Chapter 20:
The next day on Saturday we all went down to breakfast together but my stomach was churning from nerves to much to eat. This was one of the first times me and George were in a room together since the whole fiasco of that night. But I had no choice since we had a match against Syltherin today. At the pep talk Wood said, "There's no point in denying that they have faster brooms than us, but we have better players. Harry get to that snitch before that little twit Malfoy or die trying." "So no pressure Harry." Fred said. I could see Harry gulp nervously. Wood was about to speak more when he got cut off by the whistle signaling us to the field. It seemed to be a common trend at the start of every game. When we lined up to be announced I was standing next to George. Harry looked back at me and smiled, but also looked half sorry since he knew how I felt.
"Good luck." George said to me looking nervous like I wasn't going to respond. "You too." I responded and smiled a little bit. George smiled back and was about to say something when he got interrupted by the crowd. I just smiled and started walking on to the field next to George.
"Alright, everyone ready?" Madam Hooch asked us after we were all up in the air ready. "One... two... three, tweet!" I took off and got the quaffle first. I passed the ball off to Angelina when suddenly a bludger swept right past me, almost hitting me by a mere inch. It swerved right back around and came at me again, but George flew to me and whacked it. "Alright there?" He asked. I nodded, but right then the bludger came back and started going for me again. But George hit it, and finally it left me alone.
I started flying again and playing the game, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. There was two bludgers, and yet that one kept seeming to go for me this game. I was about to score a goal, when suddenly the bludger came out from nowhere, and I had to do a flip on my broom to avoid getting hit. Suddenly a whistle blew and the bludgers were stopped, it was a timeout. "Fred, George where were you when the bludger stopped Arrington from scoring?" Asked Wood outraged. "One of the bludgers has been following Harry all game!" Hearing this made me get worried even more since I had felt like one was aiming for me too, but I didn't want to say anything because it would distract Harry, George, and Fred from the game. As George was talking it started to rain, making it harder to see. Finally Harry spoke up and said, "Let me deal with the rogue bludger I can handle it." "Harry no!" I said shocked. "Win or die trying what a stupid thing to tell him!" Fred and George said outraged. "He will get killed!" Angelina said worried. "Ok Harry, Fred and George you heard him. Lets go win." Wood said making his decision.
We started the game again, and the rain was in full swing now, and I barely see. I got passed the quaffle and was about to score when suddenly the bludger came out of nowhere and hit my outstretched arm. I screamed but I still shot the ball and made it. I could hear the announcer saying, "Wow some dedication that girl has, even with a broken arm she makes it. She does have quite a good body wonder why-" "Lee!" You could hear Professor McGonagall screaming. I was in too much pain to realize exactly what he was saying. Suddenly the bludger swerved back around, and tried to hit me again but George blocked it. The bludger than made an ark around and hit me in the stomach, but luckily with less speed than last time. It knocked me off my broom, and I was falling to the ground when suddenly I was up in the air again. I realized that George had put me on his broom and was know flying away from the bludger. "Arrington are you okay?" I could hear him ask frantically. But I couldn't respond my arm was on fire, and I felt like I just got punched in the stomach by a cannon ball. "Crap." I could hear George saying as he swerved to avoid the bludger again.
Suddenly there was cheering all through out the stadium, and I could hear the announcer, Lee, say that Harry caught the snitch. 'Yes' I thought happy that we won. We landed and George helped me off the broom, except I couldn't stand because I was pretty sure I broke a few ribs. So when I tired to stand up I fell on top of George, "Woah steady there." He said. "Where is Harry?" I asked. "He's over there c'mon we gotta get you to the hospital." George said looking worried. "Okay." I mumbled. Somebody grabbed my other arm and helped me, and I realized it was Fred. My vision faded in and out multiple times on the way to the hospital, and I could only half hear Fred and George coaxing me to keep moving and that we were almost there.
Finally we made it to the hospital and Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over to me. She tried to grab my broken arm, but George stopped her and said "That arm is broken I'm pretty sure." "Oh dear. And the ribs too it looks like, let's get her on a bed." She fluttered all around Fred and George who lowered me into the bed as gently as possible. "Thank you." I muttered to them wincing at the pain of speaking. "Shh don't speak." George shushed me seeing I was in pain. Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion to drink, and I drank it, and I was fading out into a dreamless sleep I saw George looking at me with such a loving face it made me almost completely happy. And then I sank into a deep sleep.