I do not claim ownership to any of J.K. Rowling's characters, and I am not making any sort of profit from this. It's simply for a larf. Please R&R. Thanx. ~ZiMsta

THE FALL

Saturday's Quidditch match came all too quickly, and Genevieve felt less that prepared for it, even with Wednesday's grueling practice. Her main concern throughout the week had been that her mother was siding with Lord Voldemort, and could possibly even be a Death Eater. Due to these facts, a lack of focus in classes caused her more that a few problems, particularly with Professor Snape. But she was used to his snide remarks and cutting criticisms. Besides, she had more pressing matters to deal with. Namely, the Quidditch match.

"Bad news mates," Ron Weasley burst into the locker room, carrying his broom roughly in one hand. "Oliver's ill again." He finished, plopping down on a bench. Oliver Wood used to be the Gryffindor captain, and when he graduated, he was employed at Hogwarts as Quidditch coach (alongside Madame Hooch). He also took on the job of being referee at games. "But that means" Harry Potter, Gryffindor Seeker piped up. Ron quickly finished Harry's sentence for him.

"Snape's going to fill in. He may not think very highly of Hufflepuffs, but he favours them a hell of a lot more than he does us. So we have to play an incredibly clean game, so he doesn't get the chance to give penalties." He ran his hand through his striking red hair, complete frustration bringing out the multitude of freckles on his face.

"There's the bell." He said quickly as a loud gong entered the locker room. The team quickly rose to their feet, clutching their brooms at their side. "Now remember, No roughing out there. Good luck." Ron said. The doors swung open, and a roar of cheers filled their heads. They moved out onto the field, waving at the crowd of excited Gryffindor's, then took their positions in the middle of the pitch. Snape stood between the two teams, his usual flowing black robes replaced with fitting trousers and a knee length black overcoat. His expression looked as if he had better things to do than referee for a bunch of dunderheads', but clearly had no choice.

"On my whistle," His silky voice commanded. "Three, two, one" They were off. Genevieve soared from the ground, snatching the Quaffle from the air immediately, and heading strait for the goal post. Before she even made it half way, she was knocked off of her broom with an incredible force. At first, she thought she had been struck by a Bludger, but the blow she had received felt nothing like a Bludger (and she'd certainly been hit by a few). She was falling fast, desperately reaching out in what realistically would have been a futile attempt to grab on to something. Her body suddenly jerked to a stop, a tremendous pain overcoming her wrist. She looked upwards to find Snape, hovering on his broom, his long fingers wrapped tightly around her throbbing wrist. She quickly used her free hand to grab hold of his, and with great effort on both parts, she managed to pull herself onto the broom.

"Are you alright, Ms. Hemlock?" Snape asked as he flew towards the ground. Genevieve quickly tried to collect her thoughts. "Yes. What hit me?" She asked, noticing that all the players had come down to the field. Snape landed, suddenly grabbing Genevieve close to him, his eyes searching the stands furiously. "Someone struck you with a very powerful form of Expelliarmus'." He said curtly. Genevieve quickly became aware that she was in danger, and began searching the stands as well. Dumbledore was making his way towards them, along wit Ron.

"Are you alright Miss Hemlock?" Dumbledore asked, keeping his eyes towards the stands. "Yes, Sir." She answered. Ron stopped next to her, clearly out of breath. "What on earth was that?" He questioned. "The shot seemed to have come from the Hufflepuff stand. Miss Chord informed me that a wand seemed to appear out of nowhere, and disappeared just after." Dumbledore explained. Ron's face suddenly went pale. "The cloakSir, Harry said that his invisibility cloak had gone missing this morning." He said, trying to avoid Snape's eye.
"Potter. I should have taken that ruddy cloak away from him the moment I discovered it!" Snape hissed. "Calm yourself, Severus. The person would certainly have no trouble escaping with all this commotion" Dumbledore pointed his wand towards his throat. "SonorousPlease return to your houses immediately. This game has been cancelled." He ordered in his louder that life voice.

It was basically controlled chaos from that point on, people scrambling from the stands to get back to the castle. Dumbledore de-amplified his voice, turning back to Genevieve with a slightly worried expression. "I advise you to go to Madame Pomfrey, just to be safe. Severus, would you please escort her?" It was then that Genevieve realized that Snape had not yet let go of her arms. But as soon as the thought entered her head, he removed them.

"Of course, Headmaster." He obeyed. He looked down at Genevieve, his usual livid expression returning to his face as he raised his eyebrow. "Do precede, Miss Hemlock." He said, holding his arm our in front of him. Genevieve flushed, suddenly not feeling very well, but she walked forward non-the less. She noticed that her legs weren't working quite like they were supposed to, her body wobbling with each step. "Professor Sn." She began, but everything turned black.

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Once again, Genevieve awoke in the hospital wing. But this time, the room was completely dark, and there was no one to be seen. She sat up strait away, soon regretting it. Whatever spell the person had cast on her was certainly a doozy. She could feel a bruise across her back right shoulder where the blast had hit her. She let out a groan, and there was a sudden rustling to her left that succeeded in scaring the crap out of her. The dividing curtain was thrown back, and there stood Ezzie, looking as if she had just been shaken from a dead sleep.

"Hey woman. You scared me." She said, letting out a yawn. "Likewise. What time is it?" Genevieve asked, looking around for a clock. Ezzie sat at the edge of the bed with a great plop. "Time for you to do some explaining." She said, smirking at her. "What are you on about?" Genevieve challenged, honestly having no clue what Ezzie was talking about, seeing as how she had nothing to hide. Ezzie reached into her pocket, pulling something small from it. She held it up for Genevieve to see. It was the holo card of Snape.

"This. Have you got a crush on our dear old, emphasis on old, Professor Snape?" Ezzie asked, sounding as if she had just discovered something brilliant. "Well, first of all, I don't think Snape would appreciate his assistant emphasizing the fact that he is old, and secondly; No, I don't have a crush on him. That was just in my pocket from the other night when Dumbledore gave me a frog." Genevieve finished, slightly out of breath. Ezzie looked disappointed.

"Well that certainly bursts my bubble. And you two just looked so cute when he carried you up here." Ezzie teased. Genevieve found that rather interesting. "Why didn't he just use a levitating spell?" She asked. Ezzie shrugged. "Who knows what that mans reasoning is. Anyway, you should lie down. Whoever has it out for you gave you a right wallop." She said, putting her hand on Genevieve's chest, pushing her back onto the bed. Genevieve didn't fight it, well aware that she was feeling completely knackered.

"I'm off to bed. I'll come visit you in the morning." Ezzie stood up off the bed. "Did they find out who did this?" Genevieve asked quietly. Ezzie shook her head. "If they have, they haven't told us anything. Don't worry. We've all got our eye on you." She winked, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Thought it was nice to know that everyone cared, the fact that someone was out to get her was more that a little unnerving. Was the person who attacked her the same person that had murdered her father? This thought brought on an even more disturbing possibility. Had it been her mother there under that invisibility cloak? Had her mother murdered her father? It was an idea she didn't want to keep in her mind any longer. She turned on her side, punching her pillow out of anger, as well as in an attempt to get comfortable. She was just getting rested when a small, poking feeling began to irritate her arm. She looked down to find the Snape holo card wedged between the blankets. "Loony." Genevieve said, sticking her tongue out at Snape's scowling image. To her great surprise, holo Snape stuck out his tongue right back at her. Needless to say, Genevieve went to sleep laughing.