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Q
Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
Don't give in to the pain
Don't try to hide
Though they're screaming your name
Don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don't turn out the light
Never sleep never die
"Whisper" Evanescence
Q
"No!" Harry shouted. "I refuse!"
"What's wrong now?" Hermione asked entering the Astronomy Tower with Rachel.
"Well Potter here came up with the idea of wearing uniforms on our little 'mission'" Draco teased.
"And Malfoy here," Ron pointed as he mimicked Draco, "suggested leather."
Rachel burst out laughing and turned to Harry, "What? Don't you want to see me in a leather cat suit?"
Harry blushed as Draco, Ron and Hermione joined in laughing. "Why'd you suggest leather?" asked Ron between laughs.
"It's better than spandex!" Rachel cringed.
"Because the Gods know that all I want to be a happy man is to get Potter's knickers in a twist and see Hermione Granger in leather at the same time," he replied.
"How about we wear whatever we want?" Hermione said blushing at Draco's comment.
"I second that," Harry jumped in.
"Third," Ron said.
"Fourth," Rachel raised a hand.
Draco sighed, "Alright, I fifth."
"Settled. We'll wear what we please on this mission," Harry said tapping his wand on the desktop. "On to the next order of business."
"Which is?" asked Ron.
"When are we going," Hermione said flipping through her copy of the Daily Prophet.
"As soon as we get the signal," Harry said leaning back in his chair.
"What's the signal again?" Ron asked.
Hermione snorted and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Martha Greene, remember?" Harry said annoyed.
"Yes, yes," said Ron.
Hermione sat idly reading when her eyes widened. "Look at this!" she exclaimed laying the paper out on the desk. She began reading the article out loud, "Professional Quidditch Star Oliver Wood Missing! Puddlemere managers reported Wood's disappearance earlier this evening. Mr. Wood was traveling back to his London flat, via the Hogwarts Express, from a substituting job at the said above school. He disappeared between the hours of six and nine tonight. If anyone has any information," she trailed off surprised.
"So the whole wizarding world will know by dawn. The Death Eaters will move him and he will die," Draco said throwing his hands up in the air.
"You seem to care an awful lot," Hermione suggested.
"Hey, I'm only here because Rachel needs me. Besides normally, I won't be caught dead working with a mu-"
"Wait," Rachel said cutting him off. She pointed to the article and began reading some more. "Written by Martha Greene, Freelance."
Hermione nodded and Harry turned to the crew. He was about to speak when Ron blurted out, "Hey! Martha Greene! That's the signal!"
If it had been spring, you would've heard the crickets chirping outside.
Hermione and Draco both rolled their eyes while Rachel hit her forehead with the palm of her hand.
Harry, ignoring his friend's comment of stupidity, continued. "Alright, let's get changed, get your supplies and met back here in fifteen minutes."
Rachel nodded her head and walked out of the room with Hermione towards their 6th floor changing room.
The two wandered silently down the halls and entered their assigned classroom, all proved for by Dumbledore. Hermione pulled out her wand and said "Lumos" lighting their way. Rachel grabbed the lighter off of the table in front of her and lighted the eight candles sitting there.
"Nox," Hermione said extinguishing the light from her wand. She changed into a pair of stretch blue jeans and a black tee shirt. She borrowed Rachel's Chuck Taylors and began fumbling with her wand.
"Here," Rachel said and muttering a small charm to pull Hermione's hair back to the nape of her neck.
"Thanks," he said and grabbed the broom that Rachel had also lent her, an Aero- Lite 600.
Rachel had already changed into a pair of black stretch jeans with her old black quidditch boots and a loose gray tee shirt, which she had stolen from Oliver. She shoved her wand into her back pocket and grabbed her Colossus: Whirlwind, blowing out the candles as the girls left the room.
Ron sat down on the edge of the old desk as Harry sat back in the chair. The girls walked in with their wands and brooms and both boys sighed loudly.
Ron was wearing a pair of darker pants with a dark blue tee shirt while Harry wore blue jeans and a forest green shirt.
