BROKEN, BONELESS!

NOVEMBER 1992

2nd Year

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Annabelle felt the wind whip past her face as she flew on her broomstick, joining her fellow Gryffindor Chasers in trying to acquire the Quaffle from the Slytherin Chasers.

One of the Slytherin players threw the Quaffle towards the hoop, before Oliver flew in front of it, batting the Quaffle away and into Annabelle's hands. The redhead tucked the Quaffle under her right arm, zooming towards the Slytherin's hoops, before one of their Chasers punched the leather ball out of the second year's arm. The girl watched in defeat as the Slytherin Chaser shot the Quaffle through the hoops, making the Slytherin team and supporters to escalate into cheers.

"Another goal for Slytherin!" Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone, "They lead Gryffindor ninety to thirty!" He informed, making Annabelle groan in frustration.

The Potter twins watched as the Slytherin team started flying in a V formation above them, nearly hitting the pair as they flew by.

Annabelle sighed, looking at her brother, "Oliver's not going to be happy!" She cried to him.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Malfoy appeared next to them.

"All right there, Scarhead?" He called out to Harry.

The pair turned to glare at him, before spotting a Bludger zooming right towards them, making the twins duck, narrowly missing it, Draco following too. The Bludger continued its way up into the air, as Oliver looked down at the pair.

"Watch yourself, Potters!" The Captain advised.

Harry and Annabelle's eyes widened as they watched the Bludger flew back at full speak, heading towards Wood.

"Wood! Look out!" Harry yelled in an attempted warning, but it was too late, the iron ball smashed through the front on Wood's broom, causing him to spin until he fell onto the ground.

"Oliver!" Annabelle yelled with a gasp, before she noticed that the Bludger was chasing her twin around the Quidditch pitch, creasing her eyebrows in confusion, the redhead went to follow her brother, when she heard her name being called.

"Annabelle!" Angelina Johnson yelled, throwing the second year the Quaffle, the girl catching it with ease, before zooming towards the hoops, aiming the ball towards them, letting out an aggravated sigh when the Slytherin Keeper blocked her attempt, earning a snarl from the girl and Annabelle glared at her.

From the Gryffindor stands, Hagrid followed Harry being chased by the Bludger through his binoculars.

"Blimey!" The half-giant cried, "Harry's got himself a rogue Bludger! That's been tampered with, that has!"

Hermione, Ron and Cora looked between Hagrid and Harry, realising what he said was true.

"I'll stop it." Ron declared, taking out his wand, pointing it towards the iron ball.

"No!" Hermione ordered, pulling his arm down, "Even with a proper wand it's too risky. You could hit Harry!"

"Training for the ballet, Potter?" Draco smirked at Harry, making Annabelle glare daggers at the blonde, as she and the other Chasers flew by in a bid to obtain the Quaffle.

Groaning after another ten points were, Annabelle looked around for her brother or the Bludger, caring way more than Harry's wellbeing rather than losing a Quidditch match.

After flying lower and still no sight of her brother, the redhead sighed, before hearing a loud noise approaching her, making Annabelle confused, when something hit her right shoulder, hard, and a loud crunch rang out and the girl grabbed her shoulder, face contorting in hurt, falling a few feet, letting go of her broom as she tumbled to the floor, gasping in pain.

She heard gasps from the crowd, as tears streamed down her face and she clutched her right shoulder, and people yelling her name in worry.

"Bella!" A familiar voice called, "Are okay?!" Fred asked, crouching next to the wounded girl.

"Not really," Annabelle grunted, "Go back to the game." She told him.

"Not bloody likely." Fred scoffed.

Annabelle smiled slightly, before becoming increasingly tired, closing her eyes to the sound of Fred calling her name and the cheers of Lee Jordan.

***

A soft sound emitted from Annabelle as she woke up in the Hospital Wing. The girl groggily opened her eyes, seeing Fred sitting on the right side of her bed, holding her hand, with George standing behind him, whilst Cora and Hermione stood on her left.

"What happened?" The redhead mumbled.

"The Bludger broke your shoulder." Hermione told the girl, giving her friend a grim smile.

"Oh, right, yeah." Annabelle mumbled.

"Pomfrey sorted it out, but you'll have to stay here overnight." Fred told the second year.

Annabelle nodded, before noticing her brother being surrounded by their friends and the rest of the Gryffindor team.

"What happened to Harry?" Annabelle asked.

"The Bludger broke his arm, then he caught the the snitch, and then Lockhart tried to fix his arm but instead of fixing the bone, he now has no bones, "Cora explained, "He's staying for the night, too."

"Oh, we won?" Annabelle mumbled.

Her friends chuckled.

"Yes." George nodded.

"I should bloody well think so." Annabelle muttered, closing her eyes again, getting some more rest, smiling at the feeling Fred of squeezing her hand.

Dedicated to vampiwh0re , happy belated birthday !!! xxx