It been a week since the accident. It was almost time for the first Quidditch game of the year. Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor. Both teams were getting excited for the first match. It was the night before it, and the team plus Trea and Lee, sat by the fire in the Gryffindor tower. Oliver had his play papers laid out all over the table, and was going over them. "Ok, so you would fake left, and swiver right," Oliver said, point to the plan and traced his finger over the piece of paper infront of him.
"We got it Oliver, it's not like we haven't practiced these playes, over and over and over again," George said yawning and stretching out.
"Fine, go to bed, you need your sleep anyway," Oliver said, sighing and standing up. The chasers nodded and left, moving towards the dorms. The boys tried to do the same.
"Oh sit down boys," Trea said, laughing alittle.
"Fine," the twins complained, chuckling lightly.
"I just want you to be careful tomorrow, since I can't keep my watchful eyes on you, I want you to look out for each other," Trea said.
All the boys bent their heads alittle bit. "Don't worry Trea, we'll be careful," Fred said.
"Yea, we'll play this game for you," Oliver said.
"And I'll be extra describtive!" Lee said excitedly. They all laughed, and Trea yawned loudly. "You should go to bed."
"I'm fine, seriously, so..." Trea started.
"No, you need your sleep. Get to bed, now," Oliver said. Wearily, Trea made her way slowly over to the stairs. She grasped the railing, and walked up to her dorm. "I'm worried about her."
"We all are," George said lovingly.
"'Moine can sit with her during the game," Harry said, shifting in his seat.
"That would be great," Fred said. "I can't believe that little dork did this to herself. I know she didn't really do it, but she should have been
more careful."They all agreed. She had always been reckless. Trea never took care of herself, even when it meant she might get hurt herself. And she never took it seriously when she did get hurt.
"We'll you need to all sleep, tomorrow is a big game tomorrow," Oliver said, standing up.
"Yea, night," they all said, and went to bed.

Trea woke up up when it was still dark, even though see couldn't tell. Something wasn't right and she knew it. She quickly got out of bed and threw on her robe and bed slippers. She also grabbed her wand of the bed side table. Than she began to walk out the portrait. She walked down three flights of stairs, but she stopped.
"Get off me you bloody-" a familar voice. It faded away quickly, but it was followed by silence.


A/N: I know this is short, but I am having writer's block. I want to know
who you think should be attacked. All suggestions welcome. I also would like
to say sorry for such the long wait. There is this thing called school that
I am forced to go to every day. And all the happiness of mid terms are back
and I am back to studying. Thank you all for reviewing, and if you want to
read a different story look at my other story Foreign. Please give me your
suggestions and as always review review review. I'll try to write more after
I get some ideas.