A/n: Hmmm ... nothing much to say about this chapter, except that I may be using bits and pieces of songs in them, but only if I really wanna. I'm not sure if I'm gonna let Lesley and Sirius get some action in this chapter, but if I do, please forgive me on the vagueness... (may be a surprise to all of you but with me being 12 and all I haven't happened to french anybody). so just have an open mind: P
Chapter 4: An Accident
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Lesley strode quietly through the halls of Hogwarts. It was dead silent, odd for it was already halfway through her second year. Hair pulled back into a low ponytail she smiled slightly, her broom resting firmly in her left hand as she thought of where she was going.
Her skin growing goosebumps as his robes swished along them, she suppressed a laugh as a pair of hands clasped over her eyes, elbows hugging her sides tightly to his.
"Congratulations," Sirius whispered in her ear, and Lesley shivered. Pulling away from him she smiled at his face,
"I got on the team two months ago, and all you can say is congratulations?" she teased, setting her broom against a wall as she approached him, holding his hands in hers.
"I meant on the victory against Ravenclaw last week." Sirius defended, pulling her closer to him. It always felt better with her near him. She rested her hands on his hips, grinning.
"240 points to 20, yeah, we didn't do that bad," Lesley admitted, resting her head on his thumping chest. They often met this way, just clinging to each other, not saying what they were feeling, not admitting all the things that were tearing them apart, because it never mattered in the few minutes they spent together. It always went away when they were around each other.
"Mind if I watch you practice?" He asked, looking down at her hair. It smelled strangely of strawberries and oranges. Quite a captivating mix.
"They'll talk," she said, quietly. Looking up quizzically at Sirius when he did not change his expression.
"James leant me his cloak," Sirius said, smiling wickedly.
"Sure he did," Lesley said, nonbelieving, "like he'd leaned you his cloak to go meet up with a girl," she added, snorting.
"I told him I was gonna raid the kitchen." He said, a satisfied expression on his face. She punched him lightly in the arm,
"You dog you," she commented sarcastically. "C'mon, I'm gonna be late," she added, pulling his hand and grabbing her broom with the other.
"C'mon, get under here," Sirius said, pulling her underneath the cloak with him, and she giggled with protest.
"Sirius-C'mon now-your gonna get it!" she said, playfully.
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"Was beginning to think that you wouldn't show," Garum said, nodding Lesley's way. "I know your probably responsible for our win against Ravenclaw, but if we don't practice then we'll be back at square one with Hufflepuff next month." He added, tugging her arm and bringing her into the field.
Sirius moved quietly and swiftly, leaning invisible against the stadium, watching with interest as the team lifted into the air. James had also made the team near the beginning of the year, but it was like a whole different game watching the Slytherins practice.
Lesley caught the quaffle from Alexander, a scrawny fellow with thick glasses and a nose as long as the field itself. None too good an attitude either, though when he laughed it sounded more like a hog. Looking around quickly she passed to Haley, who then passed it back to Lesley, who slammed it in for a goal.
"Sorry Polly, you'll get me next time," Lesley assured to the stout girl who was obviously the keeper.
Getting back into position Lesley cast a look in the seeker's direction, who was practicing with a white tennis ball, bewitching it to fly away from him. Looking back up to see where the quaffle was, she intercepted the pass to Nathaniel (he was also on her team, but they played two smaller teams for practice nights) and went to pass back to Alexander when she heard a whizzing noise go past her head. Grunting as she pushed herself against what quickly tackling her to the ground, she made a loud crunching noise as she hit the ground.
"Lesley, really sorry, it was an accident, I lost my balance on the broom and..." whimpered a largely built Nathaniel, he was as cowardly as a mouse but built like a lion. Lesley rolled off her broom and into the grass.
"It's-OK-Nat-just-get-off!" Lesley insisted, she felt as if every bone in her body was slowly shattering like glass. She rolled over onto her stomach to catch her breath as he stood up. She just needed to catch her breath...
"Riddle, you all right girl?" Alexander asked, landing swiftly on the grass beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine Alex, just give me a minute." Lesley said, pushing herself to her feet.
"Maybe we should stop for the night-" Alex had started, but he was interrupted by Lesley.
"No, I'm fine, everyone else is fine, and we've only been her for an hour. No one is going anywhere," she ordered, jumping onto her broom and kicking off.
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"So tomorrow's a big day, Hufflepuff, Slytherin," Sirius said, rubbing Lesley's bare shoulders, the straps to her tank top pushed down as he continued to massage her back, shoulders and neck. She mumbled along, rolling her head from side to side, sore from all of the practicing. They were sitting in the West tower, watching as the sun danced across the sky, waiting for it to go down.
