Chapter 7
George's P.O.V.
She jumped.
Isabelle Lestrange jumped.
Isabelle Lestrang jumped off her broom, leaving Harry, and jumped straight at the dragon.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Beside me, Malfoy jumped up. A shocked and terrified look on his face.
Beside him, the Zabinis' mouths fell open and their eyes went wide.
I'm pretty sure everyone in the stadium looked like that.
No one made a sound.
I looked back at the stadium. Harry had crashed the broom, and was picking his way over to the golden eggs.
Isabelle....
Wait.
Where WAS Isabelle?
"Look!" Someone shouted "By the dragons' shoulder!"
I looked through my binoculars, and sure enough....
There was Isabelle.
Covered from head to toe in dirt and soot. Her face bleeding in 3 different spots. A part of her shirt ripped, and a hole burned just below the knee of her pants.
Clinging onto the dragon.
Again.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Izzy's P.O.V.
Oh.
My.
God.
I was clinging onto the dragon for dear life.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Harry picking his way towards our golden eggs.
The dragon was twisting and turning, trying to get me off his back.
I closed my eyes and felt my hands glide through air.
My back hit something solid and cold.
It hurt.
A lot.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the dragon tamers taking away the dragon and Harry running toward me.
My hearing was muffled and I couldn't make out a lot.
I heard the crowd cheering, and Ludo Bagman saying something.
I also heard Harry yelling to the healers.
Everything went black.
~*~*~*~*~
My eyes flew open and the first thing I saw was Draco.
He was holding my hand up to his face and was quietly sobbing into it.
"Drake, why are you crying?"
His head shot up and stared at me.
He threw his arms around me and started sobbing again.
"I-I thought you'd n-never w-wake up." He said
"What do you mean?"
He pulled away from me and said flatly,
"It's Saturday. You've been asleep for 4 days."
