enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: Rogue Bludger

Felicity's POV

"FIND THE SNITCH, HARRY!" Seamus yelled impossibly loud next to my ear. "Bloody hell, Seamus," I muttered, scooting away a little. He sent me a cheeky grin and returned his attention to the Quidditch match. Slytherin against Gryffindor, the first game of the year.

I watched as Marcus Flint stole the Quaffle from Angelina Johnson and another Slytherin Chaser push Oliver Wood out of the way, allowing Flint to score. Gryffindor booed loudly, as did much of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, while Slytherin screamed victoriously.

"Another 10 points to Slytherin," Lee Jordan announced wearily. It was 30 to 90, and unfortunately, Gryffindor wasn't winning. I looked over to where Harry was hovering in the air, being taunted by Malfoy. I gasped quietly as a Bludger nearly took off Harry's head. "Watch yourself, Harry!" I heard Wood yell over the wind and laughter of the Slytherins.

"Wood, look out!" Harry screamed. The same Bludger that almost decapitated Harry had smashed into Oliver's broomstick, causing the handle to shatter into a million pieces.

The crowd gasped as the Bludger began chasing Harry through the air relentlessly. "Blimey!" Hagrid shouted, "Harry's got himself a Rogue Bludger! That's been tampered with, that has!"

"I'll stop it," Ron said with narrowed eyes and a determined expression, pulling out his wand. "No," Hermione refused, "Even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry." I watched anxiously as the Bludger continued chasing him around before Harry finally caught sight of the Snitch. Apparently, Malfoy did, too, because he pushed Harry out of the way and began flying after it. The two of them flew under the wooden stands, quickly followed by the Bludger.

A full minute passed before Malfoy was flung from underneath the stands, his broom quickly following. He rolled and bounced across the ground finally coming to a stop with a painful expression. Most of the students were laughing, and even some Slytherins, too.

Harry continued to chase after the Snitch, but the Bludger had a different idea. It smashed into Harry's arm, and I swear, I could hear a crack from where I was standing. But he remained undeterred. He reached out his broken arm towards the flying gold sphere, and grabbed it successfully. Everyone, excluding the Slytherins, cheered.

Then Harry's broom went haywire and flipped over, resulting in him falling off of it and sliding through the sand on the field. Thank God he was close to the ground. Everyone in the stands 'ooohhh'ed sympathetically.

He groaned but held up the Snitch victoriously. "Let's go," I said urgently to Ron and Hermione. They nodded and we headed down to the ground.

"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee Jordan announced cheerfully. Harry smiled, and began sitting up when the Rogue Bludger flew down from the sky, landing inches away from Harry's head. It levitated again before smashing into the ground, nearly crushing his legs.

Everyone was gasped and pointed as Harry dodged the Bludger. Hermione and I whipped out our wands without even having to look at each other.

"Finite Incantatem!" Hermione shouted.

"Confringo!" I yelled.

The Bludger exploded in a fiery ball and Ron sighed in relief next to me. Suddenly, it seemed like the entire school was surrounding Harry. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked Harry worriedly. Harry winced. "No, I think my arm's broken," he replied, looking down at his arm, which was twisted at a weird angle.

"Not to worry, Harry!" Lockhart, who seemed to appear out of thin air, exclaimed proudly, "I'll fix that arm of yours straight away!" Harry visibly paled and I suppressed my laughter. "Um, no," Harry replied shakily, "Not you." "Poor boy," Lockhart said sympathetically, turning to me and Hermione, "He doesn't know what he's saying."

Lockhart pushed up Harry's sleeve before pulling out his wand and clearing his throat. "Brackium Emendo!" he chanted. A bright blue light flashed from his wand and Harry's grimace of pain disappeared. Hermione and I shared a wary look.

"Um, Professor Lockhart, that wasn't a spell to mend his arm," I said slowly. Lockhart, looking confused, lifted up Harry's arm, which flopped around like jelly. He frowned, "Ah, yes. That can sometimes happen. But the point is, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken."

"Broken?" Hagrid said angrily, "There's no bones left!"

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Hermione, Ron, and I escorted Harry to the Hospital Wing, along with a few other Gryffindors. We set him down on a bed and waited for Madame Pomfrey.

"Oh, out of my way, out of my way!" we heard her call shrilly, pushing past some Slytherins that were surrounding Malfoy's bed. At the end of the match, he insisted he needed to be brought to the Hospital Wing. Wimp.

"Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss, you can go!" she told him sternly as he began groaning again. Some of us Gryffindors snickered, and Fred and George included.

"He should've been brought straight to me," she said, shaking her head, "I can mend bones in a heartbeat. But growing them back..." Hermione's eyes widened. "You will be able to, won't you?" she asked anxiously. "Oh, I'll be able to, certainly. But it'll be painful," Madame Pomfrey responded grimly, "You're in for a rough night, Potter. Re-growing bones is a nasty business."

She poured him a cup of Skele-Gro and handed it to him before backing away quickly. He brought the drink to his lips and instantly spit it out, all over George and Seamus. I tried, in vain, to hide my laughter as they glared at Harry, then at me.

"What did you expect, Pumpkin Juice?" Madame Pomfrey scoffed. We all laughed, minus Harry. Eventually, everyone, including the Slytherins, left, leaving Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I.

"Who do you think did it?" I asked Harry casually. "Did what?" he questioned, confused. "Well, charmed  the Bludger, of course," Ron snorted. I nodded and turned to back to Harry. "I know you're new to the whole wizarding world thing, but Bludgers don't randomly decide to attempt at killing someone  during a peaceful game of Quidditch," I informed him. Ron scoffed at the word 'peaceful'.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it..." he trailed off. "What do you think, Mione?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but I do know what you're thinking, and it wasn't Malfoy. True, it could've kept Harry from getting the Snitch, but could he be more obvious? Everyone's going to think it was a Slytherin because Gryffindors were playing Slytherins. And, if he is the Heir, he would've had no reason to kill Harry; Harry's not Muggleborn," she replied. 

"So? Maybe Harry's not Muggleborn, but he and Malfoy do hate each other," I responded. She shrugged and we told Harry goodnight before trudging up to the Gryffindor Tower.

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finite incantatum - terminates all spell effects in the vicinity of the caster
confringo - causes anything that the spell comes into contact with to explode, and presumably thereafter burst into flames

just in case you were wondering 

~xo