Part Two
Quidditch. The only way to let off a load of steam. If you're a beater anyway. And Harriet was a beater. She used to be a seeker but since she got almost no play time because of Harry, she switched to Beater. Besides, it was a great way to take out your anger.
Harriet also became a beater partly because of Fred and George. Before they left in Harriet's 5th year, they had acted as sort of mentors toward her. Sort of. They had helped her out of tight spots more than once, and they were the closest thing she ever had to best friends. She and Fred had even kissed once. She felt she owed it to them to be a beater.
WHAM! She smacked a Bludger to the opposite end of the pitch. The other beater, Jesse Everest, was sick so she had more hits than usual today.
As she flew around the pitch, watching Harry chase the snitch and Ron guard the goals, she thought about that day with Fred. When they kissed, Harriet had still been dating Ron. Although Ron hadn't known about it, she still felt that it had an affect on their relationship.
As she thought, she really wondered weather she really liked Ron. Maybe it was his resemblance to Fred that caused it. But then if he looked like Fred, he looked like George too...
"OY! Harriet!"
SMACK! A Bludger hit her square in the back of the head. She fell off her broom and through the air, her thoughts spinning into blackness. She fell to the ground, not noticing that it was Fred, who came from Diagon Alley with George to visit, that collapsed to the ground as he caught her.
Voices. Voices and spinning darkness. That's all Harriet heard and saw. But then she remembered. A flying Bludger. She fell through the air. And then Ron was there. No! Not Ron it was Fred. Fred had caught her, Fred had saved her.
She opened her eyes and looked around. It was still a little blurry but she could make out faces. Three heads of red and a few others were standing around her. As they came into focus, she realized who was there.
Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, the rest of the Quidditch team, and George were all staring down at her with anxious looks on their faces. Harriet was lying in the hospital wing, a large bandage around her head. She tried to sit up.
"Oh, bloody hell..." she groaned as pain shot through her head. She felt three pairs of hands force her back down.
"Just stay there, Harriet, you'll be fine." Harry gently patted her on the arm.
"Yeah, stay here? Where do you expect me to go? Wait a second..." She shot back up again, ignoring the searing pain. "Where's Fred?"
Just then Fred voice came from Madam Pomfrey's office door.
"I'm fine, really. It's just a sprain, really, it'll heal. Although I'm sure if it was broken that you would have no trouble fixing it."
"You were always quit the charmer, Mr. Weasley. Let me just bandage it up then," came Madam Pomfrey's voice. After a few minutes, she came out followed by Fred, who had his arm wrapped in a sling.
"Shoo! Go on, she'll be back tomorrow! Let her rest." Madam Pomfrey waved them all out and then went back to her office.
Fred walked over to Harriet's bed.
"Just a sprain?" said Harriet as he sat down.
"Yeah, well, George and me are experimenting with a new line of Skiving Snack Boxes and we need some new ideas. I guess sprained arm ain't that bad."
"Well glad I could help," said Harriet.
They shared silent laughter and an awkward silence.
"Thanks for catching me," said Harriet quietly.
"Oh. Yeah...Well I did always say that I would be there to catch a friend when in need."
"Yeah but I didn't think I would actually fall."
Silent laughter again. Fred sighed.
"Ok, well I'll let you rest. If you feel up to it later, George and I will show you some new products. Got some really wicked stuff now, business is booming."
"Oh, no, please don't leave! It's dreadfully lonely here by myself. Beside, I want to hear about all of the stuff I've been missing."
And they sat there talking about nothing until Harriet fell into a dizzy, dreamless sleep.