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Harry's P.O.V. 

The weather grew worse as the Quidditch match approached, but the spirit of the Gryffindor team remained never wavered. 

Under the watchful eye of Madam Hooch, who had to supervise practice because of Harry, they all trained harder than ever. Through mud, through rain, through storms. 

Y/N, Hermione and Ron came to his practices, of course. After he was finished, Hermione would place a warming charm on him and Y/N would chuck a blanket at his face. 

Ron would just laugh at him. 

A week ago, Harry under the impression that they were playing Slytherin, but then Y/N informed him that they were playing Hufflepuff. When he asked her how she knew, she said, "Oh, Ceddy and Ellie - er - Cedric, and Elijah told me -  oh, and Oliver." 

It wavered Harry's spirit a little. 

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The day before the match, the winds were howling, trees bending from the strength. The torches in the corridors were lit even during the day, flickering when students ran past. 

Harry and Y/N were running past. 

They were very late to Defense Against the Dark Arts because Y/N took too much time speaking to Sir Cadogan. Then, Oliver Wood pestered Harry about practicing and playing his best - making them ten minutes late. 

"Hurry up, Y/N" 

"These books are bloody heavy, Merlin!" she complained, quickening her pace. 

"You don't care 'cause its not like your uncle's gonna give you detention!" 

"Obviously!" 

He and Y/N skidded to a halt outside the classroom door, Harry jerked it open and the two strode inside. 

"Sorry, Uncle Rem-"

"Sorry, Professor Lup-"

But it wasn't Professor Lupin that looked up at them from the desk. It was Snape. Harry's lips curled into a frown by habit. 

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, Sterling," he said. "So, two Gryffindors, ten minutes. Let's take twenty points from Gryffindor. Sit down." 

But Harry and Y/N didn't move. 

"Where's my uncle?" 

"Where's Professor Lupin?" 

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