Opening her eyes slightly Sian saw shadows on the wall, and knew immediately they were Slytherins, they were always around. "Broom get away from you did it?" asked the black haired kid Sian knew to be Matthew Flint, Marcus's little brother.
"Gents, this is why girls shouldn't ride brooms."
Draco moved forward to check things out.
"Dude, get away from me," she said and struggled to get up, she'd clocked her head pretty good on the stone wall. "And you," she said turning to Matthew, "You better watch your back."
George and Fred rushed in, followed by Harry. "Sian, you okay?" They asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she told them with a grin. "Just knocked my head on one of these here walls. That was a great chase you guys put up, it was great fun."
Malfoy eyed the boys with distaste as they aided Sian to their own locker room. In the shower Sian slumped against the wall and nearly fell asleep, boy was she tired.
A loud pounding suddenly disturbed her, "Hey Sian, don't you know when you have a concussion you shouldn't fall asleep."
"So that's what they call this abnormal pain in my head?" Sian replied with a tired laugh.
"Hurry up and get dressed so I can run you down to Madame Pomfrey's." Sian didn't protest but did not feel like being sent to the infirmary. Taking her time, Sian bathed and dried herself, rather unsteadily.
Hazel was waiting patiently. She knew Sian was tough, but not even the toughest people she knew had recovered from a crash at 200 miles per hour unscathed. Hazel supported her as Sian stumbled up the steps.
Madame Pomfrey met them at the door and showed Sian a bed. "I am not staying here, just give me some pills or potion, and I'll be on my way."
Madame Pomfrey grinned, "I think not, you will stay here until I think you are suitable."
"Oh great," Sian groaned.
Madame Pomfrey left for a moment and returned with a potion. Sian drank it unwillingly, it smelled like leather and she didn't think it tasted any better. Almost instantaneously the potion began to work, Sian head did not hurt as much, and the bump coming up on the side of her head was beginning to disappear. Sian was less groggy and more wide-awake than she was before.
"Tell me when you feel like yourself again," Madame Pomfrey said and walked away, she still had other patients to attend too.
Barely stepping out of the room, Sian propelled herself off of the bed and grinned like a drunk, "I'm good, ma'am, that stuff works wonders, what is it?"
"Coffee," replied the older woman with a grin. Sian caught up with Hazel and the two of them arrived to dinner, only slightly late.
George pushed people off the bench so that they could sit down, "Hey Sian we're really sorry bout that..."
Sian grinned, "Guys don't sweat it, I was the one trucking it passed you guys, it was only fair that Harry clipped me."
"Right," Hermione agreed.
Hazel shook her head and the girls moved down the table to the other side of Seamus.
"She really doesn't like me, does she?" Sian asked.
"No," Hazel replied with humor.
"Good." Sian paused to grin at Seamus and glance at Hermione, "She's just a stupid, know-it-all, goody-goody, who doesn't know a thing about anything."
Hazel laughed out loud, a very cheerful and contagious laugh and though Sian felt she had said something very serious found herself chuckling as well. "You realize that was the biggest oxymoron in the history of the world," Hazel said when the laughter had subsided.
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter if it's all true," Sian countered.
Hazel shook her head and they were soon done their meal, and went back to the common room.
Sian got right down to her homework, she could now focus on the work and it seemed much easier than it had been before. She was done long before Hermione came back and was in bed as well so she would not have to listen to Hermione complain.
Weeks passed by, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team looked very good in the air, and they were. The Chasers were incredible because they needed new ways to beat Sian who proved to be a very skilled Keeper, Harry had always been awesome, and even the Beaters were trying to do their best. Sian was doing very well in school and had even better grades than Hermione, causing her to try harder. It was finally, the last week in October, and the first game of the season, the traditional game of Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
Sian had to admit she was rather nervous, but all the Chasers had faith in her, and the Beaters, and even Harry.
"Come on," Harry pestered as they changed into their team uniforms, "You totally wasted me on my broom and I've got the fastest broom in the entire school, and you've got the skill to school any Chaser that tries a shot at you."
"Yeah," the rest of the team replied in unison.
"The only thing I was worried about was the storm," Sian said.
"What storm?" Hazel asked, just as sudden downpour drenched the world outside.
"That one," Fred replied with a grin.
Suited up and ready to go, the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field. In the ten minutes they had taken to change up the wind had picked up extremely and raining was falling in buckets.
"This'll be the best game you'll ever play," George told her with a grin as they stepped up to greet Madame Hooch and the Slytherins.
Harry and Draco shook hands for the sake of the game and the team took their positions. Madame Hooch released all the balls and Sian watched keenly from her post in front of the three goals to see who had the Quaffle and if they were coming in her direction. A flash of green alerted her and she zoomed out for a second and saw someone throwing a ball just above her head. Catching it, Sian hurled it to Katie who was waiting just above them. She was left to herself for a long while and paid no mind to much of anything. Harry passed her by a few times and Draco was sure to follow.
"Sian!" Yelled the voice of a twin and Sian dove down to avoid a Bludger shooting for her head.
Fred had her back and knocked the Bludger back the way it came. She barely saw them , the green cloaks as they flew towards her, five of them.
Shooting back up to the goal hoops, Sian looked to see who had the Quaffle, but she could not see. Then she saw one of the five by the hoop to her left, but he had a bat. Suddenly, the kid in the back of the line got clocked in the back by a Bludger and the Quaffle dropped from his hands. Sian dove down to catch it and saw George grin and nod.
Sian threw the ball with all her might and hoped someone from her team would catch it. The Slytherins retreated and the stands roared, with boos from the Slytherin fans. The wind grew stronger, pelting the large drops of rain at her back. Turning quickly she saw what looked to be a little round ball of gold.
"Harry!" She yelled. In under a second Harry appeared before her and she pointed at the Snitch just before it disappeared. Harry chased after it and Draco appeared where he had been.
Draco flew after Harry and they got in a rather large fight, Sian could see it from her goals. Harry had the Snitch and Draco was trying to chase after him, but he hit Harry's broom tail and spun out like Sian had done weeks earlier, only Draco fell from at least 100 meters up. The broom was swept away instantly and Draco fell much like a parachuter might. With the game officially over Sian did not need to guard the goal and dove to catch Draco, if he was to land where she thought he might, it would be across a 4x4 plank, and it would not feel to good. So she snatched him out of the air and set him down on the plank and flew over to congratulate Harry on his win.
"Harry that was great!" She told him as she flew down and dismounted like someone might on a bike.
"Well I wouldn't have seen it if you hadn't pointed it out, it was impossible to see up there," Harry replied.
To the twins she nodded, "Thanks for having my back."
They both grinned mischievously.
Ron, Hermione, Hazel, and BJ ran onto the pitch and Sian looked at them expectantly. BJ had a broad grin on his face when he told the team, "When Draco fell his broom got blown away, want to guess where it landed?"
"The Whomping Willow?" Harry guessed, the same fate had been done on his Nimbus 2000.
BJ nodded, and in the wind and rain, all the Gryffindors present threw their heads back and laughed, even Hermione and Sian. No one was laughing the next day when the Gryffindors walked in on the Slytherin practice. Sian identified the ash handle right off, but the tail of the broom looked remotely familiar. Draco flew down and organized his team.
