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caitlin
I ran across the Quidditch field through the pouring rain, my coat wrapped tightly around me. Mia struggled against the wind behind me. Alexandra and Aida huddled together walking bent almost in half in front of me, while Caitlin walked, her coat flapping in the wind and dark hair streaming behind her, getting soaking wet. She had lost her hat to the wind, and some of the buttons on her old coat were missing.
We reached the stands and climbed quickly to the top, where I took a seat next to Hermione. Mia sat next to me, and pulled her hat further down over her eyes, and slouched in her seat. Alexandra, Aida, and Caitlin filled up the rest of the row.
We had no sooner sat down than the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams walked onto the Quidditch Pitch. I stood up and started screaming. The rest of my row followed my example and cheered. The wind carried our voices away.
Oliver and Cedric Diggory, the captains, shook hands. The teams mounted their brooms and lifted into the air. The balls were released. Angelina immediately took the quaffle and headed down the field, but lost it to one of the Hufflepuffs, but it was taken back by a Gryffindor, who scored.
Thirty to twenty points later, in favor of Gryffindor. The bludgers were giving Fred and George a heck of a time. They had missed one, which had taken out Alicia, which also stopped her from scoring. Oliver was doing fine, he had only missed a couple. Hufflepuff wasn't doing as bad as I thought they would. Cedric had obviously put together a good team. Harry was so far up that I could barely see him. I had no idea where the other seeker was.
Forty-five minutes later the score was eighty to thirty. Gryffindor fifty points up. The teams were landing.
"Oh!" Cried Hermione. She jumped up and ran down to the pitch. I watched her as she hurried across the field and pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry. Wood shouted and hugged Hermione.
"What did you do?" I asked as she sat back down, a satisfied smile on her face.
"His glasses!" she said excitedly. "He couldn't see out of them. I jinxed them to repel water!" Hermione was literally bouncing in her seat.
"Good idea!" I yelled.
The team flew back up. I could tell things improved for Harry. He flew around more. I watched him dodge a bludger, and duck as Diggory sped in the other direction. What was Diggory doing? He could have HIT Harry!
Thunder rolled through the sky, and lightening lit up the play. Wow, this was getting dangerous. Someone was going to get hit by lightening. Most likely a seeker, they were so high up!
I watched as Cedric zoomed at Harry, who threw himself onto his broomstick and raced neck to neck with him. Then my gaze slowly moved down to the grass.
A hundred or so dementors stood down there. I felt sick. The last thing I remembered before falling back into my memory was Harry slowly falling to the ground. I screamed.
"I'm going to be expelled, I know it! Ever since Bill went to Hogwarts, I've been waiting to go, and I did, and I was so happy, and now I'll have to leave! What will Mum and Dad say?" I sobbed.
"Ginny, I don't think you'll be expelled!" Harry said, but his words did not comfort me.
I saw Percy stomping away, Tom coming out of the diary, Professor McGonagall's face when I thought I would be expelled, and Harry falling through the sky.
"Ginny!" Someone said, shaking me. "Ginny? Are you alright?" I was an urgent tone.
My eyes snapped open. Mia and Caitlin were standing over me. They both had white faces. We were still in the Quidditch box, it was still raining, but the thunder and lightening had stopped, and the rain wasn't so bad. The box was empty except for Mia, Caitlin, and Neville.
"When we first met the dementor on the train she was the same," Neville said. "Only, this time she looked worse!"
"Ginny, what happened?" Asked Caitlin.
I closed my eyes and took several calming breaths. Then I answered slowly. But, I left out the part about me being possessed. What would they think if they knew I was possessed by Voldemort?
"I saw Percy yelling at me, and Harry... Harry falling! What happened to Harry?"
"He was taken up to the hospital wing a minute ago. You should have seen what Professor Dumbledore did to those dementors. He slowed Harry's fall, and them yelled at the dementors, and then when they didn't leave he shot white stuff at them!"
