Chapter 18: The First Match (2/2)

”It Isn't normal? Is it?” Chris asked Hermione.

”No. Something is wrong. Bludgers never concentrated on one player like this. It was their job to try and unseat as many people as possible.” Hermione replied looking equally worried.

Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end. Harry ducked as Fred swung at the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was knocked off course. But as though it was magnetically attracted to Harry, the Bludger pelted after him once more and Harry was forced to fly off at full speed. It had started to rain. Chris was looking at Harry and didn't realize what is going on other than that. Finally, she looked around when she heard Lee Jordan, who was commentating, say, ”Slytherin lead, sixty points to twenty..”

”Oh no,” Hermione whispered.

”I'm sure the Slytherins had done something to that Bludger,” Ron said fuming.

Colin was clicking pictures non-stop. Luna was watching the match Dreamily.

Madam Hooch's whistle rang out and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger. The Gryffindor team huddled together, while Slytherins in the crowd jeered.

”I hope they inform Madam Hooch about the Bludger. Or it will kill Harry today.” Hermione said.

The rain was falling more heavily now. After few minutes on Madam Hooch's whistle, Harry kicked hard into the air and heard the telltale whoosh of the Bludger behind him. Higher and higher Harry climbed; he looped and swooped, spiralled, zigzagged, and rolled.

”They didn't say anything?” Chris asked surprised.

”But why?” Hermione was surprised too.

”Does he want to go to the hospital wing from here?” Chris said as she saw Harry avoiding another fierce drive from the Bludger.

Slytherins started to laugh as the Bludger missed him again; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction. Chris sighed and looked around when she saw it...

The most awaited Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear ... and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.

”Look, the Snitch,” Chris shouted and everyone turned around her. ”There.”

She pointed at Malfoy.

”Really? He didn't realize it is flying around him. Idiot.” Ron said laughing.

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Chris looked at Harry to see if he had seen it. Harry was doing a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him and then, he turned around to look at Malfoy and stopped. Chris understood he saw the Snitch but in the next second, the Bludger had hit him at last, smashed into his elbow.

”Owww... It must be broken.” Said Ron.

”It will hurt,” Luna said.

Chris didn't say anything and watched as Harry dives towards Malfoy with his broken arm. With a splattering thud, he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His one arm was hanging at a very strange angle and another hand was holding the snitch.

As soon as Madam Hooch whistle sounded Chris, Hermione and Ron ran towards Harry. Colin, Luna and many others following behind. But before them, Lockhart reached there. Harry was unconscious. Lockhart took out his wand, ”He will be fine in a minute.”

The crowd gathered around them. Colin was about to click his camera when Chris hold the camera and Colin stopped. Harry opened his eyes and saw Lockhart.

”Oh, no, not you,” he moaned.

”Doesn't know what he's saying,” said Lockhart loudly to anxious Crowd. ”Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm.”

”No!” said Harry. ”I'll keep it like this, thanks...” He tried to get up.

”Er... Professor, we will take Harry to the Hospital Wing.” Chris said, trying to save Harry.

”Don't worry Miss. Norton. It's a simple charm I've used countless times ...” Said Lockhart soothingly.

”Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?” said Harry through clenched teeth.

”He should really, Professor,” said a muddy Wood, who couldn't help grinning even though his Seeker was injured. ”Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, I'd say ...”

”Stand back,” said Lockhart, who was rolling up his jade-green sleeves.

”No .... don't,” said Harry weakly.

”Please Professor, Madam Pomfrey will be furious if you do her job,” Chris said.

Professor Lockhart looked up at her and missed Harry's injured hand. The spell hit on Harry's other hand which was perfectly alright. Everyone watched shocked as Harry's other hand looked like a thick, flesh-coloured rubber glove. Harry's arm was boneless.

'Kill me' Chris shouted in her brain.

”Ah,” said Lockhart. ”If only you hadn't distracted me, Miss. Norton. Though I guess you are right. I don't want to meddle in her job.”