The bell rang.
“Herbology!” cried Neville.
“The what?” asked Harry.
“That’s Biology in the muggle world,” I said.
We walked into Greenhouse one. “Devil’s snare,” said Professor Sprout. “Okay, I’m gonna let you work out the best way to subdue them. Choose your own groups, if you may.”
“Hey, Sunset!” shouted Rainbow Dash. “Mind if I join your group?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. “But Blaise is with me.”
“Sooooo,” said Rainbow Dash. “How do we-?”
“Lemme think,” I replied. “Don’t like light... so to subdue it, I think we should light a fire or use Lumos.”
“We haven’t even learnt Lumos!” protested Rainbow Dash.
I pointed my wand at the Devil’s Snare, doing a non-verbal spell.
“But that’s NEWT standard!” cried Blaise.
“Is it?” I asked. “Oh meh. Like it matters.”
“She’s really powerful,” said Rainbow Dash in awe.
“Oh well done, Miss Shimmer!” cried Professor Sprout. “Good work! 20 points to Gryffindor and 10 points to Slytherin!”
Rainbow Dash grinned. “We need you in our house. You and Hermione get so many points!”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
The bell rang.
“FLYING LESSONS!” shouted Rainbow Dash and Harry.
I covered my ears. “Guys!” I cried. “Could you just keep it down?”
“She has Autism,” said Blaise. “I don’t like to see my girlfriend hurt. She doesn’t like loud noises. Shh, Shh, Sunset. It’s gonna be okay.”
Blaise held me close. I leaned my head against his. “Come on,” said Rainbow Dash. “Let’s go to our flying lesson.”
The flying lesson was on the grass quad, where 2 lines of broomsticks were. Madame Hooch was pacing up and down. Blaise smiled, as he went over to the Slytherin Side. I stood next to Hermione. Blaise winked at me.
“Now, hold your hands over your brooms,” shouted Madame Hooch, “And say ‘up!’”
“UP!” we all cried. Harry’s broom leapt into his hand. Mine and Draco’s also leapt into our hands. Ron’s hit him in the face and Hermione’s didn’t even move.
“Now climb on,” barked Hooch, “But don’t move.”
We all climbed on our brooms but Neville began to rise, due to nerves. “NEVILLE!” I shouted.
Neville’s broom shot into the sky then he landed face down, on his arm. He groaned.
“Broken arm,” muttered Hooch. “If anyone flies, they’ll be expelled before they can even say ‘Quidditch!’ Understood?”
We all nodded. Draco noticed Neville left his remembrall and picked it up. “Give it here, Malfoy!” cried Harry.
“No,” said Draco. “I’ll think I’ll-”
I moved forward. “Draco, give it over. It doesn’t belong to you.” I said.
Draco whipped around to face me. “Are you defending Potter and Longbottom?”
“I am!” I retorted. “Because they’re in my house. I’m a Gryffindor, and we support each other!”
Draco pulled out his wand. “Sectumsempra!” he shouted, aiming his wand at my abdomen. I couldn’t even defend myself.
Time dilated. I looked down, as blood bloomed from my stomach. I clutched it, collapsing. Blaise went over to me. “Draco, what did you do?” he cried. “How did you know that spell?”
“My dad taught me it,” replied Draco.
Blaise knelt beside me. “Sunset,” he said. “Hangfire. You need help.”
Rainbow Dash stood up. She ran for help. I looked at Blaise. My abdomen was on fire like my insides had been ripped out. “Blaise,” I said softly. “Please. Stay with me.”
He held my hand. “It’s not your fault,” he said. “You did your best.”
I screamed as the agonising pain grew. “Blaise, I don’t know if I can hang on any longer!” I cried.
Draco kicked off from his broom, throwing the remembrall. Harry followed, catching the remembrall in one hand. Rainbow Dash came down with Professor McGonagall.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Draco used dark magic,” said Harry.
“He provoked him!” cried Hermione
Blaise held my head. “Professor, can you help? Please.”
I was breathing rapidly. “Blaise, promise me. Slytherin must win.” I whispered. “For our families. Make them proud.”
I groaned. I think I’m about to die. I turned over, my head rolling to one side.
I was still.
Blaise POV
“NO!” I shouted. “NO!”
My eyes were stinging with tears. I let go of Sunset. Her eyes were wide open. “She’s gone, Blaise,” said Rainbow Dash.
I gently closed Sunset’s eyes. She was beautiful. And kind, like a princess. She had my heart, and I had hers.
“Potter,” said Professor McGonagall. “Come!”
Harry went up with McGonagall. I was still kneeling by her body. I was never going to see her. I was never going to have a life. She loved me, I knew that. She wrote a song for me.