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Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter everybody. I hope you enjoy this one too. Also DUMBLEDORE IS ALIVE IN THIS STORY. I just want to make that clear to you all.

Wizard is as Wizard Does

Scorpius' Point of View

It had been a week since school started. The last argument Weasley and I had seemed to have worn off between us just like it always did. I continued to write that dumb notebook we received. Nothing that important was happening. Teachers decided to load us down on homework this year. I hardly had time to give a thought about anything else.

I sat in the Great Hall next to Vincent and Xavier. Michael had forgotten to finish the essay we had to do in Charms so he had quickly gone to the library. Selena sat at the other end of the table, giggling with her friends.

"Hey Scorp, when are you scheduling trials for Quidditch?" Vincent asked.

"Didn't you read the notice board in Slytherin? This morning," I told him, my mouth stuffed full of toast.

"Really?"Vincent said in disbelief.

That boy was thick sometimes.

I glanced over at Weasley. She kept giving me dirty looks. She would turn back and talk to her friends, Lily and Julia, I think. She looked back at me. I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Come on you two," I said to Xavier and Vincent. "Time for Quidditch trials," I told them.

We started out of the Great Hall and down to the locker rooms for Slytherin. I got dressed in my dark green uniform and grabbed my pair of Quidditch gloves. I walked to the broomshed and grabbed the sleek Thunderclash34 I had gotten for being named captain. I walked onto the field.

The sky was crystal clear today. I looked up in the stands to see groups of girls from at least every house. I was way too popular.

"Scorpius!"

I looked up to see Selena in the stands. She blew me a kiss. I returned it.

My eyes found Weasley, Potter, and some of the others on the Gryffindor team. They sat there in their Quidditch gear. I guess they had trials after us.

"Okay," I said to all of students lined up. "I want tryouts for beaters over there and for chaser over there," I directed.

I was keeper, Michael was a chaser, Vincent was a beater, and Xavier was the seeker.

"First up, beaters."

This group of kids flew up in the air. I watched as each one of them tried to hit one of the bludgers. Most of them hit themselves or each other. It was sort of pathetic. I ended up going with a burly seventh year named Tyler McLaggen. It was strange that he was a Slytherin, considering who his dad was.

"Chasers you're up."

I flew into the air and guarded the goals. I caught most of them thrown. I ended up choosing Kylie Makenzie and Isis Gordon as my chasers. I was pretty confident we were going to be good this year.

"Good work everyone," I said landing. "Practice begins tomorrow."

We headed back to the locker rooms. Gryffindor was heading onto the pitch.

Vincent was smirking.

"What's up dude?" I asked him. It was starting to get annoying.

"Weasley couldn't keep her eyes off you," he said.

I felt my face going red slightly. I hadn't noticed she was staring at me.

"Ooooh! Scorp's blushing!" Xavier laughed.

"Shut up," I said angrily. "I'm just hot."

"Whatever," both of the boys said.

I decided not to change. I directed the rest of the team not to also.

"Why not?" Kylie complained.

"Just listen," I moaned back to her in that annoying voice she had just pulled.

We walked onto the stands. I sat down and the team followed.

Potter was keeper for Gryffindor, along with Weasley being a beater, Lily was a chaser, George was the other beater, Julia was another chaser, and James was the seeker. Only one spot was open for a chaser.

The kids flew up in the air and I watched Potter defend the rings.

"Miss it! Miss it!" we chanted laughing as a third year missed. We laughed at the kid. I loved being obnoxious.

I lead the chanting and kids kept missing.

Potter finally looked like he was fed up because he flew in our direction.

"Malfoy!" he yelled. "Could you and your team shut your darn bloody mouths!"

"Why? Are we bothering you?" I joked.

"Keep your mouth shut!"

I looked to see that Weasley had flown up beside Potter.

"I swear I will punch you in the mouth so hard you won't be able to speak for weeks," she threatened. "Or I'll just hit you over the head with this bat." She held the bat up.

"Just pick someone for gosh sakes," I directed. "Then we'll shut up."

Potter flew back to the rings and Weasley just glared at me.

They finally ended up picking someone. This was my chance.

"Hey Potter," I yelled. "Want to play a scrimmage? Just to see who's team practiced the most over the summer."

"Sure Malfoy," Potter grinned evilly.

The Slytherin team and I made our way down onto the pitch.

"Okay everyone," I said, in our team huddle. "Let's beat the bloody daylights out of them."

I felt something hit my head. It was a rock.

I turned around to see Weasley had thrown it. I was sure she was going to try and hit me so hard I would be unconscious, or worse, dead.

Potter unleashed the balls and we were up in the air playing.