Before Sirius could stop himself he was nibbling at Lesley's neck, kissing her shoulders, almost waiting for her to push him away, but she didn't. Instead she turned herself around, leaving her straps down as she pulled him up to her lips, kissing him (mouth closed) slowly, softly. Just as slowly she opened her eyes, pulling away, breathing softly. Watching him, waiting for his reaction.
He grinned, almost stupidly at her, and she smiled back, pushing him playfully. Pushing her straps back up, she put on her school robes, as she had only taken them off because the weather outside was almost too nice to have it on.
Putting her hand gently inside of his, they walked down the abandoned corridors quietly, only giggling a few times to each other to liven up the place.
"My dear madam, your hands, they are splendid," Sirius joked, grabbing at her hand and planting small kisses on it.
"Oh but my dear misuer, your hands are so lovely," She replied, going at them but stopping when he put his hand to her stomach. She looked at him, nodding slowly as if to say yes.
Moving his hands slowly up to her face, he leaned her into the wall, diving to her lips. Her lips were smooth, luke warm as he touched them with his own. Instantly he felt them warm up, felt as her cheeks blushed with them in his hands. He smiled softly, pulling away only to return to the kiss again.
Lesley's own hands were clinging to his robes, balled up into fists as she pulled him closer to her, so that they were nearly touching chest to chest. Though she knew she could hardly breathe she loved this new feeling, including the suffocating aspects of it. The only thing that felt remotely like this feeling was chocolate, she thought to herself, noticing the similarities. Chocolate had a creamy taste in her mouth, and it made her feel warm all over, making her feel safe. Definitely something like what she was feeling right then.
She opened her eyes suddenly as she felt Sirius pull away from her. Looking up at him, she caught a gaze at why he had pulled away from her. There, standing dumbfounded with his mouth laying agap in such a ridiculous fashion, was James Potter.
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Noticing that she was still clinging onto Sirius's robes, she let go of them immediately, wondering what she would've been doing if she had witnessed them from James's view. Right now he was staring at the two of them, as if glued to the spot. At last it was Lesley who spoke, though it was quiet and mumbled,
"What a bloody way to meet your friend, wouldn't you say?" she saw Sirius smirk and it was then that James finally stepped forward, looking at each of them with sparkling eyes.
"I told you, you'd end up tonguin' it in the corridors," James said, winking at Lesley. Sirius looked at him with glaring eyes, but Lesley didn't mind it, so she laid a hand on Sirius's arm to show.
"So do you plan on paying me in galleons or sickles to keep me from spreadin' what I saw with my little eye tonight?" James inquired, looking at the two stricken faces.
Lesley's face was burning, and she knew it. Before she could stop herself she said, "You say a word and I'll be sure to tell Lily about those photos you keep under your bed," she looked at his horrorstricken face.
"W-what photos would those be?" James asked, glaring at Sirius in the corner of his eye.
"Don't play funny with me, mister, you know exactly what nude pictures I'm talkin' about." Lesley said, smiling innocently as James faltered.
"You wouldn't dare..."
"You would be surprised as to what exactly I would do, Potter," she said, still smiling.
"Fine, fine, I'll keep you two's little secret, but you better not say a word Riddle, not a word," he whispered the last word with such force she could hardly keep from laughing hysterically.
"Good. Sirius," she paused, kissing his cheek mildly, "I better find you rootin' for me tomorrow," and she turned around, walking down the hall with her face lit up with a smile.
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"Whew!" Lesley nearly screamed, her heart felt light as a feather that she had been near skipping to the Slytherin portrait. The common room was filled with people, but she didn't care as the stares burned into her back. Even Lucius was looking at her funny. Running up the stairs to the girl's dormitories she did her own victory dance, snapping her fingers. "I did it, ahuh, ahuh, I'm good, I'm good..." she said, almost forgetting all about her game the next day. Almost.
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Lesley gripped her broom harder, instinctively as she walked onto the field. It was her fourth game on the team, yet still she felt the gooseflesh and lead feeling swimming around her body. And still she didn't like it. Looking around at her players, she realized what an odd team they were. There was Garum and Hunter, the two beaters, both wiry (as they had explained to her when she had gotten onto the team). Then there was Parker, John Parker, a small, grinning fifth year with missing teeth. She couldn't forget Yolks (Haley) and Whimcall (Alexander) and herself, who were the main chasers for the team (Nathaniel, Richie, and Jaine were the replacements), and then there was Ruby Polly, the team's keeper. None of them had a thing in common except that they were all fans of Quidditch and all of them happened to be very good at what they did.
