Ancient Magician (H.P various x Reader)

Chapter 32:The Rogue Bludger

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 32:𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳

"𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰"

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With a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. I flew higher than any of them, squinting around for the Snitch.

"All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy, shooting underneath me as though to show off the speed of his broom.

"I'm doing great, Blondie," I said with a smirk. 

At that very moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward me, I avoided it so narrowly that I felt it ruffle In my hair as it passed.

I dropped quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard toward Malfoy. But the Bludger came back like a boomerang, aiming straight for my head.

"Bloody hell, this Bludger is after me!" I shouted to Fred and George, hoping they could hear me over the noise of the crowd.

I put on a burst of speed and headed toward the other end of the pitch while hearing the Bludger whizzing behind me. It was strange usually, Bludgers never focused on one player but instead tried to unseat as many people as possible. Fred was waiting, and as I approached, he swung at the Bludger with all his might, knocking it off course.

"Gotcha!" Fred exclaimed, but he was wrong. The Bludger seemed magnetically attracted to me, and it chased me once more. I had to fly away at full speed. The rain started, and heavy drops splattered onto my glasses and face. I didn't know what was happening in the rest of the game until Lee Jordan, the commentator, said, "Slytherin leads, sixty points to zero."

The Slytherins' superior brooms were obviously doing their job, and the mad Bludger kept trying to knock me out of the air. Fred and George flew so close to me on either side that I couldn't see anything except their frantic arms. I had no chance to look for the Snitch, let alone catch it.

"Someone's tampered with the Bludger," Fred grunted, swinging his bat forcefully as it launched another attack on me.

"I could tell," I replied, struggling to locate the snitch.

"We need a time out," said George, attempting to signal Wood while simultaneously preventing the Bludger from breaking my nose.

Wood had obviously got the message. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out and Me, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger

"What's going on?" said Wood as the Gryffindor team huddled together, while Slytherins in the crowd jeered. "We're being flattened. Fred, George, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina from scoring?"

"We were twenty feet above her, stopping the other Bludger from murdering Y/n, Oliver," said George angrily. "Someone's fixed it — it won't leave Y/n alone. It hasn't gone for anyone else all game. The Slytherins must have done something to it."

"But the Bludgers were fine during our last practice, and they've been locked up since then," Wood fretted. Spotting Madam Hooch, I saw the Slytherin team snickering and gesturing toward us.

"Listen," I suggested, "with both of you constantly flying around me, I won't be able to catch the Snitch unless it flies right up my sleeve. Return to the rest of the team and let me handle the rogue Bludger on my own."

"You're not serious, Y/n," Fred protested.

"I am dead serious," I replied, determined.

"Oliver, this is insane," Alicia Spinner exclaimed in anger. "You can't let Y/n handle that thing alone. Let's ask for an inquiry..."

"If we stop now, we'll have to forfeit the match!" I retorted. "We can't lose to Slytherin because of a rogue Bludger! Come on, Oliver, tell them to let me be!"

"This is all your fault," George said angrily to Wood. "'Get the Snitch or die trying,' what a stupid thing to tell her —"

Madam Hooch had joined us.

"Ready to resume play?" she asked Wood.

Wood looked at the determined look on my face.

"All right," he said. "Fred, George, you heard Y/n — leave her alone and let her deal with the Bludger on her own."

The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hooch's whistle, I kicked hard into the air and heard the telltale whoosh of the Bludger behind me. Higher and higher I climbed I looped and swooped, spiraled, zigzagged, and rolled. Slightly dizzy, I nevertheless kept my eyes wide open, rain was speckling my glasses and ran up my nostrils as I hung upside down, avoiding another fierce dive from the Bludger. I could hear laughter from the crowd I knew I must look very stupid, but the rogue Bludger was heavy and couldn't change direction as quickly as I could I began a kind of roller-coaster ride around the edges of the stadium, squinting through the silver sheets of rain to the Gryffindor goal posts, where Adrian Pucey was trying to get past Wood. 

A whistling in my ear told me the Bludger had just missed me again I turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.

"Training for the ballet, Grimblehawk?" yelled Malfoy as I was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and I fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him and then, glaring back at Malfoy in hatred, I saw it — the Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear — and Malfoy, busy laughing at Me, hadn't seen it.

For an agonizing moment, I hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch

WHAM.

I had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit me at last, smashed into my elbow, and I felt my arm break. Dimly, dazed by the searing pain in my arm, I slid sideways on my rain-drenched broom, one knee still crooked over it, my right arm dangling useless at my side —the Bludger came pelting back for a second attack, this time zooming at my face — I swerved out of the way, one idea firmly lodged in my numb brain get to Malfoy.

Through a haze of rain and pain, I dived for the shimmering, sneering face below me and saw its eyes widen with fear Malfoy thought I was attacking him.

"What the —" he gasped, staggering out of my way.

I took my remaining hand off my broom and made a wild snatch I felt my fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with my legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.

Crashing down into the mud with a splatter, I fell off my broom and felt a searing pain in my arm. From a distance, I could hear a lot of shouting and whistling. Despite the pain, I remained focused on the Snitch that I had managed to grasp in my hand.

"We did it!," I exclaimed, elated. "We've won!"

Closing my eyes, I could feel the raindrops gently tapping against my face. I was still lying on the field, with someone leaning over me. Two figures stood in front of me, their gaze fixed on my face.

"Please, stop staring and help me," I said.