* Helloooo! Here is Chapter 11! Honestly, I'm not sure how great this fix is, but I never quit. Until it comes to Track and Field... That's when I just stop.

It had been a few days since the incident in the Great Hall, but still, every time she saw John, her cheeks would burn with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to hurt John, but she was just so angry in her dream, or at least that woman was angry. It was honestly getting very confusing.

Today was the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match in Quidditch. Gryffindor was supposed to play Slytherin, but due to Malfoy's "injury," Hufflepuff was playing instead.

Clara was sitting with Ginny and John at the Gryffindor table, eating an early breakfast. Clara and ginny did not want to miss the match, while John was just angry that he got pulled out of his reading session early.

To be honest though, Clara had never actually seen John sleep. No matter how weird that sounded, it was true. John was always reading whenever Clara sent for Harry and Ron to pull him out of the dormitory.

Slowly, Clara ate her porridge. The rain pouring from outside somehow actually soothed Clara, as if it were saying that there were worse things in the world. Clara did feel bad though, for Harry and the team. It would be a very difficult match as the weather was horrid for playing in.

"Come on," Clara said. "We should go if we want good seats."

"There are no good seats. They're all wet," John said.

"Then, we'll get the best out of the worst seats," Clara said impatiently.

Ginny nodded, and she helped Clara drag John out of his seat. When that was done, they headed for the common room just to grab some umbrellas and cloaks.

Ginny cursed. "This weather is just wonderful. How are we going to win?"

"How is anyone going to win?" Clara remarked.

"True."

Clara grabbed a large umbrella and straightened her outfit. "Good enough for me not get completely soaked?"

Ginny nodded. "Just 99% soaked, not 100."

"Thanks."

John groaned. "I'm not going to be able to read my book!" he complained.

"Put a waterproof charm on it," Clara suggested.

John sighed. "I could do that, but the water will still get in my eyes, and the wind will make my pages fly about-"

"So, just watch the game with us."

"I won't be able to, because of the rain!"

Clara shook her head, along with Ginny. She glanced at a clock in the common room.

"We'd better go," she said.

The trio took off toward the Quidditch stands, and Clara was glad she brought an umbrella. However, that did not protect her from the wind that was causing her to sway about. Her legs shook and her heel would slip as she walked. She looked like a duck.

Clara finally made it to the stands, and she gingerly sat down. Her breath was coming out in white wisps, and a cough was creeping up her throat. She wrapped her cloak around her tighter, trying to keep the warmth in.

"J-john, could you do that charm on our r-robes so that we don't f-feel as c-cold?" Clara stuttered.

John's face was covered in little drops of rain, and he had to raise his voice for Clara to hear him.

"I can't" He said. "It's too difficult in this weather!"

"Ugh!" Clara moaned in protest. Clara hoped the game would start soon.

Finally though, it did. Madam Hooch blew the barely audible whistle, and the game began. Immediately, Clara could see that everyone on both teams was struggling. The wind was causing the brooms to sway slightly in the wrong direction, which was potentially dangerous for the players.

Next to her, John groaned loudly. "I don't see why we came if we're not able to see anything!" he complained.

"For support!" Ginny said. She then shouted, "Go Gryffindor!"

Clara joined in, although it was cold, it didn't stop her from having a little fun. She whooped and yayed until she started coughing really hard.

Then, lightning struck, and everyone went silent for a second, then started cheering even louder. It was weird, but Clara noticed Wood call a time-out, and the teams headed back to the ground.

From a few seats down, Hermione got up, and ran down to the pitch. Obviously, she had some clever way to make Gryffindor win in this weather.

The game started back up again, and Hermione returned to her seat. Clara observed Hufflepuff's seeker, Cedric Diggory, swerve to the right. He wasn't having as much trouble as Harry in this weather, as he was larger and bulkier.

Clara prayed for Harry to catch on, and when he did, Harry was on Cedric's tail in three seconds flat. Clara couldn't see it, but she had a nagging feeling that they were after the golden snitch.

The game went on for another forty-five minutes, until it got unbelievably cold. Clara was just about to ask her friends if maybe returning to the common room was OK, when a sort of shadow feel upon the whole field.

Of course, it had been cold before, but now, it was freezing. What used to be white wisps of breath, was now turning into tiny, frozen water droplets that were gently falling onto Clara's lap.

Ginny and John looked like ghosts. Their faces were pale, but their eyes were large, and it was a horrific sight.

"W-what is it?" Ginny asked, her teeth chattering.

John looked up at the sky, slowly. "I-I th-think it's the d-dementors," he turned toward Clara, who was feeling sick, "Think of something happy."

Clara wasn't sure what that meant, but she did so anyway. She thought of her first day at Hogwarts… getting Ginny back from the Chamber…

But her memories were slowly turning darker… Even Ginny was feeling the effects.

"W-why do I f-feel so sad?" she asked.

Clara was about to reply, when a burning sensation reached her temple. She rubbed it tenderly with her fingers, completely forgetting John's instructions.

With a lurch, Clara was sent into one of her trances.

The woman had tears pricking her eyes. She was staring a brights light in the centre of the room. It glowed, and Clara could feel the raw power emanating from it.

"If this works, get out of here as fast as you can. And spare me a thought now and then," the woman said. But this time, Clara didn't want to follow through. She wanted out, she wanted to have her own thoughts, not some strange woman's.

Clara took in a deep breath, and was still feeling extremely cold.

"Are you OK, Clara?" John asked with worry.

Clara was still in the stands, and everybody looked panicked. "What?"

Ginny shook her head. "You started shivering all over for a few seconds. I think that we have to head back, these Dementors sound dangerous. You get pale whenever you even talk about them!"

Clara nodded slowly. "Th-that's a good idea."

Then, somebody screamed.

"Look!" Someone else shouted.

Clara's attention snapped back to the game, where she saw a body falling… With horror, Clara realized she was looking at the tumbling body of Harry Potter.

A flash of light erupted from where the teachers sat, and it was directed toward Harry. Clara didn't have enough energy to shout, or scream, or do anything. She just watched with pure dread.