The whistle blew. Both teams rose many feet above the ground, and the stadium went alive with screams and yells out to their fans. Lesley squinted around, looking for the quaffle.
"And the game begins, my friends! The quaffle is passed to Ranger Garry, he passes it to ... and another save by the Riddle, quite a looker she is if I say so myself-ouch! Yes, yes, and back to the game. Riddle passes to Whimcall, who passes it to Yolks and -- it's in! The Slytherins lead by 20 points, Hufflepuffs puffin' back at 0. And this is just the beginning folks!" Jimmy Gypsum announced, a starry eyed twig boy with blonde hair.
Lesley whipped around, diving at one of the Hufflepuff players, who were heading towards her keeper. Pulling up just in time she watched out of the corner of her eye as Polly blocked it, grinning through her missing teeth stupidly. Lesley pulled up her hands and clapped a little, before searching for the quaffle again.
"And Yolks passes to Riddle -- ouch that's gotta hurt -- Riddle gets hit with one of the bludgers in the face, but she's still movin'! Riddle passes to Whimcall, and he passes back to bloody Riddle, and she throws-score!" Gypsum said, eyes glued on the game.
Lesley reached up with one of her hands to protect her nose, the blood was rushing down her cheeks, her lips bleeding as well. Shaking the tears attempting to release, she followed the game once more, and found herself wishing more then ever that her seeker would catch the snitch. Her head was ringing as she caught the quaffle, holding it tight to her waist. The next things to happen happened so fast it was hard to keep her head from spinning.
"Lesley, Lesley..." her father's voice hissed in her head. She paused a moment, but managed to pass the quaffle to Haley before she felt it.
Two bludgers had rammed right into her, one crashing into her right knee and she felt it as it shattered. The other hit her right behind the neck. Her head spinned as she clung to her broom as it began toppling down, down, down. She was gaining speed now, but she felt something rolling down her back-blood, yes, that was blood. Everything was a large blur, and she didn't hear as she screamed from the pain and surprise. She didn't hear the yells from the stadium, and she didn't feel the wind being knocked out of her when she crashed into the ground and everything went black.
"Riddles pauses, whoosh, she passes to Whimcall -- what's this? Two bludgers come out of no where and hit right into Riddle, where are her beaters when she needs them? Whoa, she doesn't seem like she can take this one-- uhoh, Riddles tumbling, she's down!" Jimmy started, looking up to the game once more, but only for a second. "Seems that Hufflepuff took this opportunity -- Gregory Pince catches the snitch! Hufflepuff wins, final score Slytherin 50, Hufflepuff 150," he ended this last sentence with such dullness that the professor next to him might've even slapped him for his ignorance, but no one was listening to him, or looking for the snitch.
All eyes were on the unconscious figure crumpled up on the broom lying on the ground. The stadium went alive with protests and that there should've been some time out to help out Riddle, that it wasn't fair. Sirius rushed down the stands, his mind only racing with one question-was she all right? James, noticing that his friend was about to do something incredibly stupid, rushed down in front of him, grabbing onto his robes and standing him against the wall.
"Don't," James warned.
Sirius glared at him, "She's hurt down there, I can't just let her suffer!"
"There's nothing you can do Sirius, if you go down there now that'll just bring up questions, you have to wait for Pomfrey to deal with her." James said, staring hopefully at Sirius. "Just wait."
Sirius stopped resisting, and glared back at James as he stormed off the field, back into Hogwarts.
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Lesley was raised onto a stretcher, even though Madam Pomfrey had strictly not wanted her moved, ("Who knew how many broken bones she had?") it was the only way to inspect her.
Her cheeks were covered with scratches and blood, both of her eyes blackened. Her jaw looked dislocated, hanging open at quite an odd angle. The back of her neck had a large bruise (going down her neck and to her shoulder blades when Pomfrey had more time to inspect her), and her right leg was covered with such a swelling and inability to move that it had to be broken from the inside.
"She's not breathing, we need to get her to the infirmary now." The Madam ordered, running along side the stretcher.
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A/n: Interesting, short chapter, yes I know. Sorry about the delay, been getting homework done and catchin' up on family issues.
So they had a few smoochies, better be whooping on this one:P (Not to mention reviewing) Yeah yeah, I know I killed it a bit by... umm... well, putting this lightly, slamming Riddle's head into the ground like an orange.
