When Euphemia came to consciousness it was the middle of the night. She looked around, and realised she was in the hospital wing. She thought back to what happened during the match and grimaced. Thankfully she wasn't in a huge amount of pain and eventually fell back into a troubled sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Cedric and Susan were sitting beside her bed. 'Oh thank Merlin you're awake Mia', Cedric had cried as Susan had rushed to get Madam Pomfrey. 'We tried to stop your fall, but you were too far away.'

'What was the score', Euphemia asked seriously. He looked startled. 'Oh Mia, you don't need to worry about that. You're injured. How do you feel?'

'So basically, we lost' she sighed, ignoring his question.

'No one blames you Mia', Cedric said gently. 'Someone was cursing your broom. Besides, we can still win the cup. If Ravenclaw beat Gryffindor, and we beat Slytherin by more..' he trailed off. Even with Gryffindor's bad seeker, they were still a formidable team. 'There's always next year anyways Mia. You're lucky to be alive. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen. Someone tried to kill you.'

'They don't know who it was?'

Cedric shook his head. 'Dumbledore is furious, but apparently they can't trace the source of the curse at all. Someone caught your broom and they've performed all sorts of tests on it and can't find any evidence anything happened at all. It took some serious skill for someone to interfere with the broom like that.'

Susan arrived back shortly afterwards with Madam Pomfrey, who shooed Cedric and Susan out of the room. Madam Pomfrey performed a variety of tests, all while grumbling under her breath about the dangers of quidditch, and asking Euphemia basic questions like her birthday. Euphemia was rolling her eyes at how unnecessary it all was and counting down the seconds until she could be released when Madam Pomfrey asked her to move her legs. Suddenly Euphemia realised that she couldn't actually move them. More than that, she couldn't even feel them. The actual sensation of having legs, that she took for granted in everyday life, was gone. When she told Madam Pomfrey this, she looked noticeably worried. Euphemia herself was shocked, and disappointed. This probably meant she might have to stay in hospital for an extra few hours. Her ADHD was already driving her crazy. This was a magic hospital, right? Surely they could fix anything with a potion or the flick of a wand. She sat there with her mind wandering while Madam Pomfrey fussed. Eventually Madam Pomfrey stopped her spell casting and looked at Euphemia gravely.

'I have bad news' she said.

Euphemia inwardly groaned. How long was it going to be before she could leave. She looked at Madam Pomfrey expectantly.

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath. 'I'm afraid this injury is beyond my expertise Miss Potter. I can call in some experts in this type of trauma from St Mungo's to examine you but I'm afraid this injury may be irreversible.'

Euphemia froze. 'Irreversible?' she choked out. 'But that's not possible'. 'Magic can do anything.' 'Surely there is a spell, or potion, or something that can fix this?'

Madam Pomfrey looked at her sympathetically. 'We can do incredible things with magic.' However the human brain and nervous system are extremely complex, making treatment very difficult. In this area we are not much further ahead than the muggles. We are much better at managing conditions such as this, in that an injury like this will not have as severe an impact on your life as if you were a muggle, but we are not much nearer than they are to an actual cure. We will do our best to help you, but I am afraid this may be permanent.'

Euphemia spent the next week in the hospital being poked at by various different healers, and She was miserable. This was life-changing for a normal person, but possibly a death sentence for a demi-god. How was she supposed to fight a monster? Or defend herself if someone decided to attack her again.

Word of her predicament spread around the castle quickly and she was inundated with visitors. She refused all but her closest friends. She eventually gave in and let in the Weasley twin who had hit her with the bludger, whose name she learned was Fred. He apologised profusely almost to the point where it was annoying. Euphemia knew it wasn't his fault, he was only following the rules of Quidditch, and the bludger would never have hit her if her broom had not already been malfunctioning. However she had no other target for her anger and seriously resented him for her situation.

She also received a visit from Professor Dumbledore who apologised and reassured her they were doing everything in their power to catch the culprit.

Euphemia tried not to go places by herself anymore. Someone had tried to kill her, and almost succeeded. They hadn't been apprehended, which meant they would likely try again. She was also surprised there hadn't been more of an investigation, or more fuss about it. Murder attempts in the muggle world always made the newspaper at the very least. Murder attempts on celebrities however went down in history.

She was eventually discharged from the hospital when Madam Pomfrey was confident she would be able to function relatively normally, under the condition that she came back once a week for check-ups. She was given a broomstick that had been customised to suit her situation. It was charmed to be slow, comfortable and easy to manoeuvre.

