It was the third week of school and two things happened. The first was we met a funny little kid that seemed to be Harry's number one fan. We were sitting at breakfast and I was arguing with the breakfast with nuts when suddenly, a bright light flashed and basically blinded me. "Hi Harry, I'm Collin Creevey, I'm in Hufflepuff." I finally stopped seeing spots and saw a little boy that was holding a camera and had strawberry blond hair with cute and bright blue eyes. I was a little dazed but the boy leaned forward and smiled, "I'm your biggest fan!" Harry nodded and the little boy smiled, "My dad is a photographer and I am going to enchant these pictures. Well, I'll see you later!" He walked away and I looked at Harry who was sitting next to me. "Thank you, Harry, for being just so famous. Now I'm blind." The second thing was Lupin had come back. He was in bad shape like usual when he gets back from a moon without medicine but he was fine otherwise. He asked me after one day and wanted to know how Lockhart was. "Don't even get me started," I complain. I told him about the pixies and about that after that, all we did was read and he talked about stories he had been in. "I will kill him before I listen to him talk about banshees." Lupin found it amusing I was the only girl who didn't like him. But it was a chilly Saturday, I was reclining in the chair and waiting patiently for Hermione and Ron so we could all go down to the stadium to watch Harry play. They came down and I flipped out of the chair, grabbing my Pea-coat on the way out. It was a soft grey and I was wearing my skinny jeans, a sweater, and my knee length boots. We went out to the stadium and Hagrid gave me a pair of binoculars to use. "What are the odds today," I asked, putting my binoculars up to watch the first game of the season. "Ravenclaw," Ron asked, "Not sure. They replaced a lot of people and there isn't any telling how good they are." I nodded and watched Harry. Short enough, Jordan, the twin's friend, was on commentary. "And Angelina with the ball! She seems to be going straight for the goal, unaware of her team- Jackie and Minnie on her tail- she's still going!" "Angelina needs to drop it off, there's no way she's going to make it-" Hermione was saying when I threw my hand up, "She will." And I was right. She got all the way to the goal, ignoring the others when she suddenly took a sharp upward angle and the two Ravenclaw chasers on her crashed. They were fine but before they could recover themselves, we earned ten points because Angelina dropped it to Hannah and Hannah scored. "How'd you know," Hermione asked. I put my binoculars down and shrugged, keeping my eyes on the game, "I've been studying up on Quidditch techniques. Before Lucas and Miss Maudie got me books, I borrowed magazines from Lucas and Lupin. I got really interested and it all stuck. That was a psych technique, It's really famous." She nodded and I leaned forward, watching again. I was watching Harry, who was flying lower than usual when something caught my eye off to the side. I looked over and it was gone just as quick as it appeared. "What was th-" "Whoa, that was a close one from the Bludger," Jordan yelled. I looked back to Harry looking kind of startled and Fred hovering next to him, seeming to apologize. The Bludger was across the field and Harry had gone back up again. I looked back over to the east where I swear I saw a funny looking creature but didn't see anything. I was concentrating, looking for it when suddenly Hermione gasped, loud. I looked forward and there was the Bludger coming straight at us. I, along with almost everyone else on that section, screamed. We all ducked and the Bludger hit the back and then went straight up and towards Harry. "What the hell," I screamed. The Bludger was running a rampage and then, what happened to catch my eye and remain my image in its eye for more than a second, a hairless, very big yellow eyed, large ear, pink creature that was the size of a three year old, wearing nothing but what looked like a majorly filthy pillow case. It was across the field, behind the stands, looking sadly at me. I opened my mouth, not sure what I was going to do, but it vanished. I was alarmed and stumped but I realized that while I was in a minor trance, everyone was freaking out. The Bludger that had not only attacked me was again attacking Harry. He was running for his life from the Bludger, trying his hardest to get to safety, flying his fastest. He was gradually getting closer to the ground and I realized that he was going after the Snitch, reaching out. I was standing up in my seat, leaning over watching and yelling when the Bludger took a sharp curve and hit Harry's arm hard. He got close enough to the ground and jumped, rolling to a stop. The game was long forgotten about, not that it mattered because the Snitch had been rebound snatched by Ravenclaw caught, but everyone was watching as the Bludger flew up and then came back down toward Harry. It hit, hard but missed Harry just enough. We had made our way down, me, Lupin, Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid in front. Harry was dodging the frequently moving ball but when I got close enough, I whipped my wand out and fired Reducto. The ball exploded and then we ran to Harry. I ducked down next to him and gradually picked up his hand. "Are you alright," I asked as I looked into his pain and fear stricken face. "Yeah, my arm just hurts." "It's surely broken," Lupin said, who was sitting on the other side of him, "We will get you up to Madame Pompfrey." "May I take a look," Lockhart said, kneeling down. "I don't think that's necessary, Gilderoy," Lupin said slowly, leaning in as if to help Harry but Lockhart stopped him. "It's just a break, I've dealt with these things a number of times!" Before anyone could protest anymore, he lifted up his wand. "Periculum Anderoso Hyplictico!" A few things happened at that moment. All swelling went down in Harry's arm and then some; Lupin looked furious for the first time I think I had ever seen him; Hermione, for one, I think saw Lockhart for the idiot he was; and lastly, I felt the urge to not only smack Lockhart but, in fact, kill him yet strangely, collected myself enough to even retain blessing him out. He picked up Harry's arm and instead of a look of happy relief on Harry's face, there was shock. His arm fell limp and jelly-like down at a funny wobble. Lockhart took the tip of his fingers and pushed them back. They touched the top of his fore arm and I gritted my teeth. "Well," he said with that overly perfect smile, "on the bright side, it's not broken." "That's because there aren't any bones to be broken," I snapped. "Ok," Lupin barked, "Let's just calm down! Kimber, help Harry to the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Ron, help her. I will handle everything else." I threw a dark look at Lockhart and then helped Harry to his feet.