Block me out by Gracie Abrams

Cause when I open my mouth, I seem to be stuck in silence.

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The last thing I remembered was an excruciating pain in my chest, I was in a ball on the floor trying to both catch my breath before I couldn't take it and collapsed.

Through my dazed blackout I couldn't hear, see or feel anything. But not long after I fainted, a red head was stood above me looking down with concern. 

"Oi, Lupin?" Fred Weasley had kneeled down to click his fingers before my limp body.

"George!" He yelled back inside the hospital wing I was lying outside. George rushed out with the capable assistance of Madam Pomfrey. 

In moments I was rushed onto a hospital bed opposite Ron Weasley. 

The sun is already peeking through the hospitals curtains by the time I arise. On the other side of the room is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, both in beds close to each other with an army of gingers, along with a bushy haired Hermione Granger. 

My eyes blink into the sunlight, I look around my own bed and see nothing but a potion on the nearby table.

"Are you alright?" Harry is the only one to speak up, everyone else choosing to ignore me.

I nod slowly, "You?" I ask the two boys now. They both nod briefly.

The door comes crashing open and I see Corbin White racing through the doors angrily.

"Alright Goldy?" He smirks when he reaches me. I stifle a laugh, "Never better." I reply with a cheery smile.

"Can't have our star seeker in a hospital wing right when we're about to be awarded the house cup all thanks to her." Corbin tells me with a genuine smile.

"We won?" I gasp excitedly. "Well of course we've won. But Dumbledores giving us the cup at the last supper of the year. Which is in about an hour, so if I were you I'd get up and come with me." He gestures.

I can tell by the others faces that they were listening in. 

Despite not hearing anything from Madam Pomfrey I slide out of the sheets and throw my shoes back on. I rush to make the bed again even after Corbin sighs and tells me to hurry.

Together we head back to our dorm, walking through the doors i'm shocked to see my house mates actually happy to see me. "You've won it for us Lupin, congratulations." Someone calls out, making everyone cheer and gives me playful punches and pats on the back.

"What's everyone all dressed up for?" I ask the team curiously. "Third years and above get an end of year ball after Dumbledore announces winner of house cup." Corbin tells me excitedly, nudging my shoulder as he ties his tie in the mirror.

Draco meets me and Corbin in the hall, the three of us walking down excitedly to claim our reward. 

But then it all went to shit.

Slytherin were the definitive winners, we had it in the bag. But Dumbledore decided to reward last minute house points to Neville, Hermione, Ron and Harry. I did the exact same thing as them and never got any house points.

He's biased. He must be. The whole table of green and silver groans and sighs as the table of red and yellow erupt in cheers.

"Bullshit!" I challenge over all the other yells of anger.

After the guffaw of the feast died down, Corbin made it a priority of his to say goodbye before he went to the ball that all the older kids get to attend.

"It's been a good year for the team. But I promise, next year we're gonna be training nonstop and now that we've found our star seeker we've got it in the bag." He winks.

I was bitter, but I would contain that until I got home, then I would make it my whole personality this summer.

On the way onto the train, trunks in one hand, owl in the other, I run into Harry, Hermione and Ron.

"Sorry you didn't win back there." Harry frowns genuinely. "It's okay. I'll win next year." I remind him with a sly smirk.

"Yeah good luck with that, Gryffindor has won every time for the last million years." One of the Weasley twins pipes up.

"Maybe that's because the headmaster is also a Gryffindor. And the Slytherin's never had me as their seeker until now. I'm winning every game next year and so help me when I do, you will never see another moment of peace in your sad lives." I hiss, directing it at everyone.

"Right. Wonderful. Second year'll be interesting then." Harry fires back.

"Oh it will certainly be interesting Mr Potter." I grit.

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A/N:

I'm really not counting on anyone reading this but yk what i'm literally just uploading this fic for my own fun atp because nobody reads it. Anyway, that's the end of Act 1.