DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, which is lame! I don't own the lyrics either! My life is lame! It's Knights Of Cydonia by Muse!
XoXo
Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I'll show you how god
Falls asleep on the job
I looked out the window at six o' clock on Saturday morning; a massive headache creeping up the sides of my head and my fly-away hair was all over the place. The sun was up and barely shining and I was blinking rapidly. Aspen was snoring quietly in the bed next to me and I finally left the warmth of my bed. I was shaking all over from nerves and the cold that was biting into my skin. I walked to my trunk and pulled out the robes that Dagan had given me the day earlier. "What are you doing?" Aspen asked from where she was laying.
"Shh. Go back to bed," I whispered, putting a finger to my lips. She nodded and rolled over, snoring within seconds and probably forgetting about our tiny conversation.
I sighed and pulled on the clothing, feeling warm within seconds. I had the helmet pulled over my head and my hair was back in a loose bun. I made my way down the stairs with my arms wrapped tightly around me, trying to keep the cold out. James and Fred were sitting down on the sofas and Dagan was on the other side, looking awake and full of coffee.
"There she is. The star player of the decade!" Dagan said with a smile. I glared at him and sat down next to James, laying my head onto his shoulder. Dagan shook his head and glared back. "No. We have to go down to the pitch. We're late as it is!"
"What do you expect? It's six in the morning! No sane person is going to be there early!" I grumbled, following the three boys onto the Quidditch pitch.
When we got outside we were greeted by the frigid air of early September. James looked back at me and grimaced, mock-shivering. I laughed and then shut up when I saw what Dagan wanted us to do. He wanted us to fly a flew laps around the pitch, which wasn't going to be easy considering the conditions and then warm up by tossing the Quaffle between us. While that may seem easy, it wasn't. Remember, it was freezing early September weather.
"All right! Now, Lestrange, I want you to go down to the other side of the pitch and watch us closely. We're practicing passing and keeping, all right?!" We all nodded, shivering in our thin uniforms.
I looked over at the stands and saw that Aspen had made her way out and was now clapping when one of us did something right. I smiled at her and then concentrated on what was going on. James was flying around the field, trying to whack the Bludger. He finally did it and sent it flying towards Leighton Docks, a fourth year. It collided with her nose and sent her flying towards the earth.
"Potter! You just sent a valuable player down!" Dagan yelled, forcing a shudder out of me. I swooped down from where I was guarding the goalposts and landed just by Leighton. Blood was pouring from her nose and I pushed my hand into my mouth to keep myself from gagging. "Bloody hell. Looks like someone needs to go to the Hospital Wing!"
"Who's taking her?" I asked quietly, knowing the answer as soon as I asked it. He turned to me and smiled a creepy smile. "No! No bloody way! I am not taking her! What do you want me to do?! How am I supposed to help a fourth year?!"
"Just take her Lestrange. I don't need your melodramatics!" he sighed, shooting me another grin. I sighed, rolled my eyes and picked her up, half-dragging her to the Hospital Wing.
XoXo
And how can we win
When fools can be kings
Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you
I was sitting next to Leighton, almost falling asleep, all because I didn't want to go back to face the wrath of Dagan. Madame Pomfrey kept coming in and out, shooting me death glares and that was when I realized that practice was over and I could leave without Dagan murdering me. I left Leighton, looking at her peaceful figure one last time and made my way down the stairs and into the Gryffindor common room, getting stopped by Dagan, coincidentally. "Where were you for the rest of practice today, Lestrange?" he accused, cornering me by a wall.
"Um, making sure that she was comfortable," I explained, lying through my teeth.
"I'm sure. And not just skiving off of my practices are we? Even though Madame Pomfrey could have done it herself?"
"Well, I just wanted to make sure. She is a valuable person to our team."
"So are you. I had expected more of you Lestrange."
"Well, maybe you should get used to disappointment!" I stalked away from him and made my way into the common room, going up to the dorms. Aspen was sitting on one of the bed's reading. "What are you doing?"
"Reading. Why? Does it look like I'm doing something else?" she asked, her brows furrowing deep into her eyes.
"No. I just wanted to know why you were up here and not on the grounds. You usually like to be down there instead of up here." I ripped off my Quidditch robes and got changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"It's freezing outside! I don't randomly go outside in the bloody cold!" I raised my hand and gasped in mock surprise.
"Aspen Green is actually swearing! That's like Raine Vondurri actually being nice!" She laughed and threw her pillow at me.
"Shut up you mental! I swear!"
"She's lying now! This is just going way to far now! She's really traveling down the wrong path!" She laughed, jumped off the bed and smacked me across the head, sending another round of giggles through us.
XoXo
No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