"Miss Weasley?" Professor McGonnagall had walked up behind Caitlin. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Come along then," she said, motioning for me to get up and follow her.
I tried to stand, but collapsed back onto the bench. It had stopped raining by now.
"I don't think I can stand," I said despairingly. "I feel very faint."
Professor McGonnagall looked at me worriedly, and looked around.
"Neville? Do you think you could carry Miss Weasley?" She asked.
"I don't think so, professor," Neville said uncertainly. "If I could, I would."
Professor McGonnagall bit her lip and looked around.
I closed my eyes, partly from exhaustion, and partly from embarrassment. I leaned against Mia who was sitting next to me.
"Professor Snape?" Called Professor McGonnagall.
My eyes snapped open, but I shut them quickly and groaned inwardly. Why Professor Snape? Him, above all the other Professors? Why Snape? I asked myself, just about dying. My reputation going down the drain, being sliced to bits. Like the peels of an apple or carrot being forced down the disposal, and chopped into mush, able to be disposed of. (A/N: don't even ask)
I heard him climbing the stairs to the box we were sitting in.
"Severus, could you please take Miss Weasley up to the hospital wing?"
I kept my eyes closed.
"What happened to her?" Snape asked. I did not detect any concern in his voice.
"The dementors had a terrible effect on her," Professor McGonnagall lowered her voice, as if trying to shut Neville, Caitlin, and Mia out of the conversation. "You do remember what happened last year?"
I opened my eyes, and saw Professor McGonnagall give Professor Snape a hard look. I turned my head away from them.
"Miss Weasley, you'll need to put your arms around my neck so I can pick you up," Snape said, bending down, and putting one arm around my back, and the other under my knees.
I brought my arms up and linked them around his neck. I could just die about now! I felt like crying from embarrassment. He stood up and walked down the steps to the wet field. I buried my face in his shoulder just to stop myself from crying. Most of the students had followed Professor Dumbledore and an unconscious Harry inside. There were still some left in the boxes, and some mingling on the pitch. Everyone stared as Professor Snape carried me across the field. I had never felt such humiliation.
As he walked across the field - which seemed miles longer than it really was - I sought to control my emotions, and sort out my thoughts. But, I was interrupted when I heard a snap of a camera.
Dang Colin Creevey! He took a picture of me in such a humiliating position. I seriously could set the basilisk on him, right about now! That would destroy the film.
He carried me up the steps of the castle and up to the hospital wing, where more students saw me. I swear he went the long way, just to mortify me.
Then I realized he wasn't going to use any of the secret passages, that Fred and George showed me. They had a wonderful map called the Marauder's Map. Of course, they weren't going to give it to me. They needed it. It showed everyone, all the time, what their doing, and where they are. It showed passwords to secret rooms, passages, and common rooms. It was a very useful thing, and on occasions, they had lent it to me. Like the time I raided the kitchen. I borrowed it so I wouldn't get caught.
We reached the hospital wing in what seemed like hours. The entire Quidditch team saw me, and Ron and Hermione. I would never hear the end of it from Fred and George. I was doomed! He told Madam Pomfrey what happened, and he set me down on a bed on the far side of the ward.
"Thank you, Professor Snape," I said, courteously.
He nodded, and walked out of the ward, his cape billowing behind him like a black sail.
I lay down on the pillow and Madam Pomfrey gave me lots of chocolate. She told me I would only be there for the night, and I sat there and listened to the team. Harry, apparently, hadn't woken up.
"Thank goodness for the rain!" Hermione said. "He would have been killed!" She sounded as if she had been crying for a while.
"Look, he didn't even break his glasses!" Fred exclaimed.
"That was just about one of the scarier things of my life!" George said, and he moaned. "Who would we have to chase bludgers away from if he had died?" They laughed, but it was a weak laugh.
"Look!" Cried Katie, a keeper on the team. "He's coming to!"
I noticed that Oliver wasn't there. Had he fallen too? I looked around, no one else was in the ward.
"Harry!" said Fred. "I think I've lost all my skin color because of that stunt you pulled!"
"What happened?" asked Harry. Did the impact of the ground damage his memory? I asked myself.
"You fell..." Angelina said, shakily.
"Fifty some feet, you reckon, Fred?" George looked at Fred, who nodded.
"Oh, Harry! I thought you'd died!" Hermione cried, beginning to cry again. She sat down on the bed.
"Are we replaying Hufflepuff?" Harry asked. All he cared about was the game. He didn't even think about the fact that he had almost DIED!
Silence met this question.
Harry's eyes grew round. "We, we... we didn't... lose..." his words were drawn out slowly, as if he didn't want to accept the truth. "Did we?"
The answer was clear. Gryffindor had lost. Hufflepuff had won, and all chances of getting the Quidditch Cup were just about gone.
"Diggory did get the Snitch," George said reluctantly. "He didn't realize you fell, but when you did he wanted a rematch, but even Wood -"
"He's drowning himself in the showers presently..." Fred inserted.
"-Said they won fair," George finished.
This news hit me so hard, I felt like an giant anvil had fallen on top of me, not crushing me, just shocking the breath out of me.
"So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, and we beat Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, we could win possibly," George reassured Harry.
"Of course, it's just a margin of a hundred points," Fred said, trying to help George. "If by some slight chance, Hufflepuff wins over Ravenclaw - not a possibility though - we're out of the running."
I sighed. This was going to be hard for Wood to accept. He needed that cup. He'd been waiting for it for it ever since he joined the team. I seriously hoped, for everyone's sake, that they won the cup.
"-You're still the best seeker we've ever had, Harry!" Fred was saying.
They were all leaving, except Hermione and Ron.
"You should have seen Dumbledore! He was so angry!" Hermione said, shivering- from cold or fright, I don't know. "He ran onto the field shot white stuff at them - after he had slowed your fall - and the dementors left. Most of the Quidditch players stopped playing. One or two zoomed after you, but most just sat there and looked terrible."
"He conjured up a stretcher and took you up to the school. Most everyone followed," Ron said looking at Harry anxiously.
There was a nervous pause in the conversation, where Harry's eyes roamed the room, and Hermione and Ron watched him intently.
"Er- Did someone get my Nimbus?" Harry asked - obviously trying to use a normal tone.
"Well, um, it got blown away when you fell off..." Hermione trailed off.
"And it hit..." Ron looked at Hermione, who reached under the bed and pulled out her cloak wrapped around something yet to be revealed.
"Oh, Harry! It hit the Whomping Willow!"
"The Whomping Willow sure doesn't like to be hit!" Ron said. Hermione opened her cloak and spread it on the bed.
Harry moaned and lay back on his pillow. I sat up. It was the remains of Harry's Nimbus 2000. Completely irreparable.
Madam Pomfrey walked over and shooed Hermione and Ron out. They stopped at my bed.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked. "What happened to you?"
"Dementors," I said, and shivered.
"OUT!" Madam Pomfrey yelled. "They both need to rest!"
Hermione and Ron quickly hurried away from my bed, casting backward glances over their shoulders. They walked out, and closed the door behind them. Madam Pomfrey was bending over Harry feeling his forehead, and peering into his eyes.
"Dementors!" She snorted indignantly. "You and Miss Weasley- both of you, chocolate and rest, will do it!" She handed me more chocolate and hurried over to her desk.
I bit into the chocolate. It was regular milk chocolate. Imuch preferred dark, but milk was good too. The familiar warmth of the chocolate spread through my body. I sighed and turned over, closed my eyes, and fell into a very deep sleep, which was not interrupted.
A/N: Chapter 14! I know I'm dragging Prisoner of Azkaban out... but since I was banned from reading the books this summer, (i was already reading PoA) so I don't have much access to Goblet of Fire. I'm hoping I can realllllly stretch PoA out. Does anyone have any ideas of how to get Sirius Black into this? Its difficult- especialyl since she can't hide behind chairs/couches to hear everything! if anyone has any suggestions they are most welcome!
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