Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year One: Chapter Seven

3rd person POV: 

As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.

Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaverskin boots.

The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry and Y/n would be playing in their first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move into second place for the House Championship.

Hardly anyone had seen Harry or Y/n play because Wood decided, as their secret weapon, they should be kept, well, secret. But the news that Harry and Y/n was playing Seeker and Chaser had leaked somehow, and the pair didn't know what was worse — people telling them they'd be brilliant or people telling them they would be running around underneath holding a mattress.

It was really lucky Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd gotten through his homework without her, what with all the last-minute Quidditch practices Wood made them do.

She had also lent him and Y/n Quidditch Through the Ages, which actually turned out to be a very interesting read. Y/n had liked it so much that she begged her mother to send her a copy through the post to keep, her mum, of course, obliged and then repeatedly told Y/n to stop bugging her.

Harry learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, Harry then realized that Y/n was the smallest on their team and that most serious Quidditch injuries happened to them with a nervous tug in his stomach; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up two months later in the Sahara desert.

Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about rule breaking since Harry and Ron had saved her and Y/n from the mountain troll, and she was much nicer for it. Y/n was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of having another girl in their group.

The day before their first Quidditch match the four of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and Hermione had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried in a jam jar. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard.

Harry noticed at once that he was limping.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/n moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed. Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces had caught Snape's eye.

He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off.

"What's that you got there, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.

"Library books are not to be taken outside of the school," said Snape. "Give it to me, L/n give me yours too."

Y/n had suddenly looked very pleased with herself, "it's my own copy, my mum sent it."

Snape's eyes squinted at the mention of her mum.

"Very well," he drawled. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

Y/n turned to Harry.

"You could always borrow mine," She offered weakly.