Cassia's POV

This is what my uniform looks like:

We were all super excited for Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. But that excitement turned into silence when Snape came in. With a flick of his wand, he closed all the window shutters and pulled down a projection screen. "Turn to page 394," he said in his usual montone voice. That's weird, where's Professor Lupin?

None of us dared to argue with him. We all flipped through the pages of our textbooks. I was shocked at what I saw we were covering today. Werewolves.

"Excuse me, sir, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Surprising to say your professor is incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394," Snape replied. He tapped a slide projector with his wand. When he saw Ron was going too slow for his liking, he pointed his wand at the book, causing it to turn to the right page.

"Werewolves?" Ron wondered.

"But sir, we've only just begun learning about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks," Hermione objected.

"Quiet," Snape snapped.

"When did she come in? Did you see her come in?" Ron asked.

"Now, which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asked, just as Hermione raised a hand. He ignored her. "No one? How disappointing."

"Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of his own kind," Hermione explained.

To prove her point, Malfoy howled, earning himself a chuckle from a few of the Slytherins and an annoyed huff from me.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you not capable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" Snape asked.

"He's got a point, you know," Ron whispered.

"Five points from Gryffindor. As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it," Snape continued as we all groaned.

"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow," Harry protested.

I nodded in agreement.

Snape stormed over and grasped the edges of Harry's desk, glaring at him with those cold eyes of his. "Then I suggest you and your sister take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394," he snapped. While he continued his lecture, a paper swan flew onto mine and Harry's shared desk. We unfolded the paper to see a picture of people on brooms pelting us with the Quaffle several times over. I looked around to see who had sent it, and then my gaze fell on Malfoy. Malfoy folded his arms and gave me a smirk. In reply, I just took the paper and ripped it to shreds.

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We were supposed to play Slytherin today, but since they bailed for obvious reasons (Malfoy's injury), we were playing Hufflepuff instead. And let's just say we didn't have the best Quidditch weather. It was pouring rain outside, so all the players were given special goggles that had been charmed to not cloud up from the rain and cold. They were also charmed to repel water. At the moment, I was watching from the sidelines, since I'm still a reserve player. We were losing. I could hear the cheers of everyone in the stands, particularly Hermione, who was shouting "Wahoo! Go, Harry! Go, Cassia!"

Katie Bell's broom suddenly got struck by lightning, setting it on fire. I mounted my broom and flew onto the field to take her place. Alicia threw the Quaffle to me, and I zoomed towards the Hufflepuff goal posts. One of the Hufflepuff Chasers tried to knock it out of my hands, but I wouldn't have it. I nudged them right back, knocking them out of my way, and basically pitched the Quaffle straight into one of the hoops.

"Another goal for Gryffindor! Thanks to reserve player Cassia Potter, Gryffindors are catching up to Hufflepuff, 60 to 80!" Lee Jordan announced.

"Yes!" Angelina shouted, high-fiving me.

We, along with Alicia, continued to try and catch up to Hufflepuff, since they were beating us by a healthy margin. Out of the corer of my eye, I saw Harry and Cedric fly straight up into the sky, in pursuit of the Snitch. In this rain, catching it would be easier said than done. So my team and I concentrated on scoring as many goals as possible, while also blocking the Hufflepuffs from scoring further. We did a really good job, if I do say so myself.

Soon, I could feel a burning pain in my head. Not just in my scar, but in my entire head. I tossed the Quaffle to Angelina and used one hand to massage my temples, trying to get rid of the headache. Instead of stopping, it did the opposite- it got worse and worse, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. What the heck is going on?! I wondered. Then I heard some people in the stands screaming in fright and pointing to the sky. I looked up to see what they were going on about, but what I saw nearly made my heart stop. Harry had fallen from his broom, and was plummeting to the ground at an alarming speed. As if that wasn't bad enough, I could see several Dementors circling above the Quidditch pitch. They'd attacked him while he was going after the snitch!

"HARRY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I flew to him as fast as I could. I reached a hand out to grab him and pull him onto my own broom, but I wasn't quite fast enough. He fell right past me.

"Arresto Momentum!" I heard Dumbledore yell.Harry stopped falling and hovered an inch above the ground, before falling with a small plop. I landed my broom and knelt down to his level,checked him over. He was still breathing, thank Merlin, and he didn't appear to have any injuries. I felt my mysterious headache subsiding almost immediately.

"Cedric Diggory has caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins!" Lee announced.

Cedric landed his broom and ran to Madam Hooch. "Madam Hooch, I think we should have a rematch," he suggested.

Madam Hooch shook her head. "No, Mr. Diggory. You caught the snitch, so your team wins," she refused.

"But Harry fainted and fell off his broom! It doesn't seem like a fair win. Please, let us do the match over!" Cedric pleaded. He sighed in frustration when Madam Hooch refused once again.

"Guys, we need help! Harry has to get to the hospital wing!" I called out. My teammates crowded around Harry and then proceeded to lift him off the ground. Cedric even stepped in to help, surprising the Weasley Twins. Guess they didn't expect a member of the "opposition" to step in.

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"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron noted as we gathered around Harry's bed, waiting for my brother to wake up.

"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over a hundred feet," Fred stated, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, Ron. Let's walk you off the Astronomy Tower. See what you'd look like," George added.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," Harry jumped in, chuckling lightly. Hermione and I helped him sit up.

I handed him his glasses. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. What happened?" Harry asked me.

"Well...you fell off your broom," Ron replied, like it was obvious. Which it was.

"I meant the match. Who won?" Harry asked.

"Cedric caught the snitch," I answered.

Cedric almost looked ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I tried to convince Madam Hooch to let us do a rematch because I didn't think it was a fair win, but she wouldn't have it."

"No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off," Hermione added.

Ron seemed a bit hesitant. He had a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms. "Er, there's something else you should know too, Harry. When you fell, your broom...sort of...flew into the Whomping Willow, and...well..." he trailed off. As he spoke, he unwrapped the bundle to reveal Harry's broom, now completely destroyed.