Heartbreak Warfare

Summary: When she had arrived at Hogwarts, she was placed in Gryffindor. But she never really felt like she fitted in. Now in 6th year, she made it her duty to protect Harry from Voldemort. However, she realises it's another she must save first and the only way to do that is to accept her destiny, to accept that she belongs to the dark side.

Disclaimer: Dont own, wish I did though.


Chapter 3- Blood of a Lion


A week had past and before everyone knew it, Quidditch try-outs were upon us. I knew that if I tried out with my arm as bad as it was, I had no chance of getting onto the team. I had eventually asked Hermione, also she wanted me to tell her every single detail of what happened in the duel, to fix it. I flexed my hand, there was no pain and thanks to Hermione, the swelling was a very minimal.

There were many Gryffindors trying out for a spot on the team, even Ron was there, going for the keeper position. Scanning the crowd, there was a few 2nd year students and a few 1st years, even though they weren't meant to try out. I couldn't help but snicker at them, they thought they seriously had a chance to be like Harry and get in on their first year. My head whipped back around when Harry appointed teams to verse each other. I was on the same team as Ron. Harry released the balls and many 1st and 2nd year students fled for cover as they saw the bludgers head towards them, scared. I clutched the bludger bat tightly as I mounted my broomstick and flew off into the sky, along with the ones that stayed. The tryouts didn't last as long as I expected. I was surprised that Ron was granted the position of keeper. I got the position I wanted. I had a good swing, although the muggle game of tennis was very similar, that was the only sport that I played when I was younger, before I found out I was a witch.

It wasn't long until that black snake, Viper managed to make his way into the girl's dormitories. During the past few weeks, he was the only one that I felt I could really talk to.

"You have your firssst Quidditch game of the ssseassson today," he hissed in my ear whilst I tried to sleep. I shoved him off as I rolled over. Wait, did he just say quidditch? I bolted up in bed; the dorm was empty, besides me and the snake. I cursed as I dressed in my quidditch robes. I rushed out of the room with my broomstick in my hand. It was too late to eat anything.

"Stay out of trouble," I yelled back to the snake. He hissed a chuckled as he curled up underneath the sheets on my bed. I headed towards the Gryffindor Quidditch room.

We were facing off against Slytherin. Lucky us, not. At least I'd be able to show that ungrateful, stuck up little brat that I was capable of being a beater, that was if it hadn't sunk into his thick head the first time. He was a seeker, like Harry, but Harry had the faster broomstick. I adjusted my robes as I picked up the little black bat. Oh how I'd love to knock the blonde arsehole out of the sky with it, but I couldn't. What a shame, because of the damn rules. Harry was rattling off with a good luck speak before marching up towards the quidditch pitch. I mounted my broom and took to the sky with the rest of the team, watching as the Slytherins done so on the opposite side.

I glared at Draco; he simply gave his usually cocky smirk. Madam Hooch said she wanted a clean game, like that meant anything to the snakes. I watched as she released the balls. The bludgers first, she picked up the quaffle and released the snitch. She threw the quaffle up and the game started.

The feeling of wind in my hair was just ecstatic. It was a hot day, but the wind made it cooler for the Quidditch players on the 2 sides. I held the bat in on hand, the other resting on my Firebolt, the one my 'adopted' parents had bought me. My eyes scanned the pitch, watching the Slytherin chasers pass the ball from one another until a Gryffindor chaser intercepted it. A bludger was sent near me. I sped towards it and whacked it with the bat, sending it back the way it came. A cheer arose from the crowd as the commentator announced Gryffindor had scored. I saw Harry circle the pitch on the other side, Draco was nearby, both searching for the golden snitch. I zipped across the field hitting another bludger away from Harry. I rolled my right shoulder, trying to loosen the muscle in it even more, i didn't have time to warm up earlier. More cheers erupted as Gryffindor scored yet again, but this time Slytherin scored shortly after.

Another bludger was sent my way and this time i hit it backwards, the ball flew past the spectator stands. I looked around, the other Gryffindor beater, Ritchie Coote, was on the other side. Gryffindor had the quaffle again and this time formed a V shape. A strategy that was very familiar to me. Both me and Ritchie flew towards the chasers and joined the end of the V. My eyes peering around for bludgers. Ritchie flew forward, belting one to the other side of the quidditch pitch. Ginny held the quaffle and tried to score, only to be blocked by the Slytherin keeper. I flew back towards Harry, he needed to be protected. Yet another bludger came my way and this time I hit it towards Draco. Not intentionally, but it still missed him. I watched as the bludger turned around and came back to me, I sent it flying backwards.

"Still reckon I can't be a beater?" I asked Draco, a glare sent in his direction. He flew closer.

"Yea, you'll only be one for a few more seconds," he chuckled, the tone was sadistic. I ignored his comment, though I did wonder what he was going on about. I turned my head in time to see a bludger heading my way, yet again. I tried to swing at it but it dodged the bat and proceeded to collide with my jaw, shattering the bone whilst knocking me from the broomstick. My fingers clasped firmly around the handle of the broomstick. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I tried to spit the blood out as best as I could, but it just sent pain shooting through my broken jaw. I tried to scramble back onto the broomstick, but the bludger seemed to have other ideas. It hovered in the air for a mere second before hurling itself towards my arm, the one that held onto the firebolt. I felt the impact and dropped the bludger bat as I tried clawing at the broomstick with my other hand. My fingers slipped and the last thing I saw before I fell was Draco's smirking face. Somewhere between the fall and the landing, I fell unconscious, the pain was too strong.

Whispers were heard around me. I could feel their stares. It was unnerving, and yet at the same time comforting. I never had so many people worry about me. My violet eyes opened, almost being blinded by the bright light that was shone in my eyes. The whole Gryffindor quidditch team was around the bed. Madam Pomfrey pushed her way through the small gathering and took my face in her hand. She assessed my jaw, seemed happy with the work she had done and left a goblet of some purple looking liquid. She said it would help with the pain. I looked down, small cuts were still covering my body but that wasn't my main worry. My left arm was in a splint, the bones obviously were repaired, but the swelling needed to go down. I tried to move to sit up and found my right ankle was tightly wrapped up. I must have landed awkwardly on it. Pain slowly etched into my body. I reached over and took the goblet, gulping down the purple substance in it.

"Did we win?" was the first question I asked. Then the cheers erupted. I assumed we won and that was confirmed when Ginny replied with a yes. The team took turns in telling me what happened and how we won. All I cared about was getting rest, letting my body heal.

Most of the team left after Madam Pomfrey shooed them out, and I silently thanked her. It was getting too noisy. She checked me over again, and gave the verdict of being me able to leave, fully healed within a few days. As long as I got peace and quiet while I rested, I was fine with that.


AN: just a filler chapter really. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks to those that have reviewed.