Drea looked in the full length mirror that hung in the locker room
and took a deep calming breath. She could do this, just as Remus had said,
she'd done it before, she'd do it again. Confidently she grabbed her
broom, (A cleansweep 10, top of the line broom she'd bought with the money
she'd earned over the summer holidays), and headed out to the main meeting
area of the locker room.
Most of the team was already seated and listening to James talk about the game plan. She took a seat in the back and listened carefully as she calmed her nerves. Lucius was captain of the Slytherin team and of course he was none other than a beater, and a decent one at that. In fact, Drea had learned how to maneuver well on a broom because of the way Lucius would use her as beating practice at home.
'Sirius has played against him... he did fine.... As did James. This is between Lucius and I. He will leave them out of it, wont he?' Drea tried to reason with herself, tried to convince herself that Sirius and James were not in any kind of danger, but it was useless. She knew they were, yet she said nothing.
"All right mates! Win! That's the short and short of the plan. If you cant remember anything else I told you, just remember that!" James bellowed, taking hold of his broom as the rest of the team stood. They all lined up and began their walk out onto the pitch, where they saw the Slytherin team lined up and ready, Lucius at the front and sneering greatly.
"Captains!" A very young referee by the name of Madam Hooch called from the very center of the Quidditch pitch.
James stepped forward as Lucius did the same. They glared at each other, eyeing one another with the utmost distaste.
"Now, boys. I want a clean match, that means your team Mr. Malfoy. I will not hesitate to throw your players out for any misconduct I find worthy of an expulsion. Do you understand? The same goes for your team as well, Mr. Potter. Now, shake hands and we'll get this thing started." She called over the roar of the crowd, looking at both team captains.
"Prepare to lose , Potter." Lucius sneered while extending his arm half heartedly.
"Eat dung, Malfoy!" James shot back, shaking Lucius' arm stiffly. He then stepped back and waited for Madam Hooch to release the balls.
With a flick of her wand the lid to the truck containing the playing balls snapped open and the match was on. Both teams took to the air. Immediately a Slytherin chaser grabbed the quaffle and headed toward the hoops, but was knocked off his course by a very well hit bludger sent his way by none other than Sirius.
Drea swooped in and caught the falling quaffle and sped toward the other end of the pitch, dodging a bludger hit by the other Slytherin beater, Macnair. She was almost to the hoops now, she readied the quaffle in her right hand as she neared, when something struck her in the side. She felt ribs crack in pain and realized that she'd forgotten to watch for bludgers. This was so unlike her.
Still she kept her balance and threw the quaffle as hard and straight as she could towards the left most hoop. Score! Gryffindor 10! Slytherin 0. The crowd roared on the Gryffindor side, as the Slytherin's all booed viciously.
Sirius zipped around continually aiming all the bludgers he could at Macnair and the other two Slytherin chasers and occasionally deflecting some away from his team mates such as James or Arthur Weasley (one of the other chasers.)
James hovered above the rest of the players, scanning patiently for even a glint of gold. Suddenly a whizzing sound could be heard and james immediately did a barrel roll to avoid a stray bludger.
"Sorry about that, mate!" Sirius called as he zoomed by his best friend after the heavy black ball. He reached it with amazing quickness and launched it back down at Malfoy, who was turned the other way. The bludger struck him in the back sending him face first into the handle of his broom. He cursed with rage then whipped around to see Sirius looming above him.
"That dirty little pureblood traitor!" Lucius spat. His mind was working quickly. He had to think of a way to strike a devastating blow to Black's ego.
Meanwhile Arthur Weasley had just scored 2 more goals for Gryffindor, while Macnair had scored Syltherin's first. The score was now 10-30 with Gryffindor still clinging to the lead.
Drea now had the quaffle again and was headed towards the right most hoop, when suddenly she passed it to Arthur, just in time. Because as she did the other Slytherin beater (A rather hideous looking 7th year by the name of Nott) and none other than Lucius, sandwiched her in mid air.
Drea's heart started to quicken, things were about to get a hell of a lot dirtier than she wanted them to be.
"Dear sister... what a predicament you've gotten yourself into. Looks like you and your new mates are going to finish out this match in the hospital wing." Lucius drawled, now holding tightly to her left arm, as Nott did the same on her right.
"Lucius, you're going to pay for the way you play. You have my word." Drea spat back, now realizing they were heading straight for the ground at a less than safe angle of descent.
