Everything Beautiful [ Remus Lupin ]

chapter thirteen; a nasty fall

Despite the weather, everyone happily cheered when the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams appeared in the Quidditch Pitch. I happily clapped along with the other professors, looking on as the players took their positions on their broomsticks, flying high above.

I watched as the Bludgers flew around chasing players, the Quaffle switching hands rapidly.

"I hope Harry won't have trouble finding the Snitch with this rain," I commented, squinting my eyes to see if I spotted the golden ball. Minerva tutted before remarking,

"I don't doubt he will. He's an extraordinary Seeker."

The game seemed like any other, and Gryffindor had the upper hand when a time out was called. We all watched anxiously, hoping that the Snitch would be caught soon.

I huddled in my cloak, tightening the Gryffindor scarf around my neck. On top of the pouring rain, the cold wind pierced through my skin like daggers, and I couldn't imagine being on the field in this weather.

I'd always appreciated Quidditch as a sport, but unlike Evaine, I never found an interest in playing it.

My sister had been a chaser for the Gryffindor team, and she'd come home with plenty of stories to fill Lance's head before he even got into his first year.

Joining the team was a dream he was holding onto dearly. In the meantime, he never missed a match. I noticed the shape of my brother in the stands ahead of me, jumping up and down in excitement.

The two teams quickly zoomed back up and the game resumed. The rest was almost a blur. One minute, everyone was cheering their team, and the next something was falling from the sky. As it came closer, the entire stadium burst in gasps and worried shouts.

"Harry!" Most of us shouted in disbelief,

"Someone do something!" I heard in the crowd, pushing through as I ran down the stand. Reaching the bottom, I noticed Albus Dumbledore running onto the field.

"Arresto momentum!" Dumbledore's voice boomed, and I stopped in my tracks on the edge of the field, watching as Harry's fall was broken by the spell. A brief sigh of relief escaped me. Harry was safe.

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"Professor Martel, Take him to the Hospital Wing!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "I have to take care of this nonsense!"

His voice was stern and angry. Everyone had watched as he'd pulled Harry's seemingly lifeless body down to the ground and conjured his Patronus to ward the Dementors away. That was the nonsense he would have to settle, the Dementors weren't supposed to be there at all.

With a flick of my wand, the stretcher Harry was on levitated above the ground and followed me across the field. I hurried back to the castle and placed the boy in Madam Pomfrey's care.