"I died?", asked Harry.
"Yes, well, that's what it looked like.", said Christina.
"What do you mean that's what it looked like?", asked Harry, staring at her.
Christina looked out the window, "Well, it seemed to go on forever. At first I saw you on your broom chasing the snitch but then in the shadows I saw....someone....waiting and they muttered a spell I think and silver came spinning out of their wand. I tried to scream for you to watch out but I don't think you heard me. Then the silver became a bubble and you ran straight into it. I screamed and all of the players landed and we tried to get to you but you...you..."
Christina began to cry. Harry handed her some tissues from the bedside table, "Thank you Harry. Anyway, something was making you flip and turn as if you were a doll. I couldn't bear to see you like that and when I turned around I heard cracking echoed by the the bubble.The sound filled the stadium and I turned around and Professor Dumbledore was running towards whom ever was holding you up. I assume they got scared because they dropped you and ran off. Me, Ron, and Hermione ran to you but you weren't breathing or anything. You were dead for all I knew. So Professor Dumbledore looked you over and he sighed. I'm not sure what he did then because we had to leave the Quidditch pitch."
Harry blinked, "Then how am I here? Am I still dead?"
Christina laughed, "Of course not, unless I am. No, the next time I saw you was that night. I came in here and you were lieing in that bed, not moving, not breathing. I think Madame Pomfrey was trying to keep you alive somehow but I'm not sure what was wrong except your broken bones which are supposedly fixed but you were tossed so badly that she doesn't want to take any chances, at least that's what she said."
Harry laid back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He could feel Christina staring at him.
'How am I alive? How could I have been so blind to the danger? I knew that all the Death Eaters had escaped Azkaban. How could I have been so stupid?'
He turned to look at Christina again.
"Where are Hermione, Ron, and Liz?"
Christina bit her lip, "Well, that's the other thing. Liz was the one who tried to kill you."
Harry's jaw dropped, "No bloody way."
Christina sighed, "Yes, she was the one who had run away from the scene. The teachers found her in the forbidden forest. They found her wand and they did the reversal spell and found that it was her wand that did the curse that had almost ended your life. Hermione and Ron are in questioning now about Liz. She won't answer anything. They questioned me last week."
Harry closed his eyes.
'This can't be real. I'm dreaming again. I just fell off my broom. That's all.'
He opened his eyes and looked at Christina.
"What rumors are there this time?", asked Harry
Christina ate some Bertie Bott's Jelly Beans, "Well, as of now, everyone thinks you're dead."
Harry laughed, "That's great, that's just great."
"Hey, maybe when you get up people will think you're a living miracle or something.", laughed Christina.
Harry sighed and looked back up at the ceiling."So did we win?", asked Harry.
Christina stared at him, "What did you say?"
Harry reached over to get a Chocolate Frog, "Did we win? Against Hufflepuff I mean."
Christina laughed,"Nothing will stop you eh Captain Potter? Yes, you caught the snitch and it was still in your hand after you fell."
Harry smiled and threw away the wrapping to the Chocolate Frog. He closed his eyes but there again was Christina's dead face on the ground. Maybe Christina was wrong. Maybe I am dead and after I died she did too just like in my dream. As Harry's mind wandered he soon fell asleep.
It was raining and Harry was alone in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. He was in a clearing. From all around him, dozens of Death Eaters were emreging from the trees.They circled around him pushing him to the ground. He looked for his wand but it was gone. He was utterly defensless. One of the Death Eaters approached Harry. Harry couldn't do anything so he watched with clenched fists as he laid on the ground.The Death Eater removed their hood, it was Liz. She was smiling maliciously.
"Yes, Harry. I was asked to kill you. I should've done better but I failed. But next time I won't. I can't."
Harry stood up and stared at her, "There won't be a next time. You've been caught."
Liz laughed at him, "Oh Harry,how silly you are! Lord Voldemort got his followers out of Azkaban, why should he not get me out also?"
Harry was puzzled, 'Could underage wizards go to Azkaban?'
Then he remembered Fudge's son. He had only been 17 when he was sent to Azkaban.
"Why aren't you going to kill me now?", asked Harry.
He had to stall her. She was his friend. She had to have some sort of compassion or maybe she was just a good actress.
"I can't.", said Liz, simply.
"Why not?", asked Harry defiantly.
Liz smiled,"Because, we're going to kill everyone you love first. Emotional pain is so much more fun to watch."
The Death Eaters began to pull people out from behind them, one by one, Christina, who was already dead, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Fred and George, Dean, Seamus, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs.Weasley,and many others. They were all there. Everyone that he cared about. Circling him, crying and staring, pleading for help, asking him do something that he knew he had no power to do. He kept turning and looking at them all surrounding him. Liz began to laugh at him. The Death Eaters followed. The clearing was filled with evil laughter, crying, and screams. Harry's world began to spin and spin. He couldn't do anything. His friends were going to die and he didn't have a wand. The forest turned black and Harry fell.