To Smile Like You Mean It
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slytherinambition
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Summary: Ginny Weasley never expected a new Professor to turn her life upside down. And what happens when that Professor is supposedly her worst enemy?
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Disclaimer: All these wonderful characters are the creation of J.K. Rowling, and sadly not mine at all. I may introduce a new character every now and then… but you will know considering you would never have heard of them before.
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Author's Note: I took a little more time getting this chapter up, sorry about that! But, sadly spring break is finished for me, and I am back to school…. XD
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The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
-Howie Day
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Chapter 4
Falling Out Of Thin Air
"We can win this thing!" Bobby Marks, the new Gyrffindor captain, cried to his teammates. The Quidditch season had started, and it was the moment of the first official game. "Are we ready?" He shouted once more, only to be followed by loud hoots and hollers. A smile came to his face, though he wasn't entirely full of confidence.
The team was missing their star player that year, that being Harry Potter himself. It was rare that they had lost a game with the famous Harry Potter on their team. Seeing as he had played seeker, it had been Ginny Weasley who had been required to replace the boy.
"Gin," Bobby said softly as the rest of the team went to get ready, pulling her aside. He looked at her with an encouraging smile, though it didn't help the nerves in her stomach in the least. It was hard to replace someone such as Harry, being that he was one of the best seekers in Hogwarts. She however didn't want to let her team down, though she didn't know how she could manage not to.
"You're going to be great," he said softly, before pulling her into a hug. She knew it was probably more for himself then anything, perhaps to calm down his own nerves. When they pulled away from each other, it was her turn to give him a comforting smile.
"Thanks Bobby, I'll try and make you proud," her voice was trying it's best to stay calm and light. However, she could almost feel her heart pound in her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was allow Slytherin to win, being that was the very team they were playing against.
"No," he said with a slight pause, before adding, "You will make me proud, no matter what Gin."
With another nod, he left her be for the moment. She dropped down on one of the benches in their locker room, trying hard to calm herself down. It didn't help that she was running low in the sleep department, for the past few days she had reoccurring nightmares. However, in truth it was only a little more then normal, for it wasn't rare when she did receive nightmares.
"Time to go and kick some arse Weasley," one of her fellow teammates sounded from the doorway, waving for her to follow. Ginny got up from where she sat, and grabbed hold of her broom. It was a Firebolt, one of the things Harry had given her after he had left school. She held it carefully, hoping that it might still hold some magic for her, as it seemed to have for Harry.
She finally found her way to her team, and lined up along side them. Bobby Marks gave everyone one last smile before taking off with his broom. Each teammate followed suit, getting onto their brooms and flying out onto the pitch. Ginny's red hair flew softly behind her as she came out, and her gaze drifted towards the stands.
The house colors waved in the wind, and the yells of her fellow students came to her ears. Everyone in the school happened to be there that day, though who wouldn't want to see who won out of Slytherin and Gryffindor? Slytherin cheered only for their own house, as did Gryffindor, though there happened to be a mix between Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.
"I want a nice and clean game," Madame Hooch's voice finally sounded as she walked onto the field. The box for Quidditch was held under her arm, and she dropped it in the center of the field. She held her whistle up to her mouth, and with one kick at the box, she blew into it. The blugers soared into the air, as did the golden snitch., and with one toss so did the quaffle. Ginny's eyes darted to the little thing, as it swerved towards the ground.
Without hesitating, she began to fly straight for it, the wind nipping at her face. She dove down, trying hard to keep her focus on the little thing. Before she knew it the Slytherin seeker, Gordy Mills, was at her heel. She sped up, not caring that the ground was slowly coming closer and closer.
Finally, the golden snitch changed directions, heading straight up and towards the sky. Ginny quickly jerked her broom up, yet it seemed as though Gordy hadn't been so lucky. The poor boy was caught off guard, and slammed into the ground. Ginny knew she couldn't simply stop and see if he were fine, for she would surely loose sight of the thing.
She went higher and higher, yet when she was only inches away from grabbing the snitch, her broom began to jerk. It jerked back and forth, sending her straight over the edge. She was far too high to hear the crowd gasp, but if she were a little lower she surely would have. She stuck out a hand and grabbed hold of the broom, her feet dangling off. She wasn't going to let herself plunge all that way down onto the ground.
Yet, it seemed as the broom had different ideas on it's own. It began to shake fiercely, as Ginny felt each of her fingers slowly loose their grip. One by one, each finger began to fall, until she only held the broom with one. She tried to yell for help, but only did she let go of the broom all together. She began to fall, coming closer and closer to the ground.
From the height she fell at, it was likely she would end up with more then a few bruises and cuts. She knew that it was possible for her to even end up in St. Mungo's. She couldn't think about even going there, not when he had died in that very place. She had sat by his bed day in and day out, only to pray that he would wake. However, he never had…
She could feel the ground, and closed her eyes. She was ready to hit it, made an indent in the ground. Yet, nothing came of it. She could feel two arms break her fall, and wrapping around her weak body. She wanted to open her eyes, to thank whom ever saved her, yet she fainted.
The man looked at the girl with concern, and began to slowly walk across the field. He would bring her to the Hospital Wing before he went to have a talk with the Headmaster. He brushed the hair out of the girls place, and silently sang,
"Close your precious eyes, and know an angel will watch over you. Know I am here, forever and always. My kiss will soothe your pain and my touch will make you warm. May you be warm, and may you be painless. Close your precious eyes, and know an angel will watch over you. Know I am here, forever and always."
It had been the song his own mother had sung to him every time he fell down, and every time she tried to pick him up.
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"Are you, or are you not her protector?" The Headmaster sat behind his desk, as he surveyed the man before himself. The old man had missed the game, and had been unable to be there to see what would have cost the girls life if they hadn't been careful.
"Yes sir," the deep voice of the man in front of him said.
"How do you figure this happened?" The headmaster said, as he sat calmly behind his desk. His beard was white as snow, and he looked to be fairly old. However, there happened to be a sparkle still in his eyes.
"Someone must have done a spell on the broom, for it wasn't simply something a little glitch of the broom could have done," the man sounded as he sat in the chair in front of the Headmaster.
"Very true," Dumbledore said in agreement. "Would you like a muggle candy?" He asked the man as he pushed a jar of candy towards him, going off topic for a moment.
"No thank you," the man said firmly.
"Well, your loss my son," he said with a small chuckle. "You may leave now, and we shall discuss this matter more clearly in a few days?"
The man merely nodded, before standing up and making his way out. He was the girl's protector, but so far, he hadn't been doing that great of a job of it.
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Author's Note: Well, this chapter didn't have as much dialogue, but I couldn't really put much in considering it was a Quidditch game. More to come of course! And everyone seems to be wondering where Snape is….. well, guess you will just need to wait and find out!
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