Camille's POV

It's the end of the fourth week, still no sign of that rat. Anyway I've been feeling ill the last few days. But only Remus knows. He's been trying to get me to rest and see Madame Pomfrey. But I assure him that I'm fine. Today is Gryffindors match against Ravenclaw. Who have a new seeker Cho Chang, a fourth year. Anyway the match is about to begin and I went to collect Remus.

But when I got there I got the urge to vomit. So I ran to his private bathroom and vomited up my breakfast. "Cami, are you ok?" Remus asks concerned as he holds my hair back for me.

"I'm ok" I assure him.

"No you're not, maybe you should stay here. I can get Madame Pomfrey after the match" he tells me.

"No, I'll be fine" I tell him. "Besides I don't want to miss the match, I've never missed any of Harry's matches. And I'm not about to start today" I tell him.

"But you're ill" he tells me.

"I promise to see Madame Pomfrey after the match" I assure him. I go to the sink and rinse my mouth. Before brushing my teeth with a spare tooth brush. "Now lets go, or we'll be late" I tell him.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" he mutters. I just smile and we headed to the pitch. We reach it to see the stands full. We headed to the teachers stand and sit in the front. As Lee Jordan introduced both teams and the match begins.

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt that Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship" Lee states.

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" McGonagall asks him.

"Right you are, Professor -- just giving a bit of background information -- the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and..." he continues.

"Jordan!" she snaps.

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor, heading for goal" Lee announces. I watch Harry pass Katie heading the opposite direction as he searches for the snitch. I notice the Ravenclaw seeker Cho Chang tailing him closely. She was undoubtedly a very good flier. She kept cutting across him, forcing him to change direction.

No one has scored yet and Alicia is now in possession of the quaffle. "Show her your acceleration, Harry!" Fred shouts as he passes him. In pursuit of a Bludger that was aiming for Alicia. Who passed the quaffle back to Katie. She succeeded in scoring the first goal of the match, and the Gryffindor end of the field went wild.

"He seems to of mastered that broom" Remus tells me and I nod my head in agreement. Suddenly Harry dived; Cho saw what he was doing and tore after him. Harry was speeding up and I smile. Dives were his specialty. Then a Bludger, hit by one of the Ravenclaw Beaters, came pelting out of nowhere; Harry veered off course, avoiding it by an inch, and in those few, crucial seconds, the Snitch had vanished.

There was a great "Ooooooh" of disappointment from the Gryffindor supporters. But much applause for their Beater from the Ravenclaw end. George Weasley vented his feelings by hitting the second Bludger directly at the offending Beater. Who was forced to roll right over in midair to avoid it.

"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go! Potter's really putting it through its paces now, see it turn -- Chang's Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt's precision -- balance is really noticeable in these long..." Lee rants.

"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!" McGonagall orders.

"He's the best commenter ever, I hope he pursues as a career" I tell Remus. He just smiles as we continue to watch the match. Ravenclaw start pulling back; they had now scored three goals, which put Gryffindor only fifty points ahead.

Harry accelerated, eyes fixed on the speck of gold ahead -- but just then, Cho appeared out of thin air, blocking him. "HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TOO!" he orders.

"He seems very committed to winning" Remus states.

"He's going to be a professional quidditch player from what I've heard from the twins. This is his last year and he wants to end it with the Quidditch cup. Gryffindor would of won the last two years, if Harry was in the hospital wing his first year and quidditch wasn't cancelled last year" I tell him.

"Most likely" Remus says. The match continues and Harry spots the snitch again as three dementors appear. I frown in confusion, how come it's not cold and I don't feel happiness leaving me? Harry sent a stag patronus their way and I smile proudly as he catches the snitch. I get to my feet and cheer loudly. When I feel light headed. "Camille?" h asks worriedly as I sway.

Third Persons POV

Camille faints and Remus catches her before she can hit the ground. "Madame Pomfrey!" he calls and she hurries over.

"Poor dear, has she been feeling unwell?" Madame Pomfrey ask as she examines her.

"She hasn't been feeling well the last several days and vomited this morning. I told her to stay in bed and rest. But she didn't listen" Remus tells her.

"I'll take her to the hospital wing, can you go tell Professor McGonagall?" she asks him. Remus nods his head and headed down to the pitch. He spotted Harry and complimented him on his patronus. Before showing him that the dementors were fake, before Harry was whsiked away by excited Gryffindors.

"Minerva, Camille fainted and has been taken to the hospital wing" he tells her.

"I'll inform Dumbledore, encase we need Flitwick to substitute for her" she states. Remus nods his head and left to go check on his sister. When he arrived Madame Pomfrey was still examining Camille and made him wait outside until she was done.

A/N

Picture above of Cho Chang.