𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿-𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 - 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲

11 | Jinxed! Jinxed Again!

Harry's P.O.V.

She literally lowers my blood pressure.

I don't think I'd have the courage to play if (y/n) hadn't given me that pep talk.

We walk onto the pitch and Lee Jordan starts announcing.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game is Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"

Here we go.

I can feel the panic start to rise again, but (y/n) nudges my shoulder and I look at her.

"Breath in, breath out," she instructs. "Nice and easy. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Hey, if you fall off your broom, I'll catch you." She smiles playfully.

"You better," I reply, equally playful.

(Y/n) takes my hand and gives it one quick squeeze before we mount our brooms.

"The Quaffle is released and the game begins!"

Your P.O.V.

Everyone kicks off hard from the ground.

I follow Angelina Johnson on her left as she takes possession of the Quaffle.

I block a Slytherin chaser from knocking her off her broom and in return, get a nice "accidental" punch in the eye.

Madam Hooch doesn't see it however, she's busy keeping an eye on the Slytherin beater. He keeps trying to hit people with his bat.

I see Fred—or maybe George—hit a bludger towards the puncher, he promptly goes flying off his broom.

I stifle a laugh.

Angelina scores.

"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."

I zoom after Flint and immediately know that no one will catch him in time.

It's up to you now, Wood.

Wood waits until the last possible second, but he blocks the ball.

Katie Bell and Angelina pass the Quaffle back and forth while I defend them as best I can.

Angelina scores and I duck just in time to miss a bludger.

Anytime now, Harry.

We're doing good... until Slytherin decides to get messy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Flint grab a beater's bat from one of the beaters and whack a bludger right at Wood. It hits Wood directly in the stomach and he plummets to the ground, knocked out.

The next minute is a blur.

I get knocked out of the way as Slytherin comes to box Angelina in and I tumble down.

I stop myself about two inches from the ground and look up just in time to see Harry's broom jumping around and trying to kill him.

He falls and is left dangling by one arm.

It's a curse.

I fly up to help him, and then my broom goes haywire instead. His broom stops until I move a few feet away.

Then it hits me.

I was blocking the view of whoever is jinxing Harry. I just saved his life.

Suddenly, Harry's broom stops trying to commit murder and he turns to me.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Me? You almost died, Harry!"

"But I didn't." Harry flies a bit closer and points to my eye. "What happened?"

"Slytherin beater punched me. One of the twins got him for me."

"Good. If they hadn't, I would—"

Harry sees the Slytherin seeker chasing the Snitch.

"Go. I'll live."

Harry nods and rushes off after the seeker.

I would love to watch, but if I don't gain back some points, the Snitch might not matter.

I score three times before I hear Lee Jordan announce, "Harry Potter has got the Snitch!"

I land and the minute my feet hit the ground Harry and I are lifted up by the crowd. I laugh and chant with Harry and the rest.

"Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!"