AN: Hello strangers! I am a horrible, horrible person. School has been a bit hectic, and I know. I know. I always use that excuse. BUT! It's true! Bear with me please! Chapters will come, I just need to try and make time to write. Please enjoy this late late late chapter!
Third Year: Part 3
It was approaching. The day all the houses were waiting for. The day where even those who spent their days studying in the library would look forward to.
It was time to see which house would receive the Quidditch House Cup.
Rose, Scorpius, and Albus were all nervous. Rose was Gryffindor's beloved Chaser. Albus was their most prized Keeper and Scorpius was the best Beater around. They were young, but they had the skills of a professional.
"You okay Rose? You seem a bit off," said Scorpius, who handed her an apple that he took during breakfast.
"I'm fine. Just had a bit of a fever throughout the week, but I'm feeling better."
Truth is, Rose felt like crap. Her head hurt, her stomach felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly, and her body ached from all the last minute Quidditch practices that Gryffindor had to prepare for the match between them and Slytherin. She wouldn't tell Scorpius that though. He always worried too much and definitely wouldn't let her play the match. This game was very important and she wouldn't be able to handle someone else replacing her because she was a little sick.
"Are you sure? You barely ate during breakfast."
"I'm just a bit nervous, that's all."
"Okay. Just tell me if you aren't feeling good."
The game had started. The players became a blur in the sky, a mixture of red and green streaks flew across the field.
Gryffindor made one point. Then Slytherin. Gryffindor again. Slytherin. It was an even match so far.
Rose felt sick from the start. She could barely distinguish the figures that were flying around her. The pain in her head and stomach were growing and growing, she was getting dizzier and dizzier, she was getting more and more tired until she finally felt her body shut down and fall.