A/N: Alrighty! So I finally updated! You're about to find out what exactly happened to Artemis. I won't delay any longer, so here it is! Be sure to R&R!

Apollo took another sharp turn. This was what he hated with being a seeker; you don't do anything until you've seen the snitch. And so far, there's been no sign of even a shadow of that wretched ball. Slytherin was in the lead with 100-60, and it was about time they unleashed yet another tactic. It had been the same for years, Gryffindor playing the 'zero-to-hero' thing. He groaned in frustration as he looked around for any sign of that blasted snitch.

"APOLLO! STOP HER!" Cadwaller shouted, pointing to something behind him. He spun around to see Lillian carrying the quaffle. She weaved way around bludgers and players as she made her way to the goal.

Not bloody likely, Apollo thought as he went after her. Normally, it was just chasers' business, but Slytherins always crawl their way to success don't they? He flew under her and just when she was going to hurl the quaffle to the hoop, he snatched it.

"MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Lillian shrieked.

He gave her a cocky grin as he handed the quaffle to Hades. "I believe I am playing quidditch, Potter. And I am winning."

Lillian glared at him. He was about to go on the other side of the pitch when someone shouted his name.

"MALFOY! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" Weasley shot a bludger in his way. He made to turn around, but it was too late. He prepared himself for the worst and closed in eyes. A few seconds have passed, but he was still on his broom. He opened his eyes to see Artemis in front of him. She had sent the bludger back to Weasley.

"Thanks, Arty, you're the best," he said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I may not be able to watch out for you next time, Pollo," Artemis said. "Be more careful."

He gave her a smile, a true smile that he rarely gave to anyone. She smiled back, but their moment was cut off by another shout from somewhere.

"TAKE THAT!''

They both looked around to see who exactly said that, and Artemis saw him first. It was Clarence Finnegan, his face bearing a triumphant smirk. She raised an eyebrow, thinking that he was going barmy, but then she saw exactly what he was on about. A bludger was directed towards Apollo, and he has just fired another one.

"APOLLO, MOVE!" she shoved Apollo out of the bludgers' way, taking the hit herself. She heard her ribs crack upon first impact, and heard another crack, this time on her shoulders.

"ARTEMIS!" he shouted at Artemis's falling form. She was unconscious, he saw. He was frozen in place. His mind told him to dive after her, but his body wouldn't follow. He could only stare at her as she plunged to her death.

"ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"

Wait a minute, he thought. She's slowing down. How is that possible?

In the stands, he saw Professor Parkinson, her arms extended to Artemis's direction. When she saw Artemis slow down, she immediately made her way to the grounds.

"Apollo?" he saw Hades nudging him at the side. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

"Come on," Hades said, making his way to land beside Artemis. He nodded and followed suit.

When they landed, Professor Parkinson was already performing first-aid spells on her injuries. Poseidon joined them after a few minutes. With a sigh, Professor Parkinson finished the spells.

"How is she, Professor?" Hades asked.

"She has broken ribs and a fracture on her left shoulder. I've applied a temporary cure to her injury, but she'll have to be taken to Madam Pomfrey," Professor Parkinson said. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. She's a tough girl from what I observe," she added with a reassuring smile after seeing their crestfallen faces. Turning back to Artemis's unconscious form, she muttered, "Mobiliocorpus." Artemis got up, still unconscious. Professor Parkinson walked to the castle, Artemis behind her. The three siblings jogged to follow them to the Hospital Wing.

And that is exactly the reason why the three Malfoy siblings were all seated around Artemis, who was lying on a hospital bed, still unconscious. Hades and Poseidon glanced at Apollo, who had said nothing since he landed. Apollo, meanwhile, was staring into space, his eyes blank. Looking up on the other two and seeing their faces, he gave a sigh.

"I'm sorry, guys," he finally said. "It's my entire fault. If only I'd been more alert, this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't be ridiculous, Apollo," Hades said. "No one expected that Finnegan was one up for dirty play. If there's anyone to blame, it's him."

Poseidon nodded in agreement. "He's right, Apollo. It's all his fault. And besides, do you think Artemis wants you to mope around like you're doing now?"

Apollo neared Artemis's bed and held her hand. "We also lost the match. Because of me, because I took the quaffle, we lost."

"Didn't you hear? The match was a draw. No one won," Poseidon said. "Both sides performed violations, so Madam Hooch decided it was a tie."

Apollo's face glowed slightly. "You're right," he said, giving them a small smile. "I shouldn't blame myself. Finnegan owes us bigtime."

Professor Parkinson's head peered through the curtains. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said.

"No, not at all, Professor," Hades said.

"Have a seat, Professor," Apollo gestured to the chair he had previously occupied.

"Thanks," she said, taking the offer.

"Professor," Apollo started. "We would like to extend our heartfelt gratitude for what you have done to our sister. Thank you, Professor Parkinson."

