall from the balcony!" Trelawny yelled as she pushed away from McGonagall and took off running to the pitch.

McGonagall snapped into her sense and quickly followed Trelawny out to the pitch. Both women burst on yo to the field and starting looking for their friend. They saw a pile of black in the middle of the field by a fallen broom. Both women raced toward the pile and as they got the closer it got clearer that the pile was Hooch.

McGonagall drops to the ground beside her fallen friend who was laying with her face to the ground.

Gently McGonagall turned Hooch over. She had blood flowing from her nose. Her skin was deathly pale. Her eyes that were once a vibrant blue was fading into a dull gray. Blood soaked her robes. Her chest just barely registering the small breathes she was struggling to take. McGonagall scoops up her fallen friend who as she came up from the ground fell limp. Her arm fell into an unnatural position. Her leg was broken so badly her femur was broken into two pieces.

McGonagall ran as fast as she could to the hospital wing with Trelawny right behind her. She was praying as she ran that her friend would hang on. She burst in the door of the wing.

"POPPY!" she screamed.

Pomfrey came running around the corner to see McGonagall holding a broken Hooch.

Taking action she got Hooch onto a bed and pushed McGonagall and Trelawny outside.

As soon as they were out the door McGonagall started asking questions.

"What did you see exactly?" She asks her younger coworker.

"I don't know. I was watching her fly around and then I saw a green spell fly into the air striking Rolanda. Then she fell so far." Trelawny replied shakily.

McGonagall simply nodded and took her shaking friend to her office.

Several hours later Madam Pomfrey let them back in the ward.

"Whoever did this to her charmed her injuries so that they are extremely difficult to heal. I do not think that she needs to go to St. Mungo's yet but if her injuries get worse she will." Pomfrey tells them.

They look over at Hooch who was laying in a bed with her leg propped up wrapped in thick bandages and her arm in a thick cast. Her neck was resting in neck brace that made her look so small. Sweat puddled on her dead which Pomfrey gently wiped off.

"She's in a lot of pain right now. I gave her potion to help with her breathing but I cannot do a lot for the pain."

Hooch shrieked out in pain breaking the silence. Her unbroken arm was burning like acid was poured on it and it said only a single word.

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