Medusa's Heir Book I: The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 10: Quidditch

As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel.

Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots.

Y/n was constantly visited by the Gryffindor quidditch team, the trio, and Cedric. The muggle studies classes were allowed to come in during classes so Y/n's relatives could show them some muggle medicine.

The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. Y/n was upset that she couldn't play but Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall weren't having it, Y/n was getting better but then she ended up having a collapsed lung which got rid of her hope of playing Quidditch.

Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse- people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress.

"You will be fine, you're the youngest Seeker in a century. You are talented with riding brooms. Don't stress too much about it." said Y/n as she laid on the bed with an oxygen mask on "You're so lucky to be able to play, I'm stuck here."

"You're sick when you get better than you will play. Focus on getting better," said Hermione.

Y/n nodded "Besides," said Harry "I'll play for both of us." he took Y/n's hand and squeezed it.

"Thanks, Harry," with those words Y/n told the trio goodbye as they left the infirmary.

The Great Hal was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.

"You've got to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want anything."

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field.

"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."

"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages.

"Harry, Y/n would want you to eat and be in good shape so that you can play well in your first Quidditch game. You told her that you would play for both of you," said Hermione.

Harry looked at her and realized she was right, "Alright," Harry ate a little bit.

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By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seat might be raised high in the air but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

While Ron and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row; Y/n was sitting in the professor's stand accompanied by Madam Pomfrey. The bi-haired girl managed to convince the nurse of letting her go to the game, Y/n's entire body was wrapped in two thick blankets to prevent her from getting cold, an oxygen tank and mask accompanied her too along with her Nimbus Two Thousand.