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David's PoV

"And now, here comes the Gryfindor House Quiditch Team!" I heard my fathers voice boom over the stadium. He was comentating, "Chasers Potter, Malfoy and Weasly, Keeper Malfoy, Beaters Wood and Wood, and Seeker Potter!" I mounted my broom and zoomed out into the stadium toward Madam Hooch.
"Potter, Flint, shake hands." I shook hands with Daniel Flint, the Slytherin Quiditch Captain. "Mount your brooms, on my wistle, one, two, three!" I kicked off into the air, with Melody, Harmony, Brian, Damon and the two Wood kids, Nick, and Jamie, who were playing beaters, all around me. I listened to the comontary, all the while squinting around for the snitch. "Malfoy passes to Weasly, who passes to Potter, back to Weasly, and Weasly heading for goal, passes to Malfoy, Keeper dives, and misses, GOAL!!" Just then the Slytherin seeker went into a dive. I followed his dive with my eyes. He was fainting. There was no snitch in the direction he was going. He turned around to see if I was following him, and crashed into the ground, just as Melody suceeded in scoring the second goal of the game for Gryfindor. The score was now twenty-zero Gryfindor.
Then I saw it, shimering away by the Slytherin Goal Posts. But he couldn't go after it while Flint was on the ground. He concentrated on the snitch with every bit of nerve he had. The whistle blew and Flint was in the air again. I zoomed off toward the Slytherin Goal Posts and followed the snitch the whole time. I was closing in. I leaned forward, reached out, and YES!! I had it!! The game ended 170-0 Gryfindor.

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Harmony's PoV

I can't believe it's already Christmas break. But I'm used to time going bye way to quickly at Hogwarts. We had one more Quiditch game before everyone left. David pulled off another sectactular catch of the snitch and we won 200-60 against Ravenclaw. It was amazing. At the moment we were all walking down to the Great Hall to dinner.
"Well well well, it's the fab five." I turned sharply around. Standing on the marble staircase was Chelsea. She walked down to me and Melody. "So how are the two little tomboys today," she drawled.
"What did you call me," Melody said. She and Chelsea had become rivals very fast, despite our friendship with Brian.
"I called you a tomboy, because that's what you are," Chelsea said, "Real girls don't play Qudiditch."
"Real girls," Damon said. I could tell he was losing his temper. "I think you mean Girly Girls. Not exactly something that turns boys on, despite popular belife, am I right David?" he said. David nodded.
"Oh really, is that so," Chelsea said turning to Melody, "Well I should have you know that if you want your only friends to be boys, keep playing. Because girls won't want to hang around a tomboy." That was when Damon snapped. He ran up, pushed Chelsea into the wall, and pinned her there.
"Don't you dare insult Melody," he snarled, "espesially not for something stupid like playing Quididitch." Then a shout echoed around the Entrance Hall, a curse. Damon was thrown backward into the opposite wall. Another shout. "DON'T TOUCH MY SON!" Mum and Dad had just appeared at the top of the stairs. Mum was hurrying over to Damon while Dad had thrown himself ontop of the person who had fired the curse. In a half a second they had started a fight.

Hermione's Pov

I watched as Damon pinned Chelsea against the wall, but I knew he would never really hurt anyone. I watched a Damon was thrown backwards into the opposite wall. At once I had run down to his side. Draco had run down the stairs and started a fight witht the man who had fired the curse. I held my only son's head in my hands. "Common Damon, wake up, wake up." I said tapping him gently. Just then Harry arived in the Entrance Hall. He studdied the scene for one minute, then ran down the stairs and pulled Draco off the man who had cursed Damon. I lifted my head and looked at the man standing there. Ron Weasly. Ron Weasly had been the one who had curesed my son. Draco was still fighting to get back at Ron, but Harry was doing a good job holding him back.
"Harmony," I said, turning to her, "take you're brother up to the hospital wing." Harmony nodded, and conjured a strecter to take Damon upstairs.
"Brian, can you help me," she said. Brian moved to help her, but Ron's yell echoded around the hall, "OH NO YOU DON'T BRIAN, YOU'RE STAYING RIGHT HERE!" Brian moved forward, head down. Harry turned to Ron.
"Yelling is no way to teach your child what is right. If you always react with anger, thats all your son will know, and that's all he'll be able to express to others. You already seem to have taught that concept to Chelsea well enough."
"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HARRY!!" Ron yelled, "YOU WEREN'T EVEN HERE!!"
"I know because Chelsea has yelled and made fun of these children since she met them." Draco looked like he was finally calming down and Harry let go of his robes. "David," Harry said turning to him, "I would like you to tell us all what happened." David took a deep breath and explained everything that had happened.
"So Damon did attack her, but he was provoked into doing it," I said.
"Yeah," David said.
"Harry, just look at my daughter. She's hurt," Ron said. This was true. Her shoulders were bruised and she had a tiny cut on one arm.
"Meanwhile my son is lying in the Hospital Wing, in a coma," Draco said. He had finally calmed down and was talking to Ron in a relitivly normal tone now, "And may I ask why you are here now, Ron."
"He is here," Harry said, rather somberly, "Because Dumbledore wanted to see us all."
"Why would he have to see us all?" David asked.
"He's dying."