Chapter Five
Rose watches an accident
Rose sat in the packed Gryffindor stands the following day. With a group of rowdy third year boys to her left she could hardly hear her younger brother Hugo commentating but she knew that the Gryffindor where winning by at least thirty points. Lily had been the most prominent goal scorer but Jackson Haywood and Bobby Stewart, the other Gryffindor chasers, had both scored as well. All they needed now was for Albus to catch the snitch, he had two decent attempts which was two more than Jamie Railings the Ravenclaw seeker, but the game had been going for about two hours and if Jamie caught the snitch soon it wouldn't matter how many goals Lily and the others had scored Ravenclaw would win.
"Come on Al," Rose thought as she watched him circling the stadium high above only visible as a speck of red.
"Haywood has the quaffle passes to Stewart then Potter, Haywood, Potter, Potter heads for goal come on Lily," the same though was on everyone in the Gryffindor stands mind when a bludger headed straight for Lily normally it would be something she would avoid easily but on this occasion she was distracted like the rest of the stadium as Albus and Jamie suddenly dived from their positions high in the air to the centre point on the pitch.
The bludger hit Lily square in the chest and she fell off her broomstick from high in the air. Her back arched and for just a moment she looked as graceful as an acrobat but then gravity took her and she began plummeting to earth. Rose thought she was the first to notice but she was mistaken one person had noticed before her indeed he had not moved his eyes from Lily the entire game: Charlie Zabini. But he just like Rose could do nothing but watch Lily fall from about twenty meters to hit the Quidditch pitch. Even from her place in the stands Rose was sure she heard at least one bone snap. Standing up immediately and followed by Marianna she rushed through the crowd pushing her way through the third year boys and then the rest of the crowd. Down a flight of stairs, she ran across the pitch thinking just one thought,
"Please let her be alive please let her be alive," She reached Lily just seconds after Charlie who was holding her hand his face deathly pale and his breathing exaggerated.
"Move aside," the voice of the Headmistress cried placing her hand on Lily's neck she breathed a sigh "she's alive but she looks like she has broken her leg. Miss. Weasley, Mr. Zabini take her to the hospital wing," and with a flick of her wand she conjured a stretcher that scooped Lily up and bound her.
"Professor I'm her brother," Albus protested as he landed alongside the group the struggling snitch still in his left hand.
"Mr. Potter you can go with her when you calm down Miss. Potter needs medical attention that cannot be achieved when Madame Pompfrey is dealing with someone shouting at her you may see Miss. Potter when you calm down."
"I am calm," Albus said in a voice that clearly showed he was not.
"Al," a softer voice said to his side and he noticed Alexandra had interlaced her fingers with his own. "Lily is going to be ok she has Rose and Charlie with her they aren't going to let anything else happen to her."
Rose and Charlie actually where sat in the hospital wing with no idea what Madame Pompfrey where doing to their best friend and girlfriend respectively.
"She's going to be ok," Rose thought to herself as she looked at Lily's face so pale with blood pouring down the right side of her face.
"Miss. Weasley drink this," Madame Pompfrey pushed a glass of clear liquid towards her that could have been water if it was not tinged with a very light purple color. Rose looked at the glass questioningly but Madame Pompfrey only said, "drink it," in a stern voice. Rose did so and just seconds later she felt herself slip into unconsciousness.
When she awoke she felt angry with herself for sleeping what if Lily had gone worse and she had just slept through it? What if she was better and there was no one there when she awoke? When Rose pulled the curtains surrounding her bed and saw either an early morning light stream through the window is the far side of the hospital wing. Laid on the bed next to her was Lily still pale with her hair fanned out across the pillow but her breathing was steady and a little color had returned to her cheeks.
"How is she doing?" she asked Charlie who was sat next her with his hand interlocked with hers.
"Better," he replied not looking up.
"Her left leg is broken but Madame Pompfrey has fixed that. She took some damage to her chest that is harder to fix, she broke three ribs and her left wrist too." Rose looked up to see Scorpius stood at the end of her bed talking as calmly as any healer.
"Thank you," she smiled at him "okay he could be rude," she thought "but in this moment I am glad for his calm description that I'm sure Charlie would have been unable to give."
"Oh Rose," Anya Zabini cried loudly breaking the calm voices that had talked so far "isn't it awful poor Lily,"
"Yes I suppose it is bad," Rose replied in a monotone voice.
"Don't you want to leave and get changed?" she asked looking Rose up and down the hem of her cloak was covered in inches of mud she had picked up from the walk across the quidditch pitch and grounds. Her face had a smear of mud across the nose and her long hair was messy.
"No," Rose replied quickly "I am staying here with Lily,"
"Really?" Anya asked pulling a face.
"Yes I am not leaving Lily until she wakes up."
"Well then Scorpius are you leaving?" Anya asked haughtily.
"Yes," he replied much more solemnly. "I hope she recovers soon Rose," Rose looked up at him but he was pulling a chair from across the room and sitting it beside Lily's bed so that Rose could sit next to her cousin.
"Thank you," she smiled as she sat down in the chair.
"Come Scorpius," Anya said obviously bored.
"Wish her well from me," he said looking at Rose.
"I will," she replied as stoically as he had said looking at Lily when she turned to look back at Scorpius he was gone and the door at the end of the hospital wing was just banging shut.