The Rogue Bludger

(Book: B2, 161-165 they get Lockhart to sign the form, for the restricted section of the library, by Siria putting on a really good show when he asks her to act out parts of his books. Then they start going over the potion, which looks painful, and requires a lot of things they can get from the school's general supply)

"[...] don't know where we're going to get that— " Hermione confessed.

"Sirius," Siria told her. "I'm sure powdered horn of a bicorn isn't what he meant when he said to write if I needed anything, but" she shrugged "if I throw it in with a list of stuff for a Helping Hands potion ingredients, he wouldn't think twice."

"Oh, good." Hermione smiled, "We'll also need some shredded skin of a boomslang."

"Of course we will."

(Book: B2, 165, they'll need bits of who they change into, & Ron thinks it's disgusting)

"I suppose we could knick some right off their heads, from under the Cloak" Ron suggested.

"Don't you think they'd notice something tug at them?" Hermione asked.

"But, if Ron follows them into their room, he can get it from a brush or comb." Siria proposed.

"You can't just go into a boy's room!" Ron argued.

"But you can." Hermione and Siria noted.

"What if he like" Ron shivered. "No way."

"Then I'll do it." Siria shrugged. "I don't care if they" she mimicked Ron's shiver.

"Well, we have a month to get the hair." Hermione told them.

"A month?" Siria gasped.

(Book: B2, 166, Ron confesses Siria ought to just knock Malfoy off his broom. The match from 166-170, which consists of Siria being targeted by a Bludger that won't leave her alone. Fred & George are flying so close Siria can't see anything, and they call a timeout.)

"I don't care if the Bludger comes at me!" Siria shouted. "Maybe, if it hits, it'll leave me alone to get the Snitch, but I can't even see where I'm going with both of you around me."

"Don't be thick; it'll take your head off!" Fred argued (B2, 170)

"No one's ever been killed by a Bludger." Siria retorted. She turned to Wood.

"We have to win!" She insisted. "We promised we would. This is more than the Howlers, come on!" Alicia told Siria she was crazy, but Siria protested. George told Wood it was his fault for telling Siria to catch the Snitch or die trying (B2, 170).

"What if one of you sticks with Siria and the other keeps on the other Bludger?" Angelina proposed.

"Yes!" Siria agreed. She would rather have been left alone, but she could handle Fred or George. Madam Hooch asked if they were ready. Wood looked to Siria; she gritted her teeth together. She was not going to lose to that prat and his team.

"All right." Wood sighed, "George, stick to the Bludger on Siria, but, if she needs you to back up, do it. Siria," he placed a hand on her shoulder, "show them there's more to being a Seeker than the broom." Siria could have hugged him, but held her hand up. Wood high-fived her and nodded.

With George on her as she flew across the field, the Bludger was kept at bay. Wood had them practice so often that George could almost keep on her tail. He was more than fast enough for the Bludger, which was too heavy to change direction at the rate Siria could (B2, 170). Unfortunately, it started to rain.

(Book: B2, 171 "Training for the ballet" paragraph where Siria sees the Snitch by Malfoy's ear)

Siria dropped into a dive, which triggered Malfoy to do the same. He thought she saw the Snitch on the field, but she flipped her dive into a loop, and shot back upward. Malfoy did the same a moment after her. Siria reached out for the Snitch.

WHAM.

A scream came out of her that caught her by surprise. Her right arm slumped back at her. Siria leaned onto her broom and threw her left arm into the air. Beautiful, cold gold filled her palm. The pain in her right arm was blinding, but she felt the Snitch. In her daze of pain, Siria held her left arm in the air, the Snitch's wings fluttered weakly. There were shouts she couldn't make out. Her broom was too wet and she was slipping. The world went muffled, like it came through a quiet television in another room. Darkness filled her eyes. The world seemed to slide. She fainted.

Pain shot through her arm and Siria cried out. George Weasley was holding her in the air by her broken arm. His brown eyes were horrified. His jaw was clamped shut, but he forced a very pained smile at her. "I got you!" He shouted through his gritted teeth. His grip strained to hold her wet arm "I got you!" She heard Fred call about her broom. He'd gotten it. George had her. She had the Snitch.

Madam Hooch flew to Siria. George held onto Siria until Madam Hooch knocked his hand away. With her left hand still wrapped around the Snitch, Siria gave Wood a pained thumbs up and smile. Her right arm felt like it was full of lightning. Jolts of pain burst through it. They made her clutch the Snitch tighter. It was worth it.

Professor Lockhart insisted on helping. Siria clutched her broken arm to her chest. "No!" She shouted, "I can see Madam Pomfrey."

(Book: B2, 172-176 Lockhart "fixes" her arm by removing the bones, Colin tries to take a picture, Skele-Gro, George tells Siria that Flint yelled at Malfoy for not noticing the Snitch, Hermione helps Siria put the pajamas on. Siria wakes from the pain of the Skele-Gro & the Dobby confessing to closing the barrier, then burning his master's dinner when he learned she made it to Hogwarts anyway)

"Lucius Malfoy's dinner?" Siria asked. Dobby flinched at the name, just as Ron did when Siria said Voldemort. "Must be nice to be a Malfoy, all the free time in the world, them." She grumbled. It was one thing when Ron and Siria spent some time during the winter holiday thinking up ridiculous ways to get Malfoy expelled, none of which would probably work. It was another for him to spend his summer actually plotting to stop her from coming back to Hogwarts.

"Well, too bad for them. Not only did I make it back, I still beat Malfoy." Siria looked down to see Dobby in tears.

(Book: B2, 177-181 confesses to it being his Bludger, and that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before)

"So Mr. Malfoy opened it when he went to Hogwarts?" Siria asked. Dobby shook his head. His large, green eyes peered up at her. To him, this was no doubt a very speaking glance, like the kind she would sometimes share with Hermione, but, to Siria it only meant that she wasn't quite right.

"So Mr. Malfoy didn't open the Chamber before?" She asked. Dobby gave a short nod. "But is the reason it is now?" He looked to the water jug at her bedside. Siria snatched it and placed it into her lap. "But, Dobby, how can he have not opened it then, but open it when he doesn't attend?"She asked. "Did Malfoy somehow do it?" Dobby shook his head.

"Hmmm." Siria sighed. "I want to believe you. Really. I just, you're also their house elf, so you're inclined to lie to me, if ordered. If Mr. Malfoy didn't open it, who did?"

(Book: Dobby can't say, Apparates, & Colin Creevey is brought in— petrified)