"I only did my job, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Parkinson replied. "But you're very welcome. Can I just ask something from you in return?"

"Anything, Professor," Hades said.

"Don't tell your father anything," Professor Parkinson said, eyes focused on the floor. "Don't tell him anything about my involvement in what happened today."

"But Professor, why? He'd want to know who saved Artemis," Apollo protested.

"Please, just don't tell him," she looked at them with pleading eyes.

The three exchanged a look before Hades said, "Alright, Professor. We promise."

Professor Parkinson looked at them as if to say "thank you", but the words never got out of her mouth. Draco had just entered and went directly to Artemis's side.

"Artemis," he whispered, cupping her cheek. He turned to the other three, completely missing the fact that Pansy was there as well.

"What happened?"

"If you'd been there, you would've known," Apollo spat. "You promised you'd attend our first match, her first match, but you didn't!"

"Apollo, I'm really sorry. I was busy with work-"

"You always say you're busy when you're with your girlfriends!" Apollo shouted. "You promised, Dad! I should've known better than to expect from you." Glaring at Draco, he left the room in fast strides.

"Go after him, Don," Hades told Poseidon with a gesture of his head. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Poseidon complied and ran after Apollo.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Professor," Hades said.

"It's alright, his reaction's perfectly understandable."

Draco turned to see the owner of the voice and saw the person he liked to see the least at the moment.

"Y-You?" Draco spluttered, a dark expression on his face.

"I'd best be going. Excuse me," Pansy muttered as she stood up, her gaze still on the floor. When she had left, he turned to Hades, his face flushed in anger.

"What was she doing here?" Draco said in a low voice, almost a whisper. Oh, no, Hades thought. I know that tone. It's the dangerous tone.

"She… she just checked in to see how Artemis was," Hades lied.

"I told you to stay away from her," Draco said.

"We didn't exactly have a reason to chuck her out of here, Dad. She could've given us detention, which would be worse," Hades reasoned out. Let me pull this through, please, God on high.

He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief when Draco took a seat beside Artemis's bed. Oh, thank you, Merlin. He almost collapsed on another chair as he sat down as well.

"Sorry, Hade," Draco said apologetically. "I didn't mean to take it all out on you. I've been under so much stress lately, with work and all, and now this."

"I understand, Dad," Hades said. "And about Apollo, you know how he is."

Draco released a chuckle. "He's even more protective of her than I am! And to think I'm already her father!"

Hades laughed with him. "Arty's going to have a tough time when the time comes for her to get married."

They stopped laughing and shared a look; it was one of their 'father-son connections'. A meaningful look was all it took for them to understand what the other wanted to say.

"She's going to be fine, Dad," Hades assured him. "She's a tough girl."

"I know," Draco agreed. "She's so like your mother, in ways more than one."

They were cut off by a groan from Artemis. They both looked over to see her eyes opening.

"Dad?"

"I'm here, Arty. I'm here," Draco said soothingly, taking her hand into his. "Go to sleep, love. You need rest." Artemis nodded and closed her eyes again. "You should clean yourself up, Hade. You look as though you've been trampled on by a dozen hippogriffs."

Hades looked at his reflection in the window and saw that his father was right. His hair was much disheveled and his face had dirt on it. He looked at his clothes and saw that it had a lot of mud stains on it. Giving a defeated sigh, he turned to leave.

"Alright, I'll fix myself up first and then try to talk some sense to Apollo and then I'll come back here," Hades said.

"Come back tomorrow morning. Merlin knows you all need rest," Draco replied.

"Are you going to spend the night here?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Alright, then. Night, Dad. Wish me luck with Apollo," Hades said.

"Night, Hade."

Draco woke up to the sound of footsteps approaching. He groaned slightly; sleeping in a chair was definitely not good for the health. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was about five thirty in the morning. Artemis was still asleep, he observed. Who could be coming here in this ungodly hour? He assumed his sleeping position earlier, hoping to catch the culprit behind his wakening this early in the morning. The footsteps grew louder and louder, and he heard the curtain ripple. He opened his eye slightly to see who it was. What the hell is she doing here? He watched her as she placed something on the bedside table and hurried to leave. He immediately ran after her.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Draco hissed, grabbing her by the elbow.

"Madam Pomfrey asked me to deliver her medicine to her," Pansy's voice quavered. "Let me go, Draco, you're hurting me."

Draco snorted. "You're one to talk! You don't know anything about pain, Pansy. Why did you come back? To get close to my children and do to them the same thing you did to me? Is that it? Answer me!" He was now holding her by the shoulders and shaking her violently.

"Draco, let me go!" she slapped his hand away and ran. Draco glared at her retreating form. After a few seconds, he turned back to the Hospital Wing.

What they didn't know was that someone had witnessed their episode on the corridor. That particular someone had confusion etched on his face as he heard the door of the Infirmary close. What was that all about?