Book 1: Harry Potter x Male Reader

Chapter 4

Hogwarts/Practice Field

(Y/n and Harry stand with Oliver Wood on the empty practice pitch)

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players: Three Chasers Y/n you are one of them, two Beaters, one Keeper and the Seeker that's you harry. There are three kinds of balls. This one's called the Quaffle.

(Oliver holds up a red ball)

Oliver: The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of three hoops. The Keeper, that's me defends the hoops. With me so far?

(Y/n and harry nod. Harry points to a wood crate rocking violently)

Y/n: Yep.

Harry. What's in there?

Oliver: Here. Take this.

(He hands Y/n a small club, kneels before the crate, and unlashes a leather strap. Instantly, a black ball rockets into the sky, then, without warning, plummets straight down at Y/n's head. Y/n jumps aside and clubs it back into the sky)

Oliver: Not bad, Graves. You'd make a fair Beater. Careful now, it's coming back.

(As the ball screams back to earth, Oliver crates it)

Harry and Y/n: What was that?

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But harry as a Seeker. The only ball I want you to worry about is... this.

(Oliver takes out a tiny ball about the size of a walnut. Bright gold, it has little, fluttering wings)

Harry: I like this ball.

Oliver: You like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry: What do I do with it?

Oliver: Catch it. Before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter... we win.

(Y/n shrugs his shoulders)

Y/n: Everything seems simple enough.

Professor Flitwick's Class

(Professor flitwick is a very tiny, gnome-like wizard, stands on a pile of books as he oversees the class)

Flitwick: Now don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been, practising. Swish and flick. Swish and flick.

(Harry, paired with Seamus, poses his wand over the feather before him and begins to swish and flick)

Harry: Wingardium Leviosa.

(The feather flutters, but never leaves the table)

Flitwick: And enunciate! Never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.

(Y/n slightly flicks his wand and makes the feather float, he decides to have fun and starts to move it around the class in high speeds. Flitwick stares at Y/n with a smile while clapping)

Flitwick: Good. Very good Mr Graves! What an outstanding performance.

Ron: WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!

(Ron windmills his arms grandly. Nothing. Hermione frowns)

Hermione: