A/N: I know I promised the ball scene but I had this idea for the Quidditch match so the next one will be the ball scene I pinky promise and it should be up either tonight or tomorrow morning. Draco doesn't really appear but the next one will be full of Malfoyness! Well my dears…R/R.

Passionate-Princess24: It makes me really glad to know that somebody is enjoying my stories. Thank you so much!

Friday came around. The day before the ball and the day of our Quidditch match. The game was about to start. I was full of adrenaline. I grabbed my beater's bat and my broom and walked out.

"Okay, practices have been great. We can do this! No need to be nervous or anything. You're all bloody brilliant." He announced then we walked out. Everyone except Harry mounted their broom and flew up into position.

"Here is the Gryffindor team!" Luna's voice rang through the air.

Applause filled the air from Gryffindor sighed. Slytherin was booing and the Raveclaws were silent.

"And here the Ravenclaw Team!" Luna's announced in her dreamy voice.

More cheering. The captains shook hands and Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

"Angelina has the q- ooh a butterfly!" Luna got distracted.

"Ms. Lovegod, the game please." I heard McGonagall's voice.

"Sorry professor." She apologized. "And Gryffindor scores!"

The Gryffindors roared with glee.

I saw a bludger flying towards and unsuspecting Ginny. I zoomed over and hit it as hard as I could with my bat. Ginny smiled at me.

"It seems Regalis has just saved her teammate from being hit with a bludger. She's a nice girl, she helped me find my books once." I smiled to myself. Luna was such a sweet girl. "Oh right the game. And Ravenclaw scores."

More cheering.

"And there's Ginny Weasley. Racing down the field the quaffle in her hand. Gryffindor scores."

Cheering,

"The score is now twenty to ten, Gryffindor in the lead. It seems Harry Potter is having trouble with his broom. He's flying every which way." Luna announced.

I searched for Harry and found that Luna was right. Harry was being thrown around by his broom. He was hanging off of it by one hand. His grip was loosening and then he was slipping.

I raced over trying to catch him. But I wasn't quick enough. Harry was on the ground. I landed and jumped off running to Harry's aid. Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Everybody stopped and floated down. Ron and Ginny came racing over. As did Madam Hooch.

Harry was unconscious.

"Harry wake up!" I shook him. "Harry!"

Madam Hooch lightly pushed me aside and checked his pulse.

"He's alive. Lucky, he could be dead from that fall." She told me.

I looked around and saw Hagrid making his way over here as quickly as he could.

"Hagrid take him to Poppy. She'll fix him up." Madam Hooch ordered.

"Ay." Hagrid agreed and with ease swept Harry's limp body up and walked towards the castle.

Ron, Ginny, and I quickly followed him.

"Oh dear lord!" Madam Pomphrey came running towards us. "What happened?"

"He lost control of his broom and fell off. He fell from really high up in the sky." I explained.

"I told Albus Quidditch is much too dangerous and now look must have at least four or five students in here a month from Quidditch." She mumbled angrily as she tended to Harry. Then she turned to us. "Out for now. You can come by to see him later."

"But Ha-"

"No buts. Out now." She cut off Ron.

We turned around and walked out. Hagrid following behind us.

"There is no way Harry just lost control of his broom. It looks like it was-"

"Cursed?" A voice cut me off.

I turned to see Hermoine walking towards us.

"Exactly." I said.

"Well, do yeh know who did it?" Hagrid asked.

"No. We have to talk to Dumbledore." I responded.

"I'll go ter see 'im now. I'll tell 'im what yeh said." Hagrid told me and with a half-hearted smile he left.

The next morning I got up early and immediately went to the Hospital Wing.

Harry was sitting upright munching on a piece of chocolate.

"Harry!" I exclaimed. "You're okay!"

"Madam Pomphrey fixed me up she said I'll be free to leave after I finish this chocolate." He told me.

"That's wonderful." I smiled. "Harry what happened with your broom?"

"It just stopped working. One minute I was fine, the next I was being thrown around." He answered.

"Like when Quirrel was cursing it in our first year?"

"Yeah."

"I think somebody was trying to again."

"But why?"

"Harry, come on. You're the boy that lived and plenty of people here have Death Eater's for parents."

"Like Malfoy" Harry snarled.

"I don't think it was Malfoy."

"I bet it was."

"What about Crabbe or Goyle?"

"They're not smart enough to curse anyone."

"What about Pansy Parkinson?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, let's forget about it for now. Dumbledore is already on the case. And the Ball is tonight."

Madam Pomphrey came sweeping in.

"You may go now." She smiled. Harry leapt up.

"Thank you." Harry said and we walked to breakfast. When we got to the Great Hall, Harry was bombarded by questions. He had to replay the story over and over again all day and each time he became increasingly annoyed.

Four o'clock rolled around and Harry was completely frustrated.

"I was in front of the whole school! You think they would have already known what happened! They saw it with their own bloody eyes!" He ranted.

"That's because you're a hero mate. They want to tell their chums about how The-Boy-Who-Lived gave them the scoop on how he heroically fell from his broom. Face it, people are obsessed with you." I joked.

"But why are they obsessed? Is it because I have a stupid scar on my forehead?" He asked.

"Of course, Harry that's the only reason that anyone thinks you're great. It's because you have a scar on your forehead. Who cares that you've fought Voldemort, right? Who cares about you being the Wizarding world's savior? Why does that matter when you have a flipping scar?" I replied sarcastically.

"I never chose to live like this. I was forced to. That's not heroic." He mumbled.

"That's where you're wrong Harry. You don't have to fight Voldemort but you do. Why? It's because that is the right thing to do. The only thing you have to do in this life is die. Nobody can make you do anything else Harry. That's the beauty of freewill. All those people that say they had no choice but to go along with Voldemort lie. They lie to the ministry and themselves. There is always a choice. Even if it was join or die. They should have chose death. It's just a matter of making the right one. And you Harry have made the right one." I told him.

"I guess you're right Violette." He replied.

"I always am." I smiled and Harry rolled his eyes. "Well I have to go take a shower. I have a date tonight. I'll see ya later."

"Bye."

I walked up to my dormitory and saw Parvati getting her stuff together for the shower. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Immediately there was a pounding on the door.

"Regalis, I need to take a shower!" Parvati yelled.

"So do I." I smiled to myself.

"GET THE HELL OUT!"

I turned on the water.

"Sorry I can't hear you over the water!" I said.

"YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH!"

I sighed and laughed to myself.