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Chapter seven:

“Ok team. This is it. Our very first match of the season. We are going to win!” Harry stood before the team, giving them a pep talk. Luckily, no one had been cursed, and everyone was able to play.

“We’ve got awesome beaters.” He said, pointing at Ellie and Alfred. “Excellent chasers. And an un-beatable keeper.” Ron then stood up.

“And the captain of the team, the seeker!” they cheered and clapped. Harry tried to look stern, like a leader, but you could tell a smile flickered across his lips. “Talk to me after the game, Weasley!”

he said, sounding almost exactly like madam Hooch. They all filled out onto the field. Ellie felt rather professional in her beater robes, bat across her shoulder. The Slytherin, in green, meet them half way across the field. Draco and Harry shook hands, and then, the whistle was blown, and they shot into the air.

Ellie and Alfred both took a bludger, and kept an eye on it wherever it went. Every time it got dangerously close to a Gryffindor player, they would hit it with all their strength, making it shoot away.

The Slytherin beaters, Crabbe and Goyle, looked like their brooms would hardly be able to lift them off the ground, yet somehow it happened, and they flew, though strangely slow, to hit them away from their own team, flexing their muscles, as if to intimidate the bludgers.

The game went on and on. Gryffindor scored the first point and the entire stadium (except the Slytherins) screamed their heads off. Then Slytherin scored, and the green clad Slytherins got their turn to cheer.

Soon though, Gryffindor was leading by 20 points. Ellie was streaking all over the field. Left, right, left, up, down. There was no end.

Suddenly, she saw both Harry and Draco go streaking down to the ground, closely followed by a bludger. Ellie knew that they had seen the snitch, but the bludger was gaining on them, and it was headed mainly toward Harry. Ellie streaked towards them, lying almost flat against the broom.

But Goyle was closer. He hovered over it, watching. He wasn’t going to hit it if it was going to hit Harry, but if it even touched Draco, he would be in for it. Ellie tucked the bat under her arm, holding onto the broom with both hands.

She got right above it, and then dived down. She let everything go, not even holding back her broom. She was going so fast, she was making a whistling sound. When he heard it, Goyle turned, and his eyes got wide, but Ellie went right past him.

She raised her bat, and then three things happened at once. Ellie hit that bludger straight on and hard, sending it all the way across the field. Harry caught the snitch tightly in his right hand. Ellie’s skull seemed to crack in half, the pain was un bearable. She started to fall, and then it all went black.

Chapter eight:

“She seriously could have died!” “No, madam Pomfrey can fix anything, including broken skulls.” “Yes, but she still could have died!” “Yeah, that was low, even for Goyle!”

Ellie slowly opened her eyes. She was in the hospital wing, surrounded by the Quidditch team, and Hermione. “What happened? I have an awful headache! Did we win?”

she tried to sit up, but her head felt extremely heavy, so she let it fall back down onto the pillow. “Well, Goyle hit you with his beater’s bat. Right in the head! He cracked your skull, but Harry, and surprisingly, Draco, they caught you and lowered you to the ground, where Professor McGonagall conjured up a stretcher.

We brought you right here.” Ginny told her, and then added with a smile. “And yes, we won!” Ellie smiled.

“We wouldn’t have if you hadn’t got that bludger, though!” Harry said seriously. “Please say that Goyle got a detention!” ellie said, looking from face to face. Ron nodded. “Yeah, he did. You could have died! But Malfoy got a detention too.” Confusion rose in ellie.

“Draco? Why him? What did he do?” Ron glanced around. “Well, it was kind of weird. After Draco and Harry had brought you down onto the ground, and put you on the stretcher, he started yelling at Goyle, about how he shouldn’t have done that, even if she was going to hit the bludger and all. Then Goyle started saying something about how that was the game of Quidditch, then Draco lost it, and did the Jelly-legs charm on Goyle, so he got a detention to.”

Ellie felt very confused now. That was twice that Draco had stood up for her. But why? He must know! But then why didn’t he say anything? Maybe he was in the same boat as her, not sure weather he should.

“Yeah. He has changed kind of.” Ginny said, “I noticed that too.” Hermione put in. “He hardly ever calls me mudblood any more. And he never taunts Harry and Ron!” They all nodded. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere Madam Pomfrey appeared.

“OUT! No, don’t even argue Mr. Weasley! She needs her rest! OUT!” Ginny made a face at Ellie, who giggled, and they ran out, chased by Madam Pomfrey.

Ellie glanced around. This was the first time she had ever been in the hospital wing. It was rather boring. The few portraits were all of hospitals, with people sleeping. She leaned back against the pillow, and noticed that on the side table was a small pile of candy treats.

She extracted a chocolate frog, and started eating it. Madam Pomfrey came back and told her to lie down, and gave her a goblet of green liquid. “It will help with that headache. Now, hold still!” She made Ellie lean forwards, and pointed her wand at the back of her head. She started muttering words, and Ellie felt as though her head shrunk a bit.

“Drink!” Madam Pomfrey ordered. Ellie drank, and then fell back into the pillow, asleep. Latter that day, Ellie had another visitor. Draco. He slowly entered, and walked over to her bed.

Ellie didn’t know what to say, and apparently neither did he. They stood in an awkward silence for what seemed like ages. Finally, Draco spoke up.

“So… um…I’m glad you feel better.” “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” They stood again for a while, and then Draco suddenly blurted out

“Goyle wasn’t supposed to do that. I told him not to hit anyone, but he got carried away.” It seemed like that had been what he had wanted to say.

He stood for another moment, and then made a strange movement, between a wave good by, and an attempted hand shack, then he stood up.

“Well…bye.” And he practically sprinted out the door. “Well, that was weird.” she said to herself, taking another frog.
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