I braced myself in front of the rings. Lily came flying towards me. I tried to block, but she scored on me. I heard cheering. It seemed more people had filled the stands to watch this game.

"10-0 Gryffindor," said the usual Hufflepuff commentator. I didn't even know he was here

Gryffindor was so going to get it now.

Kylie had the quaffle and she flew down the pitch. She threw it and scored. Take that Potter!

"10-10 tied."

We scored back and forth with each other. It was soon 70-60 us in the lead. Weasley kept trying to get an aim at me, but I always managed to steer clear of her.

She had just missed, again, at me. I smiled at her. She was fuming. Suddenly a bludger hit her in the back of the head. Tyler had hit it.

I watched her fall. I quickly swept down to catch her. The people in the stands were standing up. I landed and saw her head was bleeding.

"What the heck is wrong with you McLaggen?" I fumed.

The rest of my team landed. The Gryffindor team landed as well.

"I'm taking her to the hospital wing," I told everyone.

No one protested, which was unusual.

I started back up to the castle. Weasley was paler than me. That meant she was losing blood fast. My robes were splattered with blood from her head. She needed help and I was sort of freaking out.

I checked her pulse. It was very slow. How hard did Tyler hit her? Then it suddenly stopped.

I almost past out.

Rose's Point of View

It has been a week since first day back, and the teachers decide that it's funny to load all the homework they can onto the students. I am having trouble keeping up with it but always end up having finished it. Scorpius decided to not apologize after our one of many fights. Not that I was expecting one. It would have been nice. I wrote in our notebook a lot. It was another friend to me.

Albus announced this morning that we would be having Quidditch trials. I was already promised the spot of one of the beaters. I had been a Gryffindor beater for the past four years. George was the other beater. We made a great team. I wasn't nervous one bit. I'm a very confident person.

I walked into the Great Hall too see Jules and Lily waiting for me.

"Come on Rosie eat up, we have trials soon!"Jules pestered, sounding an awful lot like my
father and my mother at the same time.

It was scary. I started to giggle"You sound like my parents." Lily joined in knowing exactly what I meant.

Jules started laughing nervously though, because I think she noticed too.

I looked over at Malfoy, and started laughing again. I could feel his gray eyes on me,
and I looked again, and he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes.

I checked the time.

"Come on you two. Let's get this over with," I said to them.

We left the Great Hall and walked down to Gryffindor locker rooms and changed into our uniforms.
After we were dressed, we met up with the rest of the team in the stands.

Slytherin was having their trials at the moment, not to shabby. That was not a good thing.

I looked at Malfoy. For some reason I couldn't stop looking, and those butterflies in my stomach, where were they coming from? Oh great there's that Selena girl and look she just blew him a kiss. Why was I angry? I blushed red. Stupid Weasley trait. I noticed that the trials were over and it was our turn. I followed Albus onto the pitch with the rest of the team.

Minutes later the Slytherin team was sitting in the stands. I stood on the ground, watching as Albus was protecting the rings from in coming quaffles. Malfoy looked so hot in his uniform. Ugh! Stop Rose! Stop! I looked up at the Slytherins again. That one Tyler kid was staring at me. It was weird.

I saw Albus get all angry at the Slytherin team for distracting a player, he flew over to them and started yelling. I flew over to help. He was being a prat that Scorpius Malfoy.

"I swear I will punch you in the mouth so hard you won't be able to speak for weeks," I said
menacingly. "Or I'll just hit you over the head with this bat." I held up the bat, showing it was no joke, and it wasn't.

"Just pick someone for gosh sakes, then we'll shut up!" Malfoy said, eying the bat disdainfully.

I smirked and mumbled,"Arse hole."I flew back over to where I was before.

When trials ended I heard Malfoy yell to Al, "Hey Potter! Want to play a scrimmage, just to see who's team practiced the most over the summer?"

Al replied confidently"Sure Malfoy." Albus gave his usual opening game speech.

We came back to the field and I saw a nicely sized rock and picked it up. No need to waste it. I aimed for Malfoy's head and bulls-eye! Got ya!

Soon we were up in the air, and started playing, It was 10-0 us. We were gonna win. Crap, don't think too fast Rose, they just scored.

A little while later it was 70-60 them. I was trying so hard to hit Malfoy, but was failing horribly. I fumed as my cheeks turned red. That stupid smile of his.

Suddenly something hit the back of my head. Everything went fuzzy. Something hot was dripping down my neck. I was falling. I felt strong arms around me.

"What the heck is wrong with you McLaggen?" I heard far off.

That arse, I was feeling sick, and my eyesight was going in and out of focus. The last thing I saw were warm gray eyes, with worry and shock all over them. And slowly I began too loose consciousness in full awareness of my lessening of blood.

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