Life continued on as normally as was possible when you attended a magical school. Euphemia was still stared at and whispered about in the corridor, except now these stares were mainly filled with pity instead of awe. Euphemia couldn't stand being pitied. It made her feel weak. The worst consequence of all was that she was not allowed to play Quidditch anymore. It just wasn't safe enough when she was unable to grip properly with her legs. She wasn't even allowed to go watch Quidditch practice, in case someone tried to kill her there. Her friends tried to treat her as normally as possible, but Euphemia could tell they felt sorry for her.

The most interesting thing to happen since the match was that the gamekeeper, Hagrid's hut had almost burnt down. Rumours flew around the castle, each more ludicrous than the last but the incident was generally attributed to the large man having done something highly irresponsible.

Towards the end of the year, however, Euphemia's scar had started burning almost incessantly. She had written off the flash of pain on her first day as due to her imagination, however she was unable to do so any longer. She had gone to the hospital wing and complained, however Madam Pomfrey had been unable to find anything wrong. They had even called in expert Healers to look at her scar, however they hadn't been able to find anything amiss. As the first and only person to survive the killing curse, no one had any idea as to what the side effects should be. Euphemia was sent off with a stock of pain relief potion, but no real solution to her issue.

Despite the intermittent pain, Euphemia thought that she had done rather well on her exams. She had explained her situation to Professor Sprout, and had been allowed to take her written exams in a separate room to the rest of the first years, using her glasses and a special anti-cheating dicta-quill. She had worked hard, and thought she had performed well. She excelled in her practical examinations, particularly Transfiguration and Charms. She had made a beautifully intricate snuff-box for her Transfiguration exam, and while she had not managed the silent casting that she had on her first day in Charms, she still managed to perform all of the tasks asked of her efficiently and with ease. She had prepared extremely thoroughly for Potions and therefore thought she had done reasonably well, even with Professor Snape trying to intimidate them throughout the exam. The Defence against the Dark Arts exam was a joke. If Euphemia didn't know better she'd swear Professor Quirrell wanted them to do badly. Nevertheless she had learned the material as she knew how important a subject this would be for her as a demigod. She planned to spend the time she had before exam results came out enjoying herself with her friends.

She had spent some time adjusting her fighting techniques to fighting from a broomstick. It required time to get used to, but could actually prove advantageous. On a broomstick she would not tire as easily and had greater manoeuvrability. She would be able to fight monsters from many more angles than just from the ground. She had come to the conclusion that even if the wizarding world did not have a simple cure for her legs, the divine probably would. She would just have to make it to Camp Half-Blood and then she would be cured.

The last week of school leading up to the feast had been strange. Professor Dumbledore had called Euphemia up to his office, (which had been extremely cool) and informed her that Professor Quirrell had been responsible for the murder attempt on her, and that he had been removed from the castle. She had also learned to her horror that he had been possessed by the wraith of Lord Voldemort (who was not actually dead).She probably should have suspected Quirrell to be honest. It was an extremely disturbing revelation that the person who had murdered her mortal parents was still alive and wanted to kill her.

Ravenclaw had beaten Gryffindor, and Slytherin had beaten Hufflepuff in Quidditch, leading to victory for Slytherin in the Quidditch cup. Both losing teams lacked a good seeker, which had cost them greatly. Euphemia found Draco unbearably smug about this, although he did try to be a bit sympathetic to her plight. Gryffindor had won the house cup, which was at least something to be thankful for. They had broken Slytherin's seven year winning streak. Euphemia didn't think it was possible for Draco to be any more smug, and would hate to see what he was like if Slytherin had won both competitions.

Exam results came out soon after, and Euphemia was delighted with how she had done given the circumstances. Hermione Granger had the top marks in the year, however Euphemia had gotten better marks than her in her Transfiguration and Charms practical's. Her marks were not as good in her other exams, but still extremely respectable. Susan, Hannah and Neville had all done well as well, while Draco had received the top mark in potions.

Finally the day came for them to depart Hogwarts for the summer. Euphemia had the addresses of all of her friends, however had warned them that she would be travelling in America for the summer and may not be able to send letters or meet up. She departed King's Cross under her invisibility cloak so the muggles couldn't see her broomstick, with her trunk shrunken in her pocket, and her golden bracelet on her wrist. She couldn't wait to find out more about her godly parent, find new friends, and have adventures.

A.N Thanks to Hoodedgenius98 for some inspiration for this chapter. Hope you all enjoy.