Chapter 7: One Moment Changes Everything

(Rose's pov)

My eyes flew open as I wondered what was that had woken my up just in time to see a pillow land on my face. Before the person hitting could slap me again, I quickly sat up, and laughed when I saw both Sahara and Alana standing at the head of my bed, both with a pillow.

"Okay, okay, I'm up!" I said, reaching out my hand to prevent them for hitting me again. "But why did you have to wake me up? It's Saturday, isn't it?"

Sahara rolled her eyes. "It's the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match today, Rose. What else?"

I groaned. How had I forgotten? "Fine, I'll be right there." I moaned and slowly got out of bed before going to the bathroom to change into my Quidditch uniform.

After, I was ready to go, I went downstairs to the Great Hall to take my place at the Gryffindor table between Albus and Alana. Albus high-fived me as I sat down. "Ready to destroy Slytherin today?"

I smiled. "I'm always ready to destroy Slytherin."

Not long after breakfast, the entire school headed to the Quidditch pitch like a flock of birds. Students filled the stands while the players got ready to board their brooms. In the crowd, I spotted Hugo, Alice Longbottom, and Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, among others from their year. I also found Sahara and Alana and quickly waved to them. Soon, Aaron Jordan, our commentator and close friend of James and Fred turned on his microphone, and we knew it was time for the match to begin.

"Good morning, ladies, gentlemen, professors, and mythical creatures! Today we have Spectacular, amazing Gryffindor team, who went undefeated last year against rotten, smelly Slytherin! First, let's meet the Gryffindor team." The crowd cheered, and Aaron waited for it to quiet down before he continued. "First off, we have my dear friend James Potter, beater. James is the son of Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, and the grandson of James Potter the first, one of the best pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen, although we are determined to beat that. Next, we have our lovely chasers, our newest being Lily Potter, sister of James. Next we have Rose Weasley, who is starting her third year as our star chaser." The crowd applauded as I soared onto the field and took my place next to Lily.

After the crowd calmed down, Aaron began to talk again. "And finally, we have Roxanne Weasley. If she were two or three years older, I would ask her out, but I don't think my dear friend Fred would like it very much if I did, so –"

"ENOUGH, JORDAN!" Professor Clearton, the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor snapped.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm only stating the facts." Aaron continued. "Anyways, next, we have our star seeker, Albus Potter, who has never missed the Snitch in his life. Then, we have Scorpius Malfoy, our keeper. He is the only player that isn't a Weasley or Potter, which I find to be kind of interesting. And finally, we have our captain, beater, Fred Weasley."

Fred soared out on the field and did some tricks on his broom. Of course, Fred always had to come out with a bang. After Fred was out on the field, Aaron announced the Slytherin players, and the game began.

The game was going extremely well at first. Roxanne, Lily, and I soared around after the quaffle and helped each other score on our cousin, Louis, Slytherin's keeper. The look of frustration and determination on his face every time we scored was hilarious, and it motivated us even more. Sure, Louis was a good keeper, but we were better. After about a half hour of play, the score was 110 – 80 in favor of Gryffindor. Suddenly, the crowd grew wild, and I turned to see Albus reaching out to grab the snitch. It seemed as though Gryffindor was going to win, but everything changed in a second. Before anyone realized what was happening, Albus was attacked with not one, but several loose Bludgers. He struggled with them for a moment before they managed to knock him off his broom and cause him to plummet to the ground.

"Albus!" I screamed, and raced over to somehow catch him.

(Scorpius's pov)

No-one was exactly sure how it had happened. Things were going good for Gryffindor during the match, but just when we thought Albus was going to catch the snitch, he somehow fell off his broom. Because I was on the other side of the pitch, I had no idea what had happened, but I did know that whatever it was it was bad. I saw Rose race toward her cousin in an attempt to catch him, but she was strong enough, and only managed to slow Albus's fall. They soon landed on the ground in the middle of the pitch, and professors and students alike began rushing forward to see if they were okay. By the time I landed, it appeared that Rose only had a broken arm, but Albus was unconscious, and his leg was bent in an unnatural position. Rose was crying, and screaming Albus's name, but it wasn't doing any good. There was nothing any of us could do.

So that was how I ended up making my way to the hospital wing. Albus and Rose had been there for several hours, but Madame Pomfrey was only just letting visitors in now. Rose stared at me as I walked in.

"What are you doing here?" Rose asked softly.

"I'm coming to visit my best friend, if that's alright with you."

Rose shrugged, but winced as she did so. "I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

I smiled. "Nope. So, how is he anyways?"

Rose sighed. "He has a broken leg and a concussion, but Madame Pomfrey says he'll probably be fine, although he'll probably still be unconscious for a few more days."

I nodded. "And what about you?" I asked.

"My arm broke when Al landed on me." Rose explained. "Madame Pomfrey wants to keep me over night."

For the next couple of hours, Rose and I just sat there and talked. Rose told me that Albus had been attacked by bludgers, but she wasn't sure where they all came with. Zabini, being the jerk that he was continued to chase after the snitch even after Albus fell, and caught it, winning the game for Slytherin. Suddenly, Rose burst into tears.

"Rose what's wrong?" I asked in a concerned voice.

"I'm just so worried about Al." Rose sobbed. "I just feel like there's something more I could have done."

"Rose," I sighed. "I'm sure he's going to be fine. And you did everything you could for him."

Rose didn't say anything in reply. I wanted to comfort her further, but how do you comfort someone who doesn't particularly like you. Finally, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. To my surprise, she let me, and didn't even try to push me away.

I left the hospital wing at around 9:00 at night, and that was only because Madame Pomfrey made me leave. I left with a feeling of wanting to stay. My brain was telling me it was only because I was worried about my best friend, but my heart was telling me it was something else, too. I just didn't know what.

Author's note: It's 6:18 in the morning, and I don't know how many people are going to see this story, but I don't care. It's either post at this time of day or not post until Friday, and I'm sure most people prefer now. :)

Sorry if anyone was confused about what happened to Albus. It will be explained more thoroughly in the next chapter, since not even the student's know exactly what happened.