Sirius watched from above as Drea plunged towards the ground against her will. He wanted badly to help her but he was caught defending James from bludgers that were still whirling around them. He sent another flying at Malfoy, just barely missing his head by centimeters.
"Bullocks!" Sirius cursed, watching as Malfoy, Nott and Drea were dangerously nearing the ground.
"Prongs! You have got to catch that bloody snitch or else were not going to have much of a team left!" Sirius yelled, doing his best to now defend a rather beaten Arthur Weasley.
Drea knew she was going to hit the ground, in fact there wasn't any way to stop it. She could hear Madam Hooch screaming at Lucius in the background, but that still didn't stop him. Nothing did.
Finally it hit Drea. If she was going to go down, then so was he.
"Have a nice landing, Sister. Maybe I will bring you some dead flowers while you're in the Hospital Wing." Lucius laughed maliciously, now thinking he'd gotten the best of both Sirius and his disgrace of a sister, but he was sorely mistaken.
Suddenly as Malfoy tried to pull up he found that he could not. He looked down at his broom to find Drea holding onto it with all her might. His heart felt as though it had stopped.
"You should've known Lucius, dirty play runs in the bloody family!" Drea spat, wrenching his broom handle toward the ground even more.
And finally they hit the ground. Lucius' broom handle hit first, catapulting him head over heal across the grass. When he stopped rolling he laid sprawled out on his back, looking as though he was unconscious.
Drea hit the ground all most completely sideways, as a result of her trying to correct the path of the broom. She tumbled at first, but her velocity seemed to be much higher than that of her brothers. She hit the wooden barrier of the stadium at a rather high speed and then layed crumpled at the bottom, but still conscious. Her broom was feet away from her, but she didn't have the strength to reach it.
Sirius gasped and felt white hot anger boil up inside of him. He just wanted this game to be over so he could beat the bloody hell out of that little maggot of a Wizard, Malfoy.
He looked up to see James and the Slytherin Seeker streaking after something.
"Merlin, please let James catch it, please."
Suddenly the crowd went wild when James pulled back and raised his fist in a triumphant way. He'd caught the snitch. The game was over. Gryffindor was declared winner, the ending score being Slytherin 40 Gryffindor 200. But this didn't matter to Sirius. He raced for the ground and dismounted quickly. He reached where Drea lay in a matter of seconds, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. When he reached her he felt his breath catch in his chest.
She was no longer conscious, and there was blood everywhere around her and on her robes.
Most of the team was already seated and listening to James talk about the game plan. She took a seat in the back and listened carefully as she calmed her nerves. Lucius was captain of the Slytherin team and of course he was none other than a beater, and a decent one at that. In fact, Drea had learned how to maneuver well on a broom because of the way Lucius would use her as beating practice at home.
'Sirius has played against him... he did fine.... As did James. This is between Lucius and I. He will leave them out of it, wont he?' Drea tried to reason with herself, tried to convince herself that Sirius and James were not in any kind of danger, but it was useless. She knew they were, yet she said nothing.
"All right mates! Win! That's the short and short of the plan. If you cant remember anything else I told you, just remember that!" James bellowed, taking hold of his broom as the rest of the team stood. They all lined up and began their walk out onto the pitch, where they saw the Slytherin team lined up and ready, Lucius at the front and sneering greatly.
"Captains!" A very young referee by the name of Madam Hooch called from the very center of the Quidditch pitch.
James stepped forward as Lucius did the same. They glared at each other, eyeing one another with the utmost distaste.
"Now, boys. I want a clean match, that means your team Mr. Malfoy. I will not hesitate to throw your players out for any misconduct I find worthy of an expulsion. Do you understand? The same goes for your team as well, Mr. Potter. Now, shake hands and we'll get this thing started." She called over the roar of the crowd, looking at both team captains.
"Prepare to lose , Potter." Lucius sneered while extending his arm half heartedly.
"Eat dung, Malfoy!" James shot back, shaking Lucius' arm stiffly. He then stepped back and waited for Madam Hooch to release the balls.
With a flick of her wand the lid to the truck containing the playing balls snapped open and the match was on. Both teams took to the air. Immediately a Slytherin chaser grabbed the quaffle and headed toward the hoops, but was knocked off his course by a very well hit bludger sent his way by none other than Sirius.
Drea swooped in and caught the falling quaffle and sped toward the other end of the pitch, dodging a bludger hit by the other Slytherin beater, Macnair. She was almost to the hoops now, she readied the quaffle in her right hand as she neared, when something struck her in the side. She felt ribs crack in pain and realized that she'd forgotten to watch for bludgers. This was so unlike her.