But hey, what can ya' do when the stories just beggin' yah? Expect a long delay on the next chapter, folks.
Chapter 4: An Accident
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Lesley strode quietly through the halls of Hogwarts. It was dead silent, odd for it was already halfway through her second year. Hair pulled back into a low ponytail she smiled slightly, her broom resting firmly in her left hand as she thought of where she was going.
Her skin growing goosebumps as his robes swished along them, she suppressed a laugh as a pair of hands clasped over her eyes, elbows hugging her sides tightly to his.
"Congratulations," Sirius whispered in her ear, and Lesley shivered. Pulling away from him she smiled at his face,
"I got on the team two months ago, and all you can say is congratulations?" she teased, setting her broom against a wall as she approached him, holding his hands in hers.
"I meant on the victory against Ravenclaw last week." Sirius defended, pulling her closer to him. It always felt better with her near him. She rested her hands on his hips, grinning.
"240 points to 20, yeah, we didn't do that bad," Lesley admitted, resting her head on his thumping chest. They often met this way, just clinging to each other, not saying what they were feeling, not admitting all the things that were tearing them apart, because it never mattered in the few minutes they spent together. It always went away when they were around each other.
"Mind if I watch you practice?" He asked, looking down at her hair. It smelled strangely of strawberries and oranges. Quite a captivating mix.
"They'll talk," she said, quietly. Looking up quizzically at Sirius when he did not change his expression.
"James leant me his cloak," Sirius said, smiling wickedly.
"Sure he did," Lesley said, nonbelieving, "like he'd leaned you his cloak to go meet up with a girl," she added, snorting.
"I told him I was gonna raid the kitchen." He said, a satisfied expression on his face. She punched him lightly in the arm,
"You dog you," she commented sarcastically. "C'mon, I'm gonna be late," she added, pulling his hand and grabbing her broom with the other.
"C'mon, get under here," Sirius said, pulling her underneath the cloak with him, and she giggled with protest.
"Sirius-C'mon now-your gonna get it!" she said, playfully.
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"Was beginning to think that you wouldn't show," Garum said, nodding Lesley's way. "I know your probably responsible for our win against Ravenclaw, but if we don't practice then we'll be back at square one with Hufflepuff next month." He added, tugging her arm and bringing her into the field.
Sirius moved quietly and swiftly, leaning invisible against the stadium, watching with interest as the team lifted into the air. James had also made the team near the beginning of the year, but it was like a whole different game watching the Slytherins practice.
Lesley caught the quaffle from Alexander, a scrawny fellow with thick glasses and a nose as long as the field itself. None too good an attitude either, though when he laughed it sounded more like a hog. Looking around quickly she passed to Haley, who then passed it back to Lesley, who slammed it in for a goal.
"Sorry Polly, you'll get me next time," Lesley assured to the stout girl who was obviously the keeper.
Getting back into position Lesley cast a look in the seeker's direction, who was practicing with a white tennis ball, bewitching it to fly away from him. Looking back up to see where the quaffle was, she intercepted the pass to Nathaniel (he was also on her team, but they played two smaller teams for practice nights) and went to pass back to Alexander when she heard a whizzing noise go past her head. Grunting as she pushed herself against what quickly tackling her to the ground, she made a loud crunching noise as she hit the ground.
"Lesley, really sorry, it was an accident, I lost my balance on the broom and..." whimpered a largely built Nathaniel, he was as cowardly as a mouse but built like a lion. Lesley rolled off her broom and into the grass.
"It's-OK-Nat-just-get-off!" Lesley insisted, she felt as if every bone in her body was slowly shattering like glass. She rolled over onto her stomach to catch her breath as he stood up. She just needed to catch her breath...
"Riddle, you all right girl?" Alexander asked, landing swiftly on the grass beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine Alex, just give me a minute." Lesley said, pushing herself to her feet.
"Maybe we should stop for the night-" Alex had started, but he was interrupted by Lesley.
"No, I'm fine, everyone else is fine, and we've only been her for an hour. No one is going anywhere," she ordered, jumping onto her broom and kicking off.
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"So tomorrow's a big day, Hufflepuff, Slytherin," Sirius said, rubbing Lesley's bare shoulders, the straps to her tank top pushed down as he continued to massage her back, shoulders and neck. She mumbled along, rolling her head from side to side, sore from all of the practicing. They were sitting in the West tower, watching as the sun danced across the sky, waiting for it to go down.