Rachel walked over and leaned on the wall next to the window and Hermione stood in front of it with her arms crossed under her chest
"Great," Ron said. "Now we only have to wait for the ferret."
"Gee, I wonder how long that will take," Harry asked sarcastically.
"Hey!" Rachel scoffed.
"Play nice," Hermione commented.
There was a knock at the window that made Hermione jump. Her hand flew up to her chest and her eyes widened as Rachel turned and opened the window. Draco flew into the room and shook the snow from his hair.
"What's going on here?" a feminine voice asked.
The group of five turned to see BV walk into the astronomy tower in her pajamas, with her hands on her hips.
Ron gulped and looked at Harry then Rachel.
"Well you see BV," Harry began.
"Sit," Rachel commanded pointing to the chair behind the desk.
"Why should I?" the former Vincentian girl asked with a tone of defiance in her voice.
"Because we have Dumbledore's permission, so step off and wait until we come back if you'd like the proper reason. But the body we return with should be proof enough," Rachel glared.
"Body!?! What are you doing!?" BV asked getting worried.
Rachel sighed annoyed and waved a hand in a Jedi-like motion, "Sleep," she commanded.
With a soft 'thud', BV's head fell against the desk.
"Wicked," Hermione said stealing the words out of Ron's mouth.
Draco shook his head; "Did you have to be so dramatic about it?"
Rachel thought, "Yep," she smiled patting his shoulder, and turning towards the window.
"Good dog," Ron said as Draco led him and Hermione out of the window with their heavy window cloaks on.
Rachel turned to the window to follow when Harry grabbed her arm. "Rachel," he began. "I don't think that it'd be a good idea if we," he signaled in between them, "go on this mission in our current.." Cough, cough, "Relationship," he said clearing his throat.
Rachel smiled warmly, "That's fine Harry," she said understandingly.
"Good," he smiled back. "Lead the way Obi-Wan," he laughed gesturing towards the window as they finished putting on their cloaks as well.
"You're on your own from here Rachel," Draco whispered where stood in Malfoy Manor's dungeons. Harry was at the dungeon stairwell, Hermione was in the main hallway on the ground floor and Ron was about 60 feet from Draco's room on the third floor, where their brooms resided.
"I know," she said coolly and turned away, walking towards the door. Slowly, Rachel crept to where they held him. Once she was at the large full steel door she leaned on the cool metal and heard voices. Jumping back into the shadows when two Death Eaters passed her talking about the different tortures they could try when they returned.
Rachel's stomach churned at the thought. Turning she pulled at the heavy door and opened it without a noise. Entering the room she looked around, her insides spinning at the sight of a bloody guillotine, and at the whips, chains and other assorted weapons hanging on the walls. But she stopped and her heart plummeted when she saw him, like so many other times in her sleep. Dry blood had caked itself on his chest where open wounds lay, and the area around his ribs was bruising quickly.
"Oliver," she whispered as she ran over to where his body was hanging in a 'Y' shape on the wall. She stumbled, climbing onto the small landing. She unchained his legs and searing pain shot through her arm.
She hissed looking down and pulling at her sleeve, exposing a now black scar that seemed to be throbbing. Clenching her fist, she continued unstrapping Oliver. Once he was done, gravity took over and he started falling. Rachel caught him and lowered him slowly to the cold stone floor. Feeling the pulse in his neck she sighed in relief, removing the stolen shirt and beater, she used the tee shirt as a pillow on her legs and the beater as a rag, and she began wiping the blood and sweat from his face.
"R-Rachel?" he asked coughing slightly.
"Shhh, Oliver, I'm here," she soothed as he coughed some more. "I can't heal your wounds here and then move you, they'll reopen. Can you walk?" she asked.
"I think," he replied weakly, kneeling and then standing with Rachel's help.
They slowly limped out of the torture chamber and walked towards the end of the hallway, where Draco assisted them. They rounded a corner towards the bottom of the stairs to be face to face with two Death Eaters.
