~𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 3~
Third year at Hogwarts. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 are excited to enter the new year. Y/n's powers are now controlled and better then ever.
Harry's being more protective over y/n ever since the incident in 2nd year.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤...
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"Lucky the ground was so soft."
"I thought he was dead for sure."
"But he didn't even break his glasses."
I was laying down on a bed near Harry's listening to the whispering voices. My eyes were closed as I was trying to get some rest after what happened. Draco was right besides me reading a book. I was still in my Gryffindor Quidditch robes. I felt lazy to even get out of them.
"That was the scariest thing I've seen in my life."
"Harry!" said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath the mud. "How're you feeling?"
My eyes opened and I looked over at Harry. It was as though Harry's memory was on fast forward. The lighting-- the Grim-- the Snitch-- the dementors-- and me catching him in mid air.
"What happened?" he said, sitting up so suddenly I did the same and everyone gasped.
"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been-- what-- fifty feet. Y/n caught you though."
"We thought you died." said Katie, who was shaking.
Hermione made a small squeak that startled Draco, making him drop his book. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.
"But the match," said Harry, "What happened? Are we doing a replay?"
No one said anything. I didn't even reply. The horrible truth sank into Harry like a stone.
"We didn't-- lose?"
"Diggory got the Snitch," said George. "Just after Y/n caught you. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you two on the ground, he tried to call it off. He wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square...even Wood admits it."
"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred.
"They think he's still trying to drown himself." I said and fiddled with Draco's hand.
Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly.
"C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before."
"There had to be one time you didn't get it," said George. "It's not over yet," said Fred. "We've lost by a hundred points right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."
