The Prisoner of Azkaban (Hermione Granger x Male Reader)

Splinters

"Lucky the ground was so soft."

"I thought he'd be dead for sure."

"But look, he didn't even break his glasses."

Y/N felt elated when Harry's eyes snapped open. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was gathered around his bed. Ron and Hermione were also there, looking as though they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.

"Harry!" said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath, the mud. "How're you feeling?"

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been — what — fifty feet?"

"We thought you'd died." said Katie, who was shaking.

Hermione made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot, Y/N was trying to console her. 

"But the match," said Harry. "What happened? Are we doing a replay?" 

"We didn't — lose?"

"Diggory got the Snitch," said George. "Just after you fell. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square... even Wood admits it."

"Where is Wood?" asked Harry suddenly.

"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."

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 lost by a hundred points."

"Right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

"Hufflepuff'll have to lose by at least two hundred points," said George.

"But if they beat Ravenclaw ..."

"No way, Ravenclaw is too good. But if Slytherin loses against Hufflepuff..."

"It all depends on the points — a margin of a hundred either way —"

Harry lay there, not saying a word.

After ten minutes or so, Madam Pomfrey came over to tell the team to leave him in peace. 

"We'll come and see you later," Fred told him. "Don't beat yourself up Harry, you're still the best Seeker we've ever had."

The team trooped out, trailing mud behind them. Madam Pomfrey shut the door behind them, looking disapproving. Ron, Y/N, and Hermione moved nearer to Harry's bed.

"Dumbledore was really angry," Hermione said in a quaking voice. "I've never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the Dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. They left the stadium right away... He was furious they'd come onto the grounds. We heard him—"

"Then he magicked you onto a stretcher," said Ron. "And walked up to school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were..."

His voice faded, faltering at his own word choice.

"Did someone get my Nimbus?"

Hermione and Ron looked at Y/N.

"When you fell off the broom flew away, right into the Whomping Willow. It didn't survive the hit. I went and picked up all the parts I could find." said Y/N, reaching down and picking up a big piece of parchment wrapped around a bundle of splinters of wood.