Peppermint Starlight || Various HP x Reader || BNHA x HP (Crossover)

.7. Quidditch and Chaos

     The Quidditch season started in November. Which you were highly against since the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake was 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 beaverskin boots.

     You weren't going to watch any of the matches since there is no point if you already know who wins. But on Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. And after a lot of insisting from Hermione, you finally agreed.

     So, here you were. Sitting between the Gryffindors, waiting for the match to start. As a surprise for Harry, Ron and Hermione and some others had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. The paint flashed different colors which was kind of distracting.

     Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high into the air. They were off.

     "Why are YOU here?" Ron asked sitting beside you.

     "Well, why can't I be here?" You replied without taking your eyes off the game. Dumbledore wasn't around in this match meaning Quirrellmort is going to curse Harry's broom.

     "Why don't you go ahead and sit with your friend in the Ravenclaw section?" Ron being Ron, had a problem with you sitting there.

     "Oh stop it Ron-" Hermione said from her seat next to you when-

     "Budge up there, move along."

     "Hagrid!"

     You and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.

     "Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"

     "Nope," said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

     "Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.

     'Any moment now...' You turned your gaze over to the stands where the professors were sitting.

     A few moments later, Harry caught sight of the snitch and darted towards it. He was about to catch it when-

     WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below — Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

     'Slytherin's cheating in Quidditch... nothing new' You sighed and tightened your grip on your wand. In the books, it took Hermione some time to figure out that the broom was cursed. Maybe this time, with your help, you could get there sooner.

     Harry's broom started zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him. No one else seemed to notice it except you.

     "Something's wrong with Harry." You said standing up from your seat while directing others focus towards Harry.

     "Yer right. Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have..."

     You seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, you looked at the crowd. You could see Quirrellmort mumbling something.