Harry glared across the table at his two best friends. He was happy for them, it had taken them way to long to figure out what everyone already knew, that they were perfect for each other, but that didn't mean he wanted to see them macking out. He was just starting to feel sick to his stomach when the doors to the great hall were suddenly slammed open. Gregory Goyle stepped into the hall, he was pale and his Quiditched Robes were covered in blood. The whole hall fell silent in shock as Goyle called out, "Professor Snape! We need you and Madam Pomfrey down on the Pitch."
Severus quickly descended from the high table and asked quietly, "What happened?"
Goyle shook his head and said, "Draco was putting Millicent through her paces because she punched Nott in the kidney, he told us not to…"
Goyle looked like he was about to burst into tears, which was something no one had ever seen before. Snape frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Goyle frowned and said, "The Bludger, it was acting all wonky, Draco had it stored away, told us not to mess with it because he thought the spell had been tampered with, he was going to bring it in after… but, we didn't listen. Vince let it out, we wanted to get in some practice… I've never seen anything move so fast, it went straight for Draco. Hit him from below and snapped his broom before slamming into him. He was too far away, no one was close enough…"
Snape stared at Goyle for a moment in shock then asked, "Is he still alive?"
Goyle paled even further and said, "Pansy said he was, said to come get you cause she's won't risk a healing spell, something about spell interaction."
Snape frowned and motioned for Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch to follow him out. The whole hall stayed silent till the doors slammed shut, then the whispers started. Harry glanced at his friends, who looked back at him with wide eyes. He quickly mouthed the words, "Cover for me." Before ducking under the table and his invisibility cloak, he had to know what was going on.
Harry quickly made his way to the pitch, which was quickly darkening. As he came onto the Pitch he heard Pansy, who was kneeling over unconscious Draco, say, "Severus, I don't know what to do, Draco got badly injured over the summer, he's been using a both his mother's family ring and several magical seals. Even without that he's so hit and miss with healing spells, I'm afraid to try anything."
Severus frowned and asked, "Why didn't Draco notify any of the staff, if he was bad off enough to use that ring, he should have at least let Madam Pomfrey or myself take a look at it!"
Pansy ducked her head and said, "He didn't want to get anyone in trouble."
Snape's frown deepened and he quickly got to work helping Madam Pomfrey with Draco's prone form. There was a lot of blood, and if he didn't know better he would have thought Draco was dead. The look on Madam Pomfreys face was a dead give away that Draco was not in good shape, and when Draco started coming to enough to take deep wheezing breaths and to let out low moans of pain, Harry though he might not ever get his stomach to settle down.