Title: Misunderstood Godsend
Pairing: Slow moving Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco Malfoy could save the wizarding world but he can only understand with Harry as his translator. A fact he is none too pleased about.
Disclaimer: This is not a profitable venture. The characters are not mine. The only thing that is, is the plot.
AN: Oooh! Get me! A fast update! sparkles Anyway, I have replied to all of my reviews individually (I think. Sorry if I missed you out, I didn't mean to I just did them all at different times.) and I just want to thank all of them again here. They are the ones who are making me write this on the day after I wrote the last chappy! I deserve a prize. .
On with the show!
Chapter 3"It's, Malfoy, our seeker. He's collapsed and he's not breathing."
A look of shock appeared on Madame Hooch's face, which was replaced seconds later by pure horror and then pasty whiteness. The speed in which this happened would have been comical to the Gryffindor team had most of them not been going through it as well.
Albus Dumbledore, who seemed to have had an ear and an eye on the pitch since the young Slytherin came charging across it, spoke a few words in Madame Pomfrey's ear and they quickly vacated the stands down towards the pitch.
"He's … he's… what? Don't talk rubbish, he probably saw his reflection, noticed a few hairs were out of place and fainted. You don't need to make such a big deal out of it!" Ron looked slightly uncomfortable seen as though the whole Gryffindor team was just mocking the Slytherins.
Harry, now the news had been sprung, could plainly see the fear in the fifth year's eyes and was now completely sure this was no joke.
"Ron, I don't think he's kidding." Alicia said, having that talent needed to be able to read emotions off anyone s face. "He looks too scared to be acting."
The crowd was still chatting and laughing amongst themselves, having seen the boy run on to the pitch but not being anywhere near close enough to hear what he had to say. The noise, however, couldn't seem to make it's way through the thick silence that enveloped the centre of the pitch.
"All of you stay here." Madame Hooch ordered with less fire in her voice than normal. "None of you are to leave this pitch, do you understand?"
A series of nods went round the Gryffindor team, all of them noticing the seriousness of the situation.
As Madame Hooch and the Slytherin boy turned their backs to the Gryffindors and walked briskly across the pitch towards the Slytherin changing rooms that the Headmaster and Madame Pomfrey had entered a minute or two ago, the boy explained a little of what had occurred in there. The Gryffindors listened intently until they could hear no more.
"At first he said that he was fine, he just looked like he had a bit of a headache. We were all talking about the strategy we were gonna use and he turned around and sat down. Flint asked if he was fit enough to play and he just said to stop bothering him. We were just coming out and he collapsed. He hit his head when he fell and it's bleeding a bit but I don't think it's that bad."
The Team in the middle of the pitch were struggling to hear the last few words but they were still heard. Ashen faces all turned to look at each other.
Silence ruled supreme in the huddle of normally rambunctious Gryffindors. No one wanted to break it.
"Do you think he's alright? I mean I know we don't like him but I wouldn't want anyone to die, really." Angelina's voice made most members of the team jump as the noise was so close.
"I don't know I mean the guy said that he wasn't breathing." That was Katie looking upset, probably at the fact that they had been mocking the Slytherin team just minutes before.
"Ferret probably did look in the mirror and it wasn't heavily charmed to make him look better than he does." Ron seemed to have gained back some of his spirit and was back to the theory of Ferret – is – a – pest – and – should – crawl – into – a – corner – and – die, which he may have actually done.
"Ron! How can you say that? This is serious!" Alicia said indignantly, "He may mock you but he is still a human being! You shouldn't wish anyone dead!"
"I have to agree with her, Ron. As much as I hate him I wouldn't really want anyone in the school to die. What with Voldemort around, we don't need death in the one place that should be safe from it." Harry gave his friend a look as he said this, which clearly said that Ron should drop the subject and that Harry didn't share his views.
"Erm…why do you think Hooch told us to stay here?" Ron said clearly trying to get back in the good books of his team.
"Well, I suspect that neither Dumbledore or any of the other teachers want this spread around school." Alicia said with slightly less of a cold tone in her voice but it was still there, threatening.
As if on cue, Dumbledore came back out of the Slytherin changing rooms and pointed his wand at his throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control the match will have to be played at a later date. I am sorry for the disappointment."
Any of the students waiting for an explanation to the postponed match were sorely disappointed, as none was forthcoming.
A roar came from the crowd as students realised they had been waiting here for fifteen minutes and were now being told to go back to the castle with no reason.
The Headmaster made his way across the pitch towards the Gryffindor team As he stopped in front of them al of the members noted the absence of the ever present sparkle in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Madame Hooch informed me that you overheard young mister Yoru as he explained the goings on that occurred in the changing rooms. I will tell you that mister Malfoy, although Madame Pomfrey wishes to keep him in overnight, he is okay. So there is no need to worry.
"I will, however, ask you to keep the happenings here to yourselves. You noticed I didn't tell my students so I would not be pleased if the occurrence today got out into the general masses."
The Gryffindors, not used to seeding the Headmaster so solemn, agreed hastily.
"Good, now, I suggest you all go change and make your way back to the castle. Professor McGonogall will inform you when a match date has been set."
With that he turned on heel and walked out of the, now almost empty, stadium.
"Well, not quite how I expected that to go." Ian Dale the bigger of the two beaters said as they walked back to the changing rooms.
The mood was now slightly less smothering as they had received the news that Malfoy was not actually dead, although everyone was still a little shocked.
People slowly reverted back to their normal bubbly selves as they all got changed and had a discussion about who they thought would win the upcoming Hufflepuff Ravenclaw game.
People slowly left the changing room first the three girls, then the two beaters leaving only Harry and Ron in the changing rooms busy stuffing items into their bags.
Conversation was flowing jovially and all the horror that occurred out on the pitch was forgotten.
As Harry and Ron rounded the corner to head back to the school something caught Harry's eye. Following them was a rather odd sight. Bringing up the front of the procession was Dumbledore, followed by a floating white stretcher holding an unconscious Malfoy. On one side of the stretcher was Madame Pomefrey fussing over her patient and on the other side was a sallow looking Snape.
When the group of people came up behind Harry and Ron, they stepped off the path to let them pass. Dumbledore acknowledged them with a nod and walked past them.
Looking to the contents of the stretcher as it passed, the two Gryffindors saw Malfoy. If it were possible he was even paler than normal and he had a fairly large gash on top off a large bump. Ron thought rather, irrationally, that it looked as if someone had hit him with a very large stick. He grinned and imagined it was him.
When the teachers and the stretcher got three or four paces past them Harry heard something.
"The pain will come as the seventh moon rises."
"What are you on about?" Harry turned round and asked Ron, coming face – to – face with Ron's grinning face.
"Huh? What, mate? Sorry spaced out there for a minute. What did you say?" Ron asked looking into Harry's face with a small smile on his face.
"I asked what you just said."
"I didn't say anything. You losing you mind…again?" He asked with laughter dancing in his eyes.
"Hey! It was probably just the wind or something." As he said this even Harry thought it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself.
"Come on, mate. Lets get back to the common room so Hermione can have somebody to lecture. Honestly, I don't know what she'd do without us!"
"Yeah, let's go." Harry still felt slightly uneasy. Hearing things was not generally a good sign. It was probably just Ron remembering a famous prediction for Divination or something.
But as they got back to the common room and friends, Harry soon forgot about it.
Slightly longer chappy for you all! But the chaps will probably get longer as I get more into the plot. Something to look forward to!
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