Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter although one of the people in this story does belong to me.
She never saw it coming.
It just happened.
Katie had seen her, flashing around the field, Quaffle under her arm, headed straight for Oliver Wood at the goalposts.
Then there was a loud smack, the sound of wood connecting with another object while traveling at high speed. A triumphant yell coming for Fred Weasely. Then a dark spot in the corner of her eye.
Rushing, rushing, flying as only a bludger can fly.
Katie braced and swerved, turning again to watch the green and silver blur rocket towards Oliver. The dark spot disappeared again.
There was another smack.
Another high speed collision.
And then the dark spot was back. Right behind her.
The Quaffle left her grip and soared through the hoop.
Cheers rang so loud that no one noticed. No one heard the sickening thump. No one saw her plummet from her broom. No one questioned how she had managed to throw the Quaffle with such speed. No one but Katie.
And then there was a cry. A terrified roar. And a flash of black and silver as Madam Hooch caught her and placed her gently on the ground.
Then a blur of gold and scarlet as Katie rushed towards the ground, leaping off just before collision.
And her head was in Katie's arms, her eyes staring up. A mass of green surrounded them as her team gathered close by.
And a voice, quiet but terrified. "No, no, it's okay you'll be all right. You'll be alright!"
And another voice, also quiet, but strangely peaceful. "It's okay sis, everybody dies someday." There was a quiet smile. And the brown eyes met the green. And stayed there until something in the green gave way, they glazed over, staring at faces they could not see.
And Katie sobbed and shook her, but Rhena Bell never moved again.