Before Sirius could stop himself he was nibbling at Lesley's neck, kissing her shoulders, almost waiting for her to push him away, but she didn't. Instead she turned herself around, leaving her straps down as she pulled him up to her lips, kissing him (mouth closed) slowly, softly. Just as slowly she opened her eyes, pulling away, breathing softly. Watching him, waiting for his reaction.
He grinned, almost stupidly at her, and she smiled back, pushing him playfully. Pushing her straps back up, she put on her school robes, as she had only taken them off because the weather outside was almost too nice to have it on.
Putting her hand gently inside of his, they walked down the abandoned corridors quietly, only giggling a few times to each other to liven up the place.
"My dear madam, your hands, they are splendid," Sirius joked, grabbing at her hand and planting small kisses on it.
"Oh but my dear misuer, your hands are so lovely," She replied, going at them but stopping when he put his hand to her stomach. She looked at him, nodding slowly as if to say yes.
Moving his hands slowly up to her face, he leaned her into the wall, diving to her lips. Her lips were smooth, luke warm as he touched them with his own. Instantly he felt them warm up, felt as her cheeks blushed with them in his hands. He smiled softly, pulling away only to return to the kiss again.
Lesley's own hands were clinging to his robes, balled up into fists as she pulled him closer to her, so that they were nearly touching chest to chest. Though she knew she could hardly breathe she loved this new feeling, including the suffocating aspects of it. The only thing that felt remotely like this feeling was chocolate, she thought to herself, noticing the similarities. Chocolate had a creamy taste in her mouth, and it made her feel warm all over, making her feel safe. Definitely something like what she was feeling right then.
She opened her eyes suddenly as she felt Sirius pull away from her. Looking up at him, she caught a gaze at why he had pulled away from her. There, standing dumbfounded with his mouth laying agap in such a ridiculous fashion, was James Potter.
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Noticing that she was still clinging onto Sirius's robes, she let go of them immediately, wondering what she would've been doing if she had witnessed them from James's view. Right now he was staring at the two of them, as if glued to the spot. At last it was Lesley who spoke, though it was quiet and mumbled,
"What a bloody way to meet your friend, wouldn't you say?" she saw Sirius smirk and it was then that James finally stepped forward, looking at each of them with sparkling eyes.
"I told you, you'd end up tonguin' it in the corridors," James said, winking at Lesley. Sirius looked at him with glaring eyes, but Lesley didn't mind it, so she laid a hand on Sirius's arm to show.
"So do you plan on paying me in galleons or sickles to keep me from spreadin' what I saw with my little eye tonight?" James inquired, looking at the two stricken faces.
Lesley's face was burning, and she knew it. Before she could stop herself she said, "You say a word and I'll be sure to tell Lily about those photos you keep under your bed," she looked at his horrorstricken face.
"W-what photos would those be?" James asked, glaring at Sirius in the corner of his eye.
"Don't play funny with me, mister, you know exactly what nude pictures I'm talkin' about." Lesley said, smiling innocently as James faltered.
"You wouldn't dare..."
"You would be surprised as to what exactly I would do, Potter," she said, still smiling.
"Fine, fine, I'll keep you two's little secret, but you better not say a word Riddle, not a word," he whispered the last word with such force she could hardly keep from laughing hysterically.
"Good. Sirius," she paused, kissing his cheek mildly, "I better find you rootin' for me tomorrow," and she turned around, walking down the hall with her face lit up with a smile.
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"Whew!" Lesley nearly screamed, her heart felt light as a feather that she had been near skipping to the Slytherin portrait. The common room was filled with people, but she didn't care as the stares burned into her back. Even Lucius was looking at her funny. Running up the stairs to the girl's dormitories she did her own victory dance, snapping her fingers. "I did it, ahuh, ahuh, I'm good, I'm good..." she said, almost forgetting all about her game the next day. Almost.
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Lesley gripped her broom harder, instinctively as she walked onto the field. It was her fourth game on the team, yet still she felt the gooseflesh and lead feeling swimming around her body. And still she didn't like it. Looking around at her players, she realized what an odd team they were. There was Garum and Hunter, the two beaters, both wiry (as they had explained to her when she had gotten onto the team). Then there was Parker, John Parker, a small, grinning fifth year with missing teeth. She couldn't forget Yolks (Haley) and Whimcall (Alexander) and herself, who were the main chasers for the team (Nathaniel, Richie, and Jaine were the replacements), and then there was Ruby Polly, the team's keeper. None of them had a thing in common except that they were all fans of Quidditch and all of them happened to be very good at what they did.
