The second time I woke up with a headache… Wow. It is also the day of the first Quidditch match of the season. Gryffindor against Slytherin… this is going to be so much fun… not.

"Katie?" Hermione says, "Will you be alright for the first game of the season?"

"Yeah." I reply.

"You should go to breakfast and eat as much as your body deems comfortable." Hermione says.

I smile and walk down to the great hall. I meet some familiar faces along the way. They nod, smile and wish me luck. I earned a hug from Fred and George as they promised not to let me die by a bludger. They never promised that one wouldn't hit me, which, if you ask me, isn't that comforting.

Turning into the great hall, I see the tables have very few people sitting at them. At the Slytherin table I see Malfoy and his cronies. I walk over to the almost empty Gryffindor table and start munching on a bagel.

Hermione sits down next to me and points something out. "Malevolent company is coming… looks like he's got something to say." As it turns out, Malfoy comes over and sits across from me and glares.

"You know, if you frown that much it's going to be glued onto your face." I say not looking at him.

His frown deepens. "What would you know? I doubt you're even a pureblood."

"Silly, Malfoy." I shake my head. "Don't you know? Blood means nothing, it's who you are that does."

He growls. "You stupid mudblood! I hope you die painfully by a bludger!" Hermione seems agitated by this.

"No, someone promised they wouldn't let me die." I say quietly as he leaves.

…

"How'd you feel, Smith?" Oliver Wood asks me when we are waiting for the Quidditch game to start.

"Like I'm about to die." I say honestly.

"That's how I felt on my first game." He says.

"Mhmm." I say. I already know what happened to him so I don't ask.

"Alright, mount your brooms." Madame Hooch says which 15 brooms follow into the air. Soon after, the Quaffle was released and a member of Gryffindor caught it and raced off.

I sat there. I sat there for a minute before the snitch flew past my eyes. Immediately I turn my broom and race after it. You know how in the books Harry called the snitch fast… that's an understatement, by far. The little flash of gold went beyond the speed of light it felt.

"Out outta my way!" A husky voice said next to me before I'm shoved into the stands.

"Sorry!" I say to the poor Ravenclaws I grazed before zooming off to chase the rude Slytherin boy. The Nimbus 2000 I had easily caught up to him.

"Get away, ya coward!" He yells at me.

"Gryffindors are no cowards." I yell to him. "And, that snitch is mine." I race ahead of him.

Suddenly, my broom starts moving in different directions; eventually I fall off and am only holding on by one hand. I pull out my wand not sure if it is legal because all I'm caring about is saving my life. Pointing my wand at the teacher's stand, my broom suddenly stops moving. It's as if I made Quirrell lose his focus. Not willing to lose the moment, I hop on to my broom and quickly make up the lost space I lost.

"I told you, that snitch is mine!" I growl as I pull ahead of him again, reaching for the snitch.

Then, something weird happen… I fall off my broom. There is nothing but air in between me and the incoming ground.

RON'S PERPECTIVE

"She's falling!" I call as if my scream could save her.

"No!" Someone from the Gryffindor stand yells.

"Fred!" I point to Katie to see that he and George are already flying to save her. When I see them fail to catch her I shout again, this time feeling the pain that she must have felt.

"Ahhhhh!" Hermione screams next to me.

Fred and George hover above Katie's body. All her limbs are sprawled out in awkward positions, like she broke every bone in her body.

"I told you, I wanted a nice clean game!" Madame Hooch says as she blows the whistle for a time out. Do they allow those in Quidditch?

"Wait!" George shouts, "What's in her hand?"

Madame Hooch opens Katie's hands. In her left hand and golden flash pops out and hovers above her body. "Gryffindor wins! Katie Smith caught the snitch!" She yells. I look over and see Harry smiling.

"Gryffindor wins!" Lee Jordan shouts into the microphone, "But at what price?" he motions to the limp body of Katie face down on the playing field.

Moments after everybody clears out of the field and the stand, Hermione and I watch as Katie's body is carried of on one of those rolling hospital beds. We are the last to leave the stands and immediately go to the hospital wing.

…

"What are you doing here?" I glare at Harry, who is sitting on a chair next to Katie's hospital bed.

"I wanted to see if she's alright." He says, his eyes never leaving her face.

"You wouldn't care about her. You left her to feel like she's nothing!" I shout.

"Boys!" Madame Pomfrey comes over with some potions, "If you cannot be quite, then I will forbid you from visiting Miss Smith again! You understand?" Harry and I nod.

Hermione and I slowly walk over to the side of Katie's bed that is not claimed by Mr. Popularity and sit down. Hermione grabs her hand and gasps.

"Her skin is cold." She says and looks and the healer.

"It's a side effect of one of the potions." Madame Pomfrey says, but she seems unsure of herself. "Don't worry, child. Your friend will not die on my watch. And besides, her injuries were not bad enough to kill her, but she may be asleep for a few days."

"Oh." I say.

"Hiyas Ron!" Someone says behind me. I turn to find that it's the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team and Lee Jordan. "We came to check on Katie… Looks like someone beat us to it."

"I'll leave." Harry says as he stands and heads for the exit. "I've been here long enough."

"Ooookay." Fred says. He and the Quidditch team comes over and stands were Harry had previously sat.

"I-I can't take it anymore." I say quickly as I stand and run for the door.

As soon as I turn the corner I collapse against the hard stonewall. My breathing becomes shallow and I start shaking. Why couldn't I take seeing Katie? Maybe it was because every bone in her body was broken. Her legs were wrapped in some sort of gauze when I went in and her arms were in casts. My breath quickens rapidly. I drop my head into my hands. My face is covered in cold sweat.

"We all miss her, we all feel her pain, we all want Katie back." Hermione must have come out after me because she was next to me patting my back.

"Something is just not right. Did you see her fall off?" I ask.

"She just fell off. She reached her hand out, recoiled and fell off."

"She couldn't have just fell off, no one pushed her."

"A spell?" Hermione offers.

"Maybe."

The Quidditch team comes out and heads to the common room. Hermione and I stand and follow them. As we stepped inside, the atmosphere was heavy with grief and pain. You could stand outside and sense the anguish inside this one room.

"I'm going to bed." I say and slowly pick my way through the crowd of people as I make my way to my bed.

As soon as my face hits the pillow, I break into tears.

KATIE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Ungh," I groan. The pain in my body is unbearable. I try to open my eyes but they feel glued shut. When I do manage to open them, the world is bright. I shut my eyes.

"Katie? Katie are you awake?" I voice I easily recognize grabs my hand and calls to me.

"Ungh." Is all I can say.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Ron calls beside me. "Katie's awake!"

"Oh, let's see." I hear a clack of heals and feel the presence of someone leaning over me.

"Ungh." I say again.

"She is, but she still needs more time."
"How long?" I manage to say.

"You've been asleep a long time." Ron says again.

"How long?" I repeat.

"Five weeks." Ron says.

"Five?!" I try to sound surprised but my voice comes out in a whisper.

"Yes. Tomorrow is Christmas break." Ron says again. He is calm and relieved at the same time.

READERS! Did you like it? I particularly liked writing this chapter. I hoped you liked it! Leafblossom, i am literally getting this in right before 10... i hope you're happy... –wolfhound22