Drarry

Chapter 1: The Accident

Harry's POV -

After my dark arts class with Professor Snape, I was really excited for my upcoming quidditch match later in the day.

'Hope the weather will stay this nice for the match later.' I thought as I walked outside with a smile plastered on my face.

-20 minutes later-

As I stare out the window I lost hope that we'd even have the match.

It was now storming pretty badly out, the rain had just started to pick up on the window harder.

'Are you kidding me?!' I shouted in my head feeling disappointed that the game might be canceled.

All I could really do at that point was to wait and see if it'll clear up by game time.

-15 minutes later-

The rain had cleared up a bit, by that I mean it wasn't raining as hard anymore. I quickly grabbed my gear and ran down to the locker room.

At the locker room I start stripping to get changed into my game uniform.

I'm minding my business when I hear an annoying voice come around the corner talking very loudly.

"Oh would ya look at this! It's Potta." He snarls, glaring at me saying that stupid nickname. Like far my name right Malfoy.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I huff out as I put the last piece of my uniform on.

"Oh nothing, just good luck is all. You're gonna need it." He said as he walked out of the locker room laughing with his friends.

I just roll my eyes and grab my broom. 'Here we go.' I think to myself excitedly.

Once out in the field I was flying around to try and catch the golden snitch. I guess I flew up a little higher then I wanted, but I wanted to catch the golden snitch.

I couldn't lose to Malfoy.

If I think about it I'm guessing I was around 100ft in the air by now.

This huffle puff and I are racing to catch it when out of nowhere he gets struck by lightning.

I mean we're in the sky, I guess that was bound to happen to someone at any point.

'This can't be good.' I panic a little but don't lose my concentration.

He fell off his broom and started falling towards the ground, his broom soon followed him. I gulp and grip my broom tighter.

After seeing what just happened I still had to try and catch the snitch. To be frank I was scarred to death, but I couldn't let my team down.

I reach out once more but to no luck as it flys faster away. 'Damnit so close!'

As I chase the snitch I fail to notice how far we're out from the field and the ground. In the distance I see something forming and it startles me. It looked to be about a dozen or so of Dementors charging me at full speed.

'Shit!' I mentally face palm.

As they rushed at me my heart started to pick up the pace. I almost had the snitch in my hand when one of them surprised me. Just to my luck it started sucking out my soul.

'This isn't good!' I shout on my head as I try my best to fly away from it.

I felt very dizzy, but I couldn't give up now. Could I? "Dammit....." I exclaim out loud as I feel my broom crack beneath me.

I had no clue what made my broom snap but it was quick whatever it was and soon enough I could feel myself falling.

How I knew I was falling was because of the air around me, it was much quicker plus I felt nothing beneath me.

At this point I was semi conscious when I was falling, but soon passed out....I think....

Narrator's POV -

Harry's broom had broken into many pieces, falling with him to the ground below.

He was a little over 100ft in the air, so as he tumbled downwards out of the sky everyone started to panic once he had come into view from the thickness of the clouds.

Hermione stood up in a hurry and looked towards the teachers for help, but unfortunately they all had fallen asleep. It looked as if they had been drugged or put under some kind of spell.

She looked back to the falling Harry and panic started to flood her emotions. She couldn't think straight or clearly.

'No no no no no!' She thought. "Harry's going to die Ron!" She shouted shaking Ron violently.

Draco and many of the other players noticed the teachers unconscious states. "God dammit Potta!" Draco shouted gripping his broom as he watched him falling from the clouds.

Draco was nearby Harry at the time he was falling, so making a quick decision he flew up into the sky. It was a bit cloudy but was still visible enough.

Draco raised his legs a bit to make it easier for his thighs to grip the sides of the thin broom. He slowly lifted his hands from the handle, shaking and wobbling all the way.

Harry was right above Draco, he caught him, but they both soon started to spiral downwards to the ground below.

'Shit, shit, shit!' Draco thought as the ground got closer.

A bright flash of light blinded everyone in the arena, it was followed by a loud crash. Lightning had struck the area where Draco and Harry once were.

Hermione and Ron ran down the bleachers and rushed over to assess the damage to their friend, but all that was left was some pieces of the cloaks, the broken brooms and a shoe.

"What the bloody hell just happened??" Hermione shouted gripping her hair tightly.

"I can't say for sure." Ron responded scratching his head. He soon noticed how hard she was gripping her hair.

"Let's not- oh ok, ok." He tried taking her hands away so she didn't rip too much of her hair out but when he tried she swatted at him.

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