Still she kept her balance and threw the quaffle as hard and straight as she could towards the left most hoop. Score! Gryffindor 10! Slytherin 0. The crowd roared on the Gryffindor side, as the Slytherin's all booed viciously.
Sirius zipped around continually aiming all the bludgers he could at Macnair and the other two Slytherin chasers and occasionally deflecting some away from his team mates such as James or Arthur Weasley (one of the other chasers.)
James hovered above the rest of the players, scanning patiently for even a glint of gold. Suddenly a whizzing sound could be heard and james immediately did a barrel roll to avoid a stray bludger.
"Sorry about that, mate!" Sirius called as he zoomed by his best friend after the heavy black ball. He reached it with amazing quickness and launched it back down at Malfoy, who was turned the other way. The bludger struck him in the back sending him face first into the handle of his broom. He cursed with rage then whipped around to see Sirius looming above him.
"That dirty little pureblood traitor!" Lucius spat. His mind was working quickly. He had to think of a way to strike a devastating blow to Black's ego.
Meanwhile Arthur Weasley had just scored 2 more goals for Gryffindor, while Macnair had scored Syltherin's first. The score was now 10-30 with Gryffindor still clinging to the lead.
Drea now had the quaffle again and was headed towards the right most hoop, when suddenly she passed it to Arthur, just in time. Because as she did the other Slytherin beater (A rather hideous looking 7th year by the name of Nott) and none other than Lucius, sandwiched her in mid air.
Drea's heart started to quicken, things were about to get a hell of a lot dirtier than she wanted them to be.
"Dear sister... what a predicament you've gotten yourself into. Looks like you and your new mates are going to finish out this match in the hospital wing." Lucius drawled, now holding tightly to her left arm, as Nott did the same on her right.
"Lucius, you're going to pay for the way you play. You have my word." Drea spat back, now realizing they were heading straight for the ground at a less than safe angle of descent.
Sirius watched from above as Drea plunged towards the ground against her will. He wanted badly to help her but he was caught defending James from bludgers that were still whirling around them. He sent another flying at Malfoy, just barely missing his head by centimeters.
"Bullocks!" Sirius cursed, watching as Malfoy, Nott and Drea were dangerously nearing the ground.
"Prongs! You have got to catch that bloody snitch or else were not going to have much of a team left!" Sirius yelled, doing his best to now defend a rather beaten Arthur Weasley.
Drea knew she was going to hit the ground, in fact there wasn't any way to stop it. She could hear Madam Hooch screaming at Lucius in the background, but that still didn't stop him. Nothing did.
Finally it hit Drea. If she was going to go down, then so was he.
"Have a nice landing, Sister. Maybe I will bring you some dead flowers while you're in the Hospital Wing." Lucius laughed maliciously, now thinking he'd gotten the best of both Sirius and his disgrace of a sister, but he was sorely mistaken.
Suddenly as Malfoy tried to pull up he found that he could not. He looked down at his broom to find Drea holding onto it with all her might. His heart felt as though it had stopped.
"You should've known Lucius, dirty play runs in the bloody family!" Drea spat, wrenching his broom handle toward the ground even more.
And finally they hit the ground. Lucius' broom handle hit first, catapulting him head over heal across the grass. When he stopped rolling he laid sprawled out on his back, looking as though he was unconscious.
Drea hit the ground all most completely sideways, as a result of her trying to correct the path of the broom. She tumbled at first, but her velocity seemed to be much higher than that of her brothers. She hit the wooden barrier of the stadium at a rather high speed and then layed crumpled at the bottom, but still conscious. Her broom was feet away from her, but she didn't have the strength to reach it.
Sirius gasped and felt white hot anger boil up inside of him. He just wanted this game to be over so he could beat the bloody hell out of that little maggot of a Wizard, Malfoy.
He looked up to see James and the Slytherin Seeker streaking after something.
"Merlin, please let James catch it, please."
Suddenly the crowd went wild when James pulled back and raised his fist in a triumphant way. He'd caught the snitch. The game was over. Gryffindor was declared winner, the ending score being Slytherin 40 Gryffindor 200. But this didn't matter to Sirius. He raced for the ground and dismounted quickly. He reached where Drea lay in a matter of seconds, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. When he reached her he felt his breath catch in his chest.
She was no longer conscious, and there was blood everywhere around her and on her robes.