The whistle blew. Both teams rose many feet above the ground, and the stadium went alive with screams and yells out to their fans. Lesley squinted around, looking for the quaffle.
"And the game begins, my friends! The quaffle is passed to Ranger Garry, he passes it to ... and another save by the Riddle, quite a looker she is if I say so myself-ouch! Yes, yes, and back to the game. Riddle passes to Whimcall, who passes it to Yolks and -- it's in! The Slytherins lead by 20 points, Hufflepuffs puffin' back at 0. And this is just the beginning folks!" Jimmy Gypsum announced, a starry eyed twig boy with blonde hair.
Lesley whipped around, diving at one of the Hufflepuff players, who were heading towards her keeper. Pulling up just in time she watched out of the corner of her eye as Polly blocked it, grinning through her missing teeth stupidly. Lesley pulled up her hands and clapped a little, before searching for the quaffle again.
"And Yolks passes to Riddle -- ouch that's gotta hurt -- Riddle gets hit with one of the bludgers in the face, but she's still movin'! Riddle passes to Whimcall, and he passes back to bloody Riddle, and she throws-score!" Gypsum said, eyes glued on the game.
Lesley reached up with one of her hands to protect her nose, the blood was rushing down her cheeks, her lips bleeding as well. Shaking the tears attempting to release, she followed the game once more, and found herself wishing more then ever that her seeker would catch the snitch. Her head was ringing as she caught the quaffle, holding it tight to her waist. The next things to happen happened so fast it was hard to keep her head from spinning.
"Lesley, Lesley..." her father's voice hissed in her head. She paused a moment, but managed to pass the quaffle to Haley before she felt it.
Two bludgers had rammed right into her, one crashing into her right knee and she felt it as it shattered. The other hit her right behind the neck. Her head spinned as she clung to her broom as it began toppling down, down, down. She was gaining speed now, but she felt something rolling down her back-blood, yes, that was blood. Everything was a large blur, and she didn't hear as she screamed from the pain and surprise. She didn't hear the yells from the stadium, and she didn't feel the wind being knocked out of her when she crashed into the ground and everything went black.
"Riddles pauses, whoosh, she passes to Whimcall -- what's this? Two bludgers come out of no where and hit right into Riddle, where are her beaters when she needs them? Whoa, she doesn't seem like she can take this one-- uhoh, Riddles tumbling, she's down!" Jimmy started, looking up to the game once more, but only for a second. "Seems that Hufflepuff took this opportunity -- Gregory Pince catches the snitch! Hufflepuff wins, final score Slytherin 50, Hufflepuff 150," he ended this last sentence with such dullness that the professor next to him might've even slapped him for his ignorance, but no one was listening to him, or looking for the snitch.
All eyes were on the unconscious figure crumpled up on the broom lying on the ground. The stadium went alive with protests and that there should've been some time out to help out Riddle, that it wasn't fair. Sirius rushed down the stands, his mind only racing with one question-was she all right? James, noticing that his friend was about to do something incredibly stupid, rushed down in front of him, grabbing onto his robes and standing him against the wall.
"Don't," James warned.
Sirius glared at him, "She's hurt down there, I can't just let her suffer!"
"There's nothing you can do Sirius, if you go down there now that'll just bring up questions, you have to wait for Pomfrey to deal with her." James said, staring hopefully at Sirius. "Just wait."
Sirius stopped resisting, and glared back at James as he stormed off the field, back into Hogwarts.
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Lesley was raised onto a stretcher, even though Madam Pomfrey had strictly not wanted her moved, ("Who knew how many broken bones she had?") it was the only way to inspect her.
Her cheeks were covered with scratches and blood, both of her eyes blackened. Her jaw looked dislocated, hanging open at quite an odd angle. The back of her neck had a large bruise (going down her neck and to her shoulder blades when Pomfrey had more time to inspect her), and her right leg was covered with such a swelling and inability to move that it had to be broken from the inside.
"She's not breathing, we need to get her to the infirmary now." The Madam ordered, running along side the stretcher.
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A/n: Interesting, short chapter, yes I know. Sorry about the delay, been getting homework done and catchin' up on family issues.
So they had a few smoochies, better be whooping on this one:P (Not to mention reviewing) Yeah yeah, I know I killed it a bit by... umm... well, putting this lightly, slamming Riddle's head into the ground like an orange.
But hey, what can ya' do when the stories just beggin' yah? Expect a long delay on the next chapter, folks.