a new kind of love ᝰ h. potter

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 ::: 9

𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" I heard Ron's voice ask faintly.

"Peaky?"

"What do you expect."

"He fell over 100ft." The twins spoke, taking turns talking.

"Yeah come on Ron, let's walk you off the astronomy tower-" George said sarcastically.

"- and see what you'd look like." Fred finished George's sentence.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." I muttered, vision blurry since I wasn't wearing my glasses.

Everyone softly chuckled, glad to see me awake.

I sat up to get more comfortable, even though my body was aching.

"How are you feeling?" I heard Hermione ask, I looked over in the direction her voice came from.

"Oh brilliant." I replied.

"You gave us a right good scare there mate." George said, coming round to hand me my glasses.

"What happened." I groaned as I put them on.

"Well you fell off your broom." Ron stated the obvious.

"Really?" I questioned sarcastically. "I meant the match, who one?"

An awkward silence filled the area.

"Um, no one blames you Harry. The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious, as soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off." Hermione said, filling the silence.

"There's.. uh.. something else you should know two Harry.. um.. when you fell the broom I-it sort of blew into the wimping willow. And... well." Ron showed me the broken pieces of my broom and I felt horrible, like a small fraction of my heart had been ripped away from me.

How could I play Quidditch without my broom? Could I afford a new decent broom?

Questions like these filled my mind.

"You know Harry, as soon as Cedric found out what happened, he asked for a rematch. He really didn't want to win that way." I voice I knew all too well said.

And for the first time since I woke up, I noticed the girl next to me. The hand that was clamped in mine, was (Y/N)'s. Her eyes were red, I could tell she had been crying.

I wanted to hug here right then and there, but it hurt to move a lot, so I just squeezed her hand tighter and gave her a soft smile.

"Cedric seems like a nice guy." I told her.

"He is."

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"I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick, is there any chance of fixing it?" Professor Lupin questioned as I walked alongside him.

"No. Professor why do the Dementors effect me so - I mean more than everyone else." I asked, truly confused.

"Listen, the Dementors are amongst on of the foulest creatures to walk this earth, they feed on every good feeling, every happy memory. Until the person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences, you are not weak, Harry. The Dementors effect you most of all because there are true horrors in your past, horrors you classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He informed me.