The weather reflected the tone of the match. It was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The teams were barely visible through the heavy rain, sleet and hail. The wind was whipping and everyone just wanted the match to end. Especially him.

He's never been a huge quidditch fan, but he came out to support his house and his friends. The weather hadn't stopped him, and just about the entire school from attending.

From across the stands he could see Lily, clad in one of Potter's old quidditch jumpers. Her hypocrisy astounded him. She'd always mocked his obsession with quidditch and now she was just as into it as he was.

She watched the match carefully, her eyes darting around the sky following James. There were strands of hair stuck to her neck. He was so distracted by the red on her porcelain skin that he missed it. He missed James Potter getting hit with a bludger and knocked off his broom. When he saw Lily's face turn from concentration to sheer panic, he looked at the pitch. James was lying on the ground, his prized broom broken beside him.

When he looked back up, Lily and Potter's friends were gone, running down onto the pitch. Lily kneeled beside Potter on the pitch. He couldn't see through the rain, but apparently she never let go of his hand. He's broken his back badly and had to be transported into the hospital wing to preform the complex healing spells.

It's all anyone talked about for the next three days. How cute they were. How brave he was. It made him sick.