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AN: Thank you for reading my story, I'm trying my best so I hope you like it. If some stuff is wrong or I made any mistakes, I'm truly sorry. It's because I get carried away with the story and my own little imagination. So I hope you can all get past any problems you see, and let me know what they are and what you think please!

Chapter 20

Getting Away

One week has passed since I left the hospital wing and things just aren't right. My parents visited me for an afternoon, which I spent mostly in their arms, crying. Quidditch practice hasn't taken place since the match, I don't think anyone has the heart to mention it to me, and that killed me. Everyone around me looked at me with pity and treated me like some sort of helpless fool. Well even I was one of those people, I'm not myself at all lately, like a dementer sucked out half my soul. I mean, who am I now, I was the gymnast, the quidditch player but who is the girl beneath all that, I just don't know. It's times like these I really appreciate the Weasley twins. They actually made fun of me by hopping on one leg alongside me for a whole day, others thought it was mean, but I loved it. They made me feel like I wasn't any different, that my injury wasn't serious enough to stop them making fun of me, and of course they made me laugh when they tripped over each other and landed on there arses. Oliver was great, so loving and caring towards me, but today I was trying to avoid him, I knew what I had to do.

The next morning I recieved a letter from my parents.

Cara

I understand how your feeling, and I happen to agree with you. I arranged with Molly for you to go stay with her and Arthur. We will be able to come there on Saturday and see you. I wish I could collect you myself and take you home, but you know I can't get away from the office, and I don't want you alone. You know as well as I do, Molly will take more than good care of you. Dumbledore has arranged for you to floo from his office at eleven o'clock today. I'll see you Saturday, owl me if you need anything. Love you so much, as does your father. Take care of yourself, and remember everything will work out fine in the end.

Love mum

Great this would make things easier. So I told Oliver to go to class without me, that I had to meet McGonagle. With a bit of persuasion and a kiss, he left. I hobbled all the way to her office and knocked on the large, heavy, wooden door. "Come in."

I opened the door and entered.

"Ah, Ms.Jameson, I fear I know what this visit is about, take a seat." I sat in front of her desk and looked at my feet.

"Professor, I'm quitting as captain, and I'd like to recommend Oliver Wood for the position." I got it all out in one breath and tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Cara, you know I would like it if you could remain as a non playing captain, or even a manager or coach. Would you not consider that option, we wouldn't like a great quidditch mind to go to waste."

"Maybe in the future, but I really couldn't face it right now professor. I'm leaving today for a while, and I hoped you could tell my housemates that I'm gone and perhaps tell Oliver, if you decide to give him the position. Sorry professor I must go." I looked her in the eye for the first time and saw they were full of concern.

"Thank you." With that I hobbled out of her office and went to grab some of my belongings.

Glad all the students were in class, I made it to Dumbledores office with a small bag on my back, ready to leave. He was standing at the entrance when I arrived.

"Good morning Ms.Jameson, you have everything I trust?"

"Yes sir." He nodded and spoke the password to his office.

"Chocolate frogs." The statue sprung to life and we made her way up the stairs to his large rounded office. It was already eleven o'clock so I stood up to the fireplace, ready to go. Dumbledore placed a temporary charm on my leg to protect it and with that I took some floo powder, said goodbye and left for the burrow in a whiz of flames.

I landed in the Weasley living room and got an immediate smell of baking bread. I then saw Mrs.Weasley rushing towards me and shaking all the dust off of me.

"Oh Cara, you gave us some fright, you could have died! How are you dear?" I just had to look at her large caring eyes and I burst into tears. She threw her arms around me and soothed me like I was a baby.

"Come on in to the kitchen, I'll make you a cup of tea and you'll tell me everything, get it off your chest." I nodded and she helped me into the unusually quiet kitchen. Soon enough I was drinking a really good cup of tea and spilling my whole heart out to my godmother. She listened intently without saying a word, I just talked about everything I had built up inside for the last while and slowly I felt my heart lighten a bit. When I ran out of things to say I just dropped my head onto the kitchen table and let out a deep breath that felt like it had been in there for quite a while.

"Ok dear, I think you got it all up, I'll talk to you later but right now I want you to go up to bed, I have Percy's room made up for you." I nodded and headed up the stairs. I changed into my pyjamas and was surprised that I fell fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and slept for the whole day until I heard a gentle knock at the door. I grumbled and saw Mrs.Weasley's head pop in the door announcing dinner. I followed her downstairs in my pyjamas and as soon as I reached the kitchen I could smell what could only be Molly Weasleys cooking, needless to say, hunger struck right about then. Mr.Weasley soon arrived and greeted me with a hug and a talk on muggle calculators. He really is just like the twins, he soon had me laughing and forgetting all about my knee. After dinner, I could barely move, I guess I hadn't really eaten properly lately and it took a good Weasley meal to get my taste buds going again. Mr.Weasley went into the living room to read the Daily Prophet after the meal and Mrs. Weasley and I stayed in the kitchen.

"So Cara, while your here, I want you to relax and get yourself better, don't worry about anyone else, not even Oliver. I sent Errol to the twins earlier with a letter for all your friends explaining everything and that they weren't to write to you unless you wrote first which I don't advise. You need some 'you' time girly."

"Oh Oliver will be worried."

"He will, but he understands you need this. He can look after himself, don't worry about him, the twins are under strict instruction to keep an eye on him." I smiled gratefully at her, she really had thought of everything.