The Quidditch game was one of the worst in the history of Hogwarts I will explain what happened soon and the after effects of the game. Actually they should be called aftershocks as the explosion was so large as were the conqucences.
The explosion threw me off my broom. Lucky for me there was adults at the game who knew how to act when the moment was crucial. I landed with a soft bonce on to the Quidditch pitch. Immediately the screaming started and with it came panic. I could hear the sound of everyone's desperate run as the struggled to get away from the pitch as I looked up at the bleak clouds. I just laid there staring at the clouds as the noise around me threatened to drive me to despair. A tear rolled down my face as the clues Me had sent to me fitted in.
A friend has put a friend in hospital wing - the feuds that had erupted because of the game. The reason is lying in a trophy in the air- the snitch it does shine with a golden gleam I guess it would be called a trophy to someone who was mad with Quidditch fever or just mad in general. The end will be the start yet there are guides that rule the end - the end of inter-house friendships begins at the start of the game yet there are teachers which overlook the different houses to make sure that the ex-friends don't become aggressive they teachers are the guides. People get will get hurt yet there are Auroras there but they will not move to help- unless the Quidditch player is fatefully injured or one of the Quidditch captains call time for the player none of the Auroras are allowed to intervene.
Someone pulled up and slowly dragged me off the pitch. They kept on repeating something but it was lost on me in my shock. Me had sent an explosion off in Hogwarts. The future of Britain's future lies with us but because of a bomb it could have been destroyed. Almost Losing 7 years' worth of students was nothing to be taken lightly. I was gently pushed into a chair and I felt hands on my shoulders and got the general picture that there was a person trying to comfort me but all I could do was look at the window struck by the enormously of the loss it would be.
Headmistress Bell's piecing voice shook me out of my retrieve and my head snapped towards her.
"No one has been hurt by this accident." The tightness around very one's eyes eased slightly.
"Measurements are being taken to protect the students and I'm afraid that I am going to have to demand that the parents or quests leave this instant." A general roar of outrage came from the people in question. The Headmistress simply glared and the room quietened. She wasn't picked just because she was an excellent Quidditch player.
"The spells which we are using requires that no one who doesn't wish to spend the next four months with us isn't here otherwise we just as might put all the children out on the Quidditch pitch and hope the next explosion doesn't kill anyone." I heard a whimper escape from someone.
"Who of you will stay here." tentative hands went up.
"I will give you 10 minutes for any of you who are not staying to say your goodbyes and leave and those who are staying would you please come to stand next to me." The Headmistress finished turned and started giving orders to Professor Logherm quietly. Stark contrast to how loud her voice had been a minute before.
Half an hour later I was safely tucked into bed with my demeaning thoughts. Do you know how hard it is to be in my head when I have even the slightest sliver of guilt and at the moment I don't just have a sliver of guilt I have a bathtub of guilt. A continent of guilt, a planet of guilt, a universe of guilt all together all the guilt I have I'm drowning in. When I was walking up to the Gryffindor tower I overheard Professor Longbottom and Mr Higgy (a parent who had elected to stay) talking about how they had to have an exit for any of the children that are going to be pulled out. I sighed why couldn't life just be simple and boring it's so much more more, well it sounds far better in my opinion but that's just me.
The sun was shining which threw a bright light on a very unhappy situation. The Headmistress announced at breakfast that we were to act as if nothing had happened. As a prefect I was to lead this devolvement. Yay.
It actually was quite easy all the same jokes still cracked up the same people and Lily was still failing in Ancient runes. The only hard thing was to keep a smile on your face when you saw someone leaving and all you could think is why couldn't that person be Malfoy so we could drop this awkward idea of friendship and of course lose that friend or potential friend anyway (however nice first years are they don't qualify as friends I'm sorry to say).
It had been a week since the accident as their calling it. Ironically it had been the most pleasant October in years. The newspapers had been told to keep it quiet so we didn't even have to worry about bad photos of us being spread across the front page. Lost in my thoughts I bumped into something.
"Ooops." the something said.
"No it's my fault." I apologized as I started picking up my books that had scattered on the ground.
"No it's my fault." I looked up to see a handsome guy- scratch that- a really, really handsome guy standing above me. I struggled to answer back so I just looked down and collected my books silently. As soon as he had finished helping me he brushed past me and continued on his way leaving me there, star struck.
After a couple of minutes I came to my senses and walked slowly to the Gryffindor tower trying -for once- not to get lost in my thoughts. Bumping into one handsome stranger was enough for today.