𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Quidditch Match•

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A few weeks went by. Harry had received a beautiful Nimbus 2000 from McGonagall, much to Malfoy's displeasure.

Wood wasn't able to contain hi happiness anymore, and so, they all felt motivated, and trained harder than ever.

And then, the time finally came. It was the first Quidditch Match of the season: Gryffindor against Slytherin.

Harry was really anxious.
Harry: What if something goes wrong? What if I can't actually menage to get the Snitch before Slytherin's seeker does?
He said.

Y/N put a hand on his shoulder, and looked directly into his twin's eyes.

Y/N: Harry, stop being paranoid.
He said calmly.

Harry shook his head.
Harry: What If I lose?
He said.

Y/N sighed.
Y/N: It's ok, Harry. Everything will be ok, you'll see. It doesn't matter if you win or you lose, I just won't stop caring about you just because you lost a stupid match. Just calm yourself down. Breath in and breath out. We need you concentrated, so that we can show those idiotic Slytherins what Gryffindor's Squad is made of!
He said.

Harry finally relaxed, and pulled Y/N in a hug. Y/N just smiled at him.

Y/N: I'll be cheering for you!
He said, leaving.

He reached Ron and Hermione on the stands.

Soon after, the two squads made their entrance. The two captains, Flint and Wood, shook their hands, in the clearly intent of breaking the other's hand.

Then, Madame Hooch blew in her whistle, and so the match finally begun.

It went smoothly for most of the time, with Gryffindor losing against Slytherin 60 to 20.

Then, Harry's broom started spinning, going up and down, back and forth, and then, to Y/N's horror, he almost fell off, now only holding onto the broom with one of his hands.

Y/N: Harry!
He yelled. He was really scared, now.

He took Hagrid's binoculars, and pointed it towards the stand where all the teachers were.

Snape was mumbling something under his breath, keeping his eyes in Harry's broom, not even blinking.

Hermione had noticed it too. They both made their way to the stand, and then, being extra careful not to be noticed, Hermione took her wand, and pointed it to Snape's robes.

Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamare!
She whispered, setting Snape's robes on fire.

Y/N now looked at Harry, who was now able to mount on the broom again. He then started rushing towards the ground.

Y/N: He's seen it!
He excitedly whispered to Harmione.

Harry stood up on the broom, shocking everyone. Soon after, he fell on the ground.

Y/N: Harry!
He said, as he rushed to the pitch. He looked at his brother, who spat out a golden little ball on his hands.

Harry smiled brightly at Y/N.
Harry: I caught the Snitch.
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