Thantophobia||Fred Weasley

Lovely books

-It's too early for this.

-Why are you feeling so down lately?

-The school. I don't like being restricted in the same place for so long.

-Oh, understandable then.

Fred is sitting on my bed as I am still laying under the thick blanket, head crushed under my pillow. Last night was horrible and today I do not feel like getting up.

-Get up just for the Quidditch game, you can come back sleeping afterwards, please.

-Fine. Get out.

Fred closes my room's door behind him and I quickly put on joggings and a hoodie, not feeling like putting efforts onto my look. I leave my room and Fred was waiting, laying his back on the wall outside my room, arm crossed. He relax his posture when I leave my dormitory and smile. We both start to walk towards the Quidditch field as George catches us up with a basket full of food.

-Breakfast anyone?

-Didn't you guys eat yet? It's getting late for breakfast.

-Of course we did, that's for you. Keep us some for after our game though.

I was right. We are in the middle of the afternoon, even lunched finished already. I do not understand why they want to do a Quidditch game under the rain and thunder that there is right now. It is more dangerous for the students than anyone else but after yesterday I realized this school does not really care for student's health anymore. I see Hermione and Ron in the stands moving their arms around for me to see them.

-Good luck guys.

I leave the twins and climb the wooden stairs, enjoying the last couple seconds I have before being flooded by the rain again. I like to go under the rain usually. It is just different when I am forced to. The game starts, everyone is in position and it's already chaotic. Of course it was going to get chaotic, a Quidditch game under the rain is ridiculous. A lighting struck hits the broom of a player of the Hufflepuff team, making them fall to the ground of the field as another tries to help them out. They were glasses that quickly gets flooded with water so their vision is really low. I look over to Fred and George trying to steal the Quaffle from the other team's chasers. Not that they are better than them but they are quicker and Fred and George have trouble communicating because of the sound of the raging storm and the cheering of everyone around, without forgetting they can't really see anything that is farther than the other side of their broom. Harry and the Hufflepuff's seeker suddenly starts to fly away from the field, towards the sky: They released the Golden Snitch. I am really trying to stay focus on the game but as the rain is aggressively punching my cheeks, I get a bad feeling down my guts as if someone is punching me. By instinct, I look up to the sky to try to perceive Harry somewhere on his broom but all I see is Hufflepuff's seeker coming back from the sky. I wonder if it's because he caught the Snitch but it does not make any sense because Harry would have followed him. He rushes towards the ground and drop out of his broom, his knees bending in the wet sand. Where is Harry? I do not have time to realize what is going on that I hear Hermione loudly gasp in my ear. I look at her and then follow where her gaze is going with mine. Harry. Harry is falling off the sky, away from his broom as if he passed out. Everyone hold back their breathe as we hear Dumbledore controllably scream with his hand's palm in direction of Harry, now to the level of the highest part of the Whomping Willow.

-Arresto Momentum!

I always thought the way people described falling in my books sounded peaceful, charming. Seeing Harry fall makes me realized that as much as romance they add to it in my books, falling is way more violent than that. Before touching the ground, Harry's body floats in the hair for a split second, in order to cushion his fall. It doesn't take a long time before everyone is rushing off the stands to run a bit more further down the hill in order to see if Harry is doing ok. The players goes back to the ground of the field as everyone rushes out and as Fred and George join me on the sand of it, I look up to Oliver, still protecting his goal.