Chapter 16
Third Person
The crowd's cheers turned to screams as everyone saw Bella Swan get struck with the Bludger just after she'd snatched the Snitch. Zacharias Smith had taken one of the Hufflepuff Beater's bat and used it to hit the Bludger at the poor, unsuspecting girl. It'd struck her in the head and chest.
Screams and shrieks erupted from many as the young woman fell from her broom. The other players were too far away to help her, even if the Cullens had used their vampire speed.
Keeping his cool, the old Headmaster stood from his seat in the teacher's stand. Quickly as he could, he pointed at the falling figure and shouted, despite his not having his wand out, "Aresto Momentum!"
Immediately, the girl slowed as she fell, before landing, unconscious, softly on the ground. Dumbledore, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Carlisle, and Esme, ran out onto the field. "Severus, Aurora, Charity, Septima, keep the students off the field. Get them back in the castle," Dumbledore told the other professors as he left them.
McGonagall immediately conjured a stretcher and magicked Bella Swan's inert, battered form onto it. Madam Pomfrey set to work, checking the girl's vital signs as McGonagall made the stretcher float steadily to the Hospital Wing.
The Quidditch players were landing around them. Ginny, stubborn as ever, marched right after the stretcher that carried her unconscious friend. Harry, Ron, Emmett, and Jasper all followed the younger, obstinate girl.
Up above them, in the stand, Hermione, Edward, Alice, and Rosalie stared in horror. Their eyes met, and they ran out of the stands, past the protesting teachers to their friends.
No one—not even one of their professors—would keep them from their friend when she was hurt.
Bella's POV
The next thing I knew, I felt my head pounding painfully. I groaned in pain.
I cracked my heavy eye lids.
I was lying in a warm, comfortable bed. Gingerly, I raised my head and looked around me. I felt thick bandages around my head.
Surrounding me was my friends.
"Nice of you to drop in," Ron said, smiling.
The sky outside the windows was a deep indigo streaked with red. The game must have finished hours ago…great.
"Bloody hell!!" I groaned. "Can't I go one year without being stuck in one of these beds?"
They all chuckled. "Apparently not," Hermione said, smiling to me, amused.
"What this time?" I asked.
Madam Pomfrey came up then, checking my head gingerly. "You were knocked off your broom. Luckily, the Headmaster stopped your fall, but you have a cracked skull and rib. I mended them immediately, but you'll need to stay overnight, so you do not over-exert yourself."
"I'm not staying overnight." I replied stubbornly, my jaw set. "I want to find Zacharias Smith and murder him."
She chuckled dryly. "I'm afraid that would be over-exerting yourself. You will stay here until I discharge you."
"Nothing short of Dumbledore will keep me here." I said, beginning to get off the cot.
"Swan!" a familiar, strict voice scolded from the cot to my right.
I turned and saw McGonagall in the cot, watching me, her lips pursed. "If I have to remain here, then you will too. I am complying to what Madam Pomfrey says, and you will too. Do not make me call Al—Dumbledore. He has enough to worry about without having to keep a student in the Hospital Wing. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." I said grudgingly. I stand corrected. McGonagall would keep me here, too. Probably because she is my mentor, and my favorite teacher.
I crossed my arms over my chest, but then realized something was in my hand.
Surprised, I opened my hand, revealing the tiny, gold, fluttering Snitch.
"So we did win the game," I murmured.
Edward chuckled. "Yes. You won it for us." He kissed me softly, smiling. "Again."
I smiled to him. God, I loved him.
Swiftly, I kissed him again, pressing my lips gently to his. The kiss was long, and sweet.
What did I do to deserve him, my perfect angel?
The next month went smoothly. I got out of the Hospital Wing. I found out that Zacharias Smith got two months of detention, and he lost Hufflepuff sixty points. I cursed him anyways….Then pushed him down the long staircase. Yah know, the one that went from the Astronomy Tower (Hogwarts' tallest tower), down through all 7 floors, ending in the dungeons. I didn't even get in trouble for it. Go me!
(A/N: Thanks twird96 for the idea. She said, in a review:
"o no! can i push him down a flight of stairs?"
So, yes. Bella did it for you!!)
Sometime after Easter, I got an owl from my cousin, Tonks, and Remus. The babies had been born! A boy and a girl. Teddy Remus Lupin and Isabella Andromeda Lupin. My eyes had become watery when I discovered they'd named one of their children after me. They'd asked me to be Isabella Andromeda's Godmother. I'd eagerly accepted.
Soon enough, the end of the year came quickly.
Everyone was frantically worried because of the exams—especially the Seventh Years. Damn N.E.W.T.s…
Anyways, the rest of the year ran smoothly, until May 1st…
I'd just left my last class of the day, Transfiguration, heading to the Common Room, when I saw Alice running through the crowd of students, just barely at a passable human pace, towards me.
Then I saw her face. For once, she looked scared, frightened.
"Bella!" She called me. I ran to her.
"What happened!? What's wrong?"
"I had a vision." She told me.
"Of what?"
"Voldemort."
This can't be good.
I grabbed her arm as I saw the other Cullens and my friends coming up behind us. "Come on." I told them. "To Dumbledore's office."
A/N: I'm a little worried. I don't think I should finish this story. I feel like no one really likes it. Lately, I've been doubting if I should finish any of my stories...I'm seriously considering deleting my account. My stories along with it. I've updated my poll, and I want your opinion:
Should I continue as a Fanfiction writer?