"Intruders!" one yelled as the other sprinted down the hall. Rachel grabbed his head and slammed it down off of her knee, shoving his limp body to the side. She began chasing the second one when Draco called out, "There's no time. Come on!" he commanded trying to jog with Oliver.
The three reached the dungeon stairs and Harry grabbed Oliver's other side and followed Rachel up the stairs.
On the ground floor Draco and Harry stopped helping Oliver and just dragged him instead. "Have you ever thought of losing a few pounds Wood?" Draco asked as they began going straight up stairs.
"Shut it Malfoy," Harry said and Oliver smiled.
Rachel ran and grabbed Hermione's hand, rushing them past the boys taking the steps two at a time, "They know we're here!"
At the top Hermione called out, "Ron! Get the door!"
Ron shot up off of the wall and sprinted to Draco's room, pulling violently at the door. "Its locked!" he called to Hermione and Rachel as they reached the door second.
Hermione tried her luck and pulled at the door, "Draco your door is locked!"
"Geez Granger, didn't know that you wanted in my room that bad," he smirked and pushed open the door with ease.
"Quick! Everybody in!" Harry commanded shutting the door behind him as the Death Eaters came up the third floor stairs. "Grab your brooms!"
Ron pulled out his pouch of Floo Powder. "Get in!" he yelled as everyone scrambled to get into Draco's fireplace.
"Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry:" Ron began as Death Eaters pounded on the door.
"Gryffindor Common Room!" Hermione finished as Ron dropped the powder. Green flames enveloped them as the disappeared in the fireplace.
A voice commanded from outside the door, "Report to the Dark Lord, I'll deal with them." After a few seconds, Lucius Malfoy entered his son's empty room. Sighing in annoyance he then spotted a small amount of Floo Powder on the ground. He sneered looking around, "Potter," he hissed before leaving the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Urgh!"
"Whoa!"
"Argh!"
"Oomph!"
"Ah!"
Harry had crawled from his previous position, on top of Rachel, to leaning against the base of a chair.
Rachel had crawled to Oliver and was now cradling his head on her lap.
"Should we take him to see Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione asked.
"She might ask questions," Draco said.
"Then we'll tell her that it was Dumbledore's request," Harry concluded standing up along with Ron and helping Oliver to his feet, leading him out of the common room.
Hermione, realizing the position that she and Draco where in, blushed furiously and jumped up. "I'll see you in the morning Rachel," she said and walked up the stairs to her dorms.
Draco sat up and waited to hear the door shut. He then turned to Rachel, "You really love him, don't you?"
"No, I'm fine. Harry and I broke up mutually, if we're meant to be, we're meant to be," she smiled.
"Not Potter, Wood," Draco corrected.
Rachel tried to keep a straight face but frowned more than anything. "He loves someone else," she said finally.
"Who?" he questioned.
"Angelina Johnson."
"Nope, try again Rachel," Draco smirked.
She sneered, "Katie Bell?"
Draco's face contorted in disgust. "Hell no! Not that slut!"
"I don't know!"
"Well if you can't guess then you don't deserve to know," he reasoned.
"Wait, how'd you know?"
"I am an empath you know," he mimicked her smiling.
She bobbled her head and gave him a look, then smiled with him. "Well, you better get going before a Gryffindor sees you," she said as Draco stood up and exited the Gryffindor commons, leaving Rachel to her lonely self.
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A/N: I really do appreciate the reviews that you guys write for me, but I do have one thing to say: For all of you readers that leave reviews calling Rachel a 'Mary-Sue' you're not helping. Just by calling her that, you're not giving me anyways to improve her, and not make her so 'Mary-Sue'ish. That's just critism, it's not constructive. So play nice and help me out or if yunz don't like it, don't read it.But going back to all those that do, again thank you very much.
Next time on A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch:
What will Rachel do when someone visits Oliver? Geez, this isn't 'to death do us part,'. Huh? What's this? Lucius and some 'friends' coming to see Hogwarts. Plus a little insider to Rachel's past.
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