Rose:
I did not have time to deal with Aiden right now. I was late for quidditch practise and his rambling was not helping the headache I could feel forming. As much as I loved my boyfriend, he really didn't understand the concept of time alone.
"... and I've made reservations for Saturday Rose and then I was thinking that we could – "
"Sounds great Aiden," I interjected, "it really does, but the thing is I told Lily I would tutor her for her Potions exam..." I paused in my explanation. His face had fallen and he was looking dejectedly at the floor. God I was a sucker for that look. "You know what, never mind, I'll work it out, I'd love to have dinner with you." In an instant he was smiling again, caught up in his plans for us this weekend. As I struggled to see through the fog settling in my brain, I felt his arm snake around my waist drawing me closer.
I was in the middle of a drill when I felt the familiar darkness settle over me. Not now, I begged myself, not when I'm hovering in mid air with my entire team watching. I knew it was no good. There was no way to stop them really; the best I could do was try to hold them off until I was in private. I searched through the crowd, desperate for something, anything to keep my mind busy. There. In the stands, I could see Aiden watching the practise. I locked my gaze on him as nausea crashed through my body. Automatically my grip on the broom tightened as I faltered. I just had to hold it off for a few minutes. I could see that most of the team were in dire need of a break. With any luck, Al, the captain, would decide to call a breather.
I felt a blast of air hit of my face. Turning my head to the right, I could barely make out the mop of blonde hair and pale skin of my fellow beater. The pounding in my head was getting worse. I knew that pretty soon I would have to give in. I didn't have much of a choice.
"You alright Weasley?" Why did he have to shout so loud? I was right next to him for god's sake! I didn't even bother answering, instead attempting to hit the Bludger heading in my direction. Or rather the two rather blurred shapes careening at my head. Obviously, I missed.
"What the hell you two? That was an easy shot – one of you should have managed to at least hit the damn thing!" At that moment, I could have quite happily hexed my cousin into oblivion. How did Albus expect me to hit anything when my primary concern was not passing out and making a scene?
"My bad, Al, I think I'm a bit off form tonight, could we take a break?" I heard Scorpius talking but his voice was disembodied. I registered that I finally had the excuse I needed to get off this damn broom. I staggered from it and hurried to the changing rooms, mumbling excuses as I left. I cast a charm on the door, keeping everyone out. Secure in the knowledge that I wouldn't be interrupted, I sank to the floor. Pulling down the last of my battered reserves and letting the images wash over me.
The first thing I noticed was the smoke. It covered everything like a blanket. It coiled through the air, as row upon row of books burned. In the corner I heard whimpering. Careful to avoid the blazes that were scattered across the room, I made my way to the far corner of the library and sure enough, there huddled in the corner was a first year. His clothes were thick with dust. I called to him, to run, to leave this place, but he seemed unable to hear me. I screamed at him. I begged him. No matter how loud I shouted, he remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear. Forcibly reminding myself that I could do nothing to help, that it was the same as it always was, I concentrated instead on the patch of wall he was fixated with. A gasp escaped my ghostly lips as I read the words scorched into the wall. Two simple words that sent a chill through me: she's mine.
Disclaimer: unfortunately i own nothing but the plot
So there we have it my first ever fan fiction :) What do you guys think? Please don't be too harsh!