DANGER

"Harry!" she roared after the frantic boy, pain surging through her frail body as she watched him sprint into the courtyard.

"Buckbeak..." he managed to splutter out as he ran, multiple things falling out of his pockets. Frustrated Eva ran her pale hands through her greasy locks, why was she in so much pain?

She began to retrieve his belongings, a piece of parchment laid on the floor. Grabbing it Eva began to inspect it (Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs are proud to present the Marauder's Map).

Padfoot? Prongs? wasn't that what those two mongrels called themselves. Heavy thuds caught her attention, Eva felt dazed as if she'd been asleep for years.

"We need to go now!"

"Remus?..."

[TWO DAYS EARLIER]

"You're coming to the pitch with me, right?"

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Jessie questioned tying her shoelaces, her friend seemed so panicky she began to question if Eva was on drugs.

"Nerves..." Eva mumbled quietly, throwing her own quidditch jearsey over her head. "Is Adam coming?".

"I haven't seen him since dinner yesterday Ave" she responded with a worried frown."You know how he is, he'll turn up spontaneously I'm sure of it".

Eva smiled in appreciation and tried to steady her breathing. She wished she didn't get so stressed over matches but to her it was life or death but Eva had a horrible feeling about today, it was almost sickly.

There were so many things Eva found herself thinking about. (her confusing feelings towards one of the Weasley twins, why Adam was acting the way he was and potentially seeing the Potter clan on the pitch).

Subconsciously Eva found herself trying to prove herself to them and she couldn't help but feel hurt after James' outburst at his home which he still hadn't apologised for but at the same time Eva couldn't comprehend why she was trying to weasel herself into their family.

It was pathetic...

"Ready?" Jessie questioned wrapping an arm around her best friend's shoulder. Eva nodded hesitantly bringing Jessie into a hug.

"Woah is Eva Smith engaging in physical contact, never thought I'd see the day!"

"Shutup..." Eva mouthed into Jessie's shoulder.

"You'll do great as usual. Stop the moping!"

The crowd was bigger than usual, they chanted her name but they didn't want to see Eva for who she was. They didn't want to see her play, they wanted to watch her crumble under the pressure and make a scene.

A tantrum, purely for their entertainment...

Eva wouldn't give into her frustration, so when she was to shake hands with Oliver Wood once again, Eva grinned widely and confidently like the icon she was and by god did it shock the Gryffindor team.

"Need I remind you that this will be a clean game. No repeats of last season I beg!" Madam Hooch directed her speech at the Slytherin captain who simply shrugged in innocence.

[JAMES' POV]

He had new-found determination in himself, James felt swelled with pride as his daughter grinned widely on the pitch. In these moments Eva reminded him of himself as a young boy.

Both of his children looked remotely like the man but James saw himself in Eva, her outspoken personality, her cocky array of emotions and her determination for the game.

While he would tell the girl everything she needed to know in a few hours, James couldn't comprehend why he hadn't done so sooner. It wasn't fair, he realised that now.

Eva Smith deserved to know her family...

"You alright mate?" Sirius questioned worriedly, James smiled. Everything was perfect, it was all coming together. Things would be how they were supposed to be.

"Welcome back everyone, this match marks the new quidditch season. GRYFFINDOR VS SLYTHERIN and what a match this will be. I'm sure Slytherin's captain has a few tricks up her sleeve!"

James grinned widely catching Eva's triumphant smirk and just like that the match was in full swing.

[EVA'S POV]

The wind whipped through Eva's hair, she raced towards the leather ball she had grown quite accustomed with over the last few years but of course wherever Slytherin's star chaser went so did Gryffindor's.

Angelina and Eva were quite well known for their face offs as it was a regular occurrence, while Eva felt slightly guilty for attempting to knock the girl who offered her kindness off her broom, nothing was more important than quidditch.

The two girls were knocking into each other, neither one of them in possession of the quaffle but as Lee stated Eva had some tricks in her pocket.

"Oh and what's this! Smith seems to be turning her broom around. I can't say I understand what's happening here" Lee sang into the microphone.

Eva began to fly backwards which admittedly looked absolutely barmy but as she began to fly faster, the crowd quickly realised Eva was ahead of the quaffle and it would soon fall into her arms.

"Now that was skill everybody! Smith in possession of the quaffle, she's making rounds towards Gryffindor's goal. Watch out Wood there's determination on her face".

Indeed there was Eva zoomed like a fighter jet towards the boy's goal. Bludger's began to fly at the girl left right and centre, she didn't need a psychic to tell her who was attempting to infiltrate her goal.

The weasley's were good players but Eva Smith was better...

Wood tried to prepare himself but everyone knew he hardly ever saved Eva's goals perhaps he might of saved Warrington or Montague's but not Eva's.

With all her strength she fired the ball into the top hoop and by fate Wood wasn't quick enough to save it. Eva raised her fist whilst the snakes began to chant her name.

"Our first ten points go to Slytherin!"

Eva made eye contact with Draco, he gulped nervously on his broom that meant she was urging him to scout out the pitch for the snitch. There was no way he could mess up today, he was certain Eva Smith would have his head.

Warrington was in possession of the quaffle but Bell was on his tail. Eva was breathing heavily at this stage, Bell was extremely talented but Eva needed to trust her players.

Derrick seemingly answered Eva's prayers as he knocked a bludger into Bell's side causing the girl to retreat. Eva made a thumbs up at the boy and sped along to back Warrington up.

Things were going great, the two Slytherin chasers were on route to scoring once again. Warrington began to sway, Eva side glanced him quickly.

The leather ball was moving quite a bit, it seemed as though Warrington couldn't grip it. It began to attack him, which naturally the boy let go of it.

That was expected if it was a bludger but it wasn't. Eva didn't understand what was happening until worried screams began to echo throughout the crowd.

The quaffle was now coming at her and at a rapid pace. This wasn't supposed to happen, Eva began flying around the pitch. No one dared come near her.

She quickly realised it was on course to get her, no one else. Panic took over the girl's body as she looped the pitch, it was getting closer.

"That's been tampered with that has'!"

Eva heart was pounding inside her chest, she angled left, right, downwards and upwards. She knew landing wasn't an option it would most likely kill her.

It was out for blood, Eva's blood. By this time almost every adult in the crowd were aiming there wands to extinguish the threat.

Eva heard Hermione Granger screaming in the distance. Who the hell would want to hurt her?

"You'll hit her, stop!" The young girl belted out like a mad woman.

Eva never felt scared but as she zoomed in and out of the pitch, she feared for her life. She felt like she was going to die.

Eva glanced at James Potter as she sped by the stands. Everything was at fast pace but to Eva it was like slow motion, she watched their faces contort in horror.

The quaffle smashed into her back

Eva grew tired

Eva let go

Eva began to fall

An ear piercing scream erupted from the young girl's throat as she began falling faster and faster. Her frail body smashed into the ground.

Author's Note,,

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