Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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"Only for you."
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Nobodies POV
We glide over the landscape, the leaves gradually vanishing from the trees and snow begins to drift into sight as we pick up speed. We sail into the snowstorm over the Hogwarts Grounds, past Hagrid's empty hut and onto the Quidditch stadium.
....
30 minutes before the game.
Fred has Ezra pressed up against the wall, lips kissing down his pale neck. "Don't you have a game." Ezra pants, his hands holding tightly to Fred's waist.
"In like thirty minutes, I have time." Fred mumbles
Ezra chuckles. "But you have to get ready." Ezra says "stop talking." Fred growls, attacking Ezra's neck with renowned vulgar.
Ezra smirks. "Okay, okay your going to be late, and I don't want to be the boyfriend who ruins the game because he couldn't keep his paws off." Ezra breaths
Fred whines, holding onto Ezra even tighter. "Give me something as motivation." Fred purrs
Ezra smiles, shaking his head. "Your insatiable." Ezra says, letting his boyfriend push him down to his knees.
"Only for you baby."
....
Visibility is low. Players scatter everywhere.
"...and Slytherin is up forty to ten. Alica with the quaffle!" Lee yells
Alica spins through the blizzard, trying desperately to see. Two shapes emerge from the snow. They are Crabble and Goyle, the Slytherin Beaters. Both of them take a swing at her.
She twists completely around on her broom and the clubs swish harmlessly past. She pushes forward to the Slytherin goals and hurtles the quaffle. Blocked by the Slytherin Keeper!
Below, in the stands, there is a groan from the Gryffindor side. From the Slytherins, there is a chant.
"Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King!" Slytherins mock
Harry pulls up near to Ron, who is looking grimly sick to his stomach. "Just ignore them, Ron!" Harry yells
Ron does not acknowledge him.
Several Slytherins, in possession of the Quaffle, bear down on the Gryffindor goals. They throw the quaffle. Ron dives and misses.
A loud gong sounds. Another groan from the Gryffindors.
"Another ten points to Slytherin. The score is now fifty-ten in favor of Slytherin." Lee says
Malfoy pulls up on his broom near Ron as well.
"I should thank you, Weasley. You're definitely our best player!" Draco mocks
He laughs.
Just then, the snitch blasts past Malfoy. He takes off in pursuit. Harry rockets after him at top speed, ignoring the bite of the snow against his face.
He and Malfoy give chase, following the Snitch at top speed. Malfoy is still far closer than Harry.
Then the Snitch banks sharply.
Both Draco and Harry turn with it, though now Harry has pulled even with Draco. They are inches from the Snitch. They reach with all of their might.
Harry's hand inches out in front of Draco and closes around the Snitch. Draco's fingers scrabble on the back of Harry's gloved hand.
The crowd goes wild. Harry straightens, triumphant.
Behind him, without warning, Crabbe emerges from the blizzard and cracks Harry across the back of the head with his Beater's club.
Harry slumps forward, and nose-dives into the pitch, rolling to a stop looking dazed. There is a groan of sympathy from the crowd.
The other Gryffindors land and run to Harry. "Harry, are you all right?" Hermione ask
The Gryffindors ignore him. Ezra makes his way towards his cousins side, grabbing his wand and slowly healing the cut.
Harry grimaces but he keeps his glare on Draco, he forgot how much of a prick he was, he couldn't believe he had a crush on the ass.
"I've never seen a worse Keeper!Maybe we should add some more verses to our little song. About his filthy mother!" Draco yells
George tries to leap at Draco. Ezra, Harry and Fred hold him back. "And his pathetic loser of a father too!" Draco yells
This time it's Fred who attempts to charge at Draco. Other Gryffindors are restraining them now.
Ezra was exasperated as he holds his boyfriend back. I mean the aggression is kind've hot but the situation isn't.
"But then, you like the Weasleys, don't you? How can you stand the stink? I guess it reminds you of your own dear mother!" Draco yells
Ezra had enough of this kid and he tackles him to the ground, pounding his fist into his shocked face.
George breaks free of the Gryffindors and follows, hitting Malfoy too. Ezra leaps onto Draco again, hitting him over and over again.
He loves Molly Weasley and he needed this kid to shut the hell up, even his cries are annoying.
Fred swallows back the smile and he grabs his boyfriend around the waist, pulling him back. He was grateful that the teen defended his parents, but he knows that getting in trouble wasn't a good idea.
"Impedimenta!" Hooch yells
She blasts Ezra, Fred and George with her spell, knocking them off of Malfoy.
McGonagall storms onto the pitch, Gryffindor scarf flapping wildly in the wind.
"What on earth do you two think you're doing?" McGonagall yells, noting that Fred was holding Ezra back, so he wasn't the one attacking the bleeding blonde.
Harry strides for Malfoy, he needed to land at least one punch in. Madam Hooch stands between them, her wand pointed directly at Harry.
"Don't make me stupify you, Potter!" Hooch yells
Harry stops, breathing hard, glaring daggers at Malfoy, who is curling in a ball, bleeding and crying.
Ezra smirks amused, relaxing back into Fred, who tightens his grip on him.
McGonagall comes right up to Harry and grabs him hard by the elbow. He finally turns his attention to her. She is pale and grim-faced.
