Scorpius Malfoy's Story

Cold wind bit at his face as he soared through the air, his robes whipping against his legs. Scorpius could hardly think with the amount of noise, the excited cheers of hundreds of students. Luckily for him he did not have to think about something that came so naturally to him, something that was in his very blood. Gryffindor was a better team this year, everyone knew that, including Scorpius. It was evident that this was true considering the beating that was taking place on the pitch this morning, Scorpius was not going to let this happen, and that was when he saw it. A glint, a golden little fly amongst the hundreds of faces in the crowd, pink from the cold. The snitch stood out against the deep green banner bearing the sigil of his house, only just above their heads.

This was his moment.

Scorpius took off from the ground, speeding towards the sky, it was then that he noticed a blur of red coming his way. He looked just in time to see her face, flushed with determination. Her eyes focused on her target, red hair whipping behind her, quaffle in hand. Scorpius was only barely able to avoid the soaring Gryffindor chaser, catching a sweet smell from her hair as she whipped past.

"Excuse me, red." Scorpius said, whether or not it was heard didn't matter. He sped off to the stands, the glint floating there as if it were waiting for him to catch it. He closed in on his target, his arm out-stretched, his fingers could almost feel the cold metal.

"Come on.."

She's in a room of white, the only one there, aside from a few animate blobs of color. The colors seem to correspond with the houses of Hogwarts, but the green of Slytherin is generally absent from the room. She ponders this inexplicable absense meekly. The room is lighted by some unknown source, as there are no furniture, windows, or doorways. A black shadow begins to appear on the opposite wall. It comes closer.... Closer... Even closer... And then it's in the room. It has the vague form of a person, with a fuzzy outline, although she cannot pick out features, gender, or age of the newcomer. The shadow merges with the colorful blob, and she feels an inexplicable sense of wrongness. But the shadow soon extracts itself, pulling along an especially small blue blob, which seems to fight. They walk into the wall, and are gone...

Lily Luna awoke with a start. Pressing her face into her pillow, hard, she let out a muffled scream. Enough with this stupid dream, already! She had been having it for weeks - weeks! - and things were getting out of hand. The image would be plastered to the inside of her eyelids for days, no getting rid of them. Period.

"Lily," a far-off voice calls. Wait. Not too far off. Not too far off at all.

Lily pulls her head out of her pillow and looks to a dark-haired girl with smiling blue eyes. Evaline Cooper, housmate, Muggleborn, and friend. "What d'you want?" she manages to gurgle out.

Eva sighs. "Um, Quidditch game? Ring a bell, Miss All-star? Wake up!" She whips a ball of scarlet at her friend.

Lily grabs the bundle, grudgingly dressing herself, throwing occasional glarea, even though it really isn't her fault.

"This better be worth waking my for, Eva. If we don't win, I'll kill you."

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A short while later, Lily is on top of the world, ponytail streak I behind her as she looks down over the rest of the students. She pauses momentarily, grinning maniacally. Albus is down there somewhere, frantically watching, making sure she doesn't somehow hurt herself, paranoid being he is. And Eva, bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement, even though she is one of the horde of girls who don't understand the game of Quidditch. At all.

"Potter, wake up! You're flying in your sleep!"

Lily is jerked from here trance by a harsh voice. Their captain and Beater, Luke Pitinski, seventh year. Brown hair, brown eyes, short and muscular.

"Can it, Pitinski!" she responds automatically. "I know what I'm doing!"

With that, she streaks in front of a green-clad player (he yells something at her, but the words are lost in the wind) to join the other Gryffindor Chasers.

"James, over!" she calls to a blonde-headed boy whose face is red with windburn. Without protest, he heaves it to the sound of her voice, swervi down and back to avoid a Bludger. She raises towards the hoops, grinning maniacally.

Lily Luna takes her shot, putting the Quaffle away into the central hoop. She turns around to grin at her teammates, but... They're not there. She looks around frantically before seek a huddle of scarlet, way down below, on the ground. She frowns, starting downwards.

When she lands, Lily feels her heart sink. Her team looks defeated, the Slytherins giddy, and that could only mean...

"No!" she hisses alloud. "No, no, no!"

She starts towards the green-clad boy clutching the fluttering little ball. A name pops automatically into her mind. Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy. Al despised the boy, that much she knows. Something about being disrespectful, or something along those lines.

Before Lily Luna can get herself under control, she stalks towards the Slytherin Seeker. "You!" she screeches, banshee-like.

"Potter, cool it!"

In an instant, Pitinski is at her side, yanki her arms together behind her back.

"Let go of me! Let me show him-"

Pitinski forces her away.

"No. It's not worth it. Now come on."

Lily follows somewhat reluctantly, throwing a glare at the winning team over her shoulder.