DISCLAIMER: Anything and everything you recognise is/was and always will be JK. Rowling's Invention
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Because she can't see what's in front of her
She twisted on her broom and hoped that for the first time that day, it would work; the Slytherin team would think she had passed on the Quaffle and allow her to pass through unnoticed.
Katie
For the first time in the match, it worked. And it worked well. Adrian Pucey spins off following the imaginary path of the Quaffle, Fred blasts past me, grinning as I hurl the big red ball towards the hoops. It ricochets in off the back of Warrington's broom, and I hear Lee Jordan shout out a score that is higher on the Gryffindor side than the Slytherin side.
Can't say I'm complaining.
I whoop loudly as Alicia attempts to mob me on her own, and before the restart, Oliver slaps me on the back, shouting something I don't hear over the roar of the crowd.
"Go, Go, Gryffindor!" George now swoops past me, laughing and joining in with the chants that are echoing around the stadium. He swings his bat around his head almost absent-mindedly, it hits the closest Bludger like magic and the ball swings away, towards the Slytherin seeker. He's new, that one. White blonde hair and sickly pale skin. Makes me feel ill just looking at him.
I shudder and miss my chance - the Quaffle was coming to my hands, but I'm zooming forward, caught up by the crowd, and it hits me in my chest, speeding up to me and winding me. I hold onto it and carry on flying, hurling the ball away at Ange; she catches it, but is cut off by Warrington and Pucey, almost crushing her. She back-passes awkwardly, but thankfully it lands back in my hands, I flex my arm and it flies straight as an arrow, into the centre goal hoop.
That, my friends, makes it my 31st goal in 11 games. I'm impressed, you might not be, but it's my seventh goal in eight minutes too, and we're now fifty points up. I think, from the very little I have listened in all of Oliver's practically-year-long-but-we-can't-say-anything-because-it-lets-us-catch-up-on-sleep speeches; it's time for Harry to catch the snitch.
All we need to do is hold onto the Quaffle.
"Kat!" George yells suddenly, "Man On! Behind you!"
Before I can twist to look, I feel the Bludger between my shoulder blades, it smacks the wind out of me, my head snaps back and I black out, my grip slipping on my broom handle. As the darkness encloses around me, I hear somebody shout out, panic staining their voice, and a whistle blow.
-Angelina-
I scream as I see the Bludger hit her, she lurches forward, her broom overbalances and she goes flying, straight towards the ground. Madame Hooch blows the whistle, stopping the progress of the game. I shoot forward; the only thing on my mind is giving the stupid Slytherin who hit the bloody Bludger at her back, a good smack in the mouth.
Hitting a chaser when her back's turned. That, is bad form, and I am going to make sure he knows it. I almost screech to a halt in front of him and raise my hand to slap him; Oliver pulls me back, into the team huddle around Katie. George is kneeling beside her, looking like he's going to cry.
"Kat!" He says, gripping her shoulders, half shaking her, "Katie, c'mon mate, Katie, wake up!" her head lolls sideways and Alicia panics. Harry is watching, pale and about to throw up.
"Madame Hooch?" Oliver calls her over, "We need a ten minute break. Someone needs to take Katie up to the Hospital Wing."
"I'll do it." George says immediately, bending down to pick her up. Everyone but Oliver is impressed by his concern.
"You will not. You're going to make up for your cock-up by beating that Bludger into Pucey's face." she remains lying in the mud for the next few minutes as Hooch fetches somebody, anybody to transport her to the Hospital Wing.
Alicia is sniffing now, as Seamus Finnegan and Ron Weasley come and pick her up, George gently pulls her hair away from her face and smiles wryly as he watches her go. From this angle, it looks like he says something, but it is snatched away by the wind and he returns to his broom, wiping off his beater's bat with his robes.
Oliver looks at me and raises his eyebrows.
"Get a move on, Johnson. Spinnet!" Alicia looks up at him, "Hold onto the Quaffle and keep your wits about you."
Fred
I watch her fall in slow motion, throwing my beaters bat aside and watching it fall alongside her, George gets there first, by the time we're all on the ground, you can't see her for Gryffindor Robes. He looks at me as he kneels beside her, stroking her cheek gently.
"She can't be hurt." He says to me, silent but petrified. I flash him a kind smile, trying to make him feel better.
"She'll be alright. You know her; she's like a bloody concrete block." He half smiles, though I know my joke has hardly made him feel better.
"Kat! C'mon mate, Katie, wake up!" his hand curls around her wrist, his face contorting into a look of pure fear for her. Oliver and her are his to protect, I look after Ange and Lycia. Potter is our collective responsibility.
He thinks he's failed her, has had a crush… has fancied her, (for it's clearly more than a crush -he'd do anything for her) for a few months now, watching her flit around on her broom and joining her as she complains about lessons. He can't take his eyes off her when she speaks, captivated by her Irish accent in a way that Oliver Wood's Scots tone could never make him look twice (not that… you know, we fancy Oliver, but for comparisons sake).
As Ron and Seamus disappear with her, he swallows loudly and picks up his bat, pounding it into his hand threateningly. He's taking no prisoners now; I can see it in the glint in his eye.
"Who hit the Bludger, Wood?" He growls as he mounts his broom.
"I think it was Derrick." Oliver says, "Why?"
"Because I'm going to break his nose." He kicks off and swoops low over the Slytherin team, cackling evilly. It's a totally different side to him. Five minutes ago, he was terrified; worry creasing his face, now he's about to break somebody for hurting his girl.
+George+
"Kat!" I shout, knowing my broom is nowhere near fast enough to beat the Bludger, "Man On!" She half twists to look at me, "Behind you!" and, sickeningly, I hear the smack of the Bludger into her spine, the crunch as it snaps against her vertebrae. She shouts out, her head snapping back, I see her eyes flutter closed and know she's going to hit the floor soon.
Angelina lets out a horrific scream as Katie's broom collapses from beneath her; she loses her grip and goes tumbling to the floor.
"Arresto Momentum!" My wand is out and pointing at Katie before I start thinking straight. I slow her down as best I can and swoop beneath her; she lands in my arms, breathing, but only just, her momentum nearly throwing me off my broom as well.
She groans slightly, which I take as a good sign, but she ends up unresponsive, I lay her in the mud, cradling her head gently in my lap.
Oliver shoots me daggers as he lands and crouches beside her.
"Well?" He hisses, "Where were you?"
"I was… distracted." I murmur, "The other Bludger." I take her hand, squeeze it and try to fight back tears, and then I lose it completely and grab her shoulders, "Kat!" I know it won't work. Her head lolls to the side and Alicia pales. "Katie, C'mon, Mate, Katie, wake up!" I look up at Fred, he shrugs, doesn't know what's going on. Oh, Merlin, what have I done?
"She needs the Hospital Wing." Somebody says, and as Ron and Seamus Finnegan pick her up and carry her, I stop them for a second, brush her hair from her face and lean over her.
"I'll be there when you wake." And I watch her leave with a sad smile on my face.
Suddenly furious, and with a new zeal for battering the bastard who hit her, I reach for my bat, brush the mud off it and pick up my broom, ready to hit something.
Cackling evilly, I swoop over the Slytherin team, they almost recoil like a vampire exposed to daylight.
This is going to be good.
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A/N:This is just the incident. The effects will be in a later chapter – I just thought i'd give a reason )
This was a random-popped-into-my-head fic and I think it could turn out good.(hopefully)
(In case you think this chapter's a bit weird – it's from different POV's because I wanted to take 'everyone's point of view on the incident. It may be important later – though probably won't be)
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