𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 (𝟏) || HARRY POTTER LOVE STORY

35

By the look on Hermione and Ron's faces the next afternoon, Julie knew they were wondering wether they'd see Harry alive again after they wished them good luck.

Julie was worrying so much, she hardly heard a word of Woods pep talk. Afterwards, Harry and Julie were pulled back by Wood.

"Don't want to pressure you, Potter, but if we need an early capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game before Snape can favour Hufflepuff too much. And, Clarke, you have to score as much as possible while Potter is looking for the Snitch."

"The whole school's out there!" said Fred, peering out of the door. "Even - blimey - Dumbledore's come to watch!"

"Dumbledore?" Harry and Julie wondered at the same time, dashing to the door to make sure. Fred was right. There was no mistaking that silver beard.

Julie was relieved. There was simply no way that Snape would dare to try and hurt Harry if Dumbledore was watching.

"Fistbump?" Harry asked, offering his fist like he did last match.

"Fistbump." Julie answered, accepting.

They marched on to the pitch and Snape was looking extremely angry.

Harry and Julie gave each other one last smile before flying off in different directions.

She didn't even have time to get my hands on the Quaffle when Snape gave Hufflepuff a penalty, because George had hit a Bludger at him.

Julie looked at Harry who was circling the pitch like a hawk. Suddenly Harry had gone into a spectacular dive. She gasped not being able to focus on what she was supposed to do.

Next second Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in a triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand.

The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.

Harry jumped off his broom and Julie landed next to him. Harry pulled her into a tight hug.

"Harry! You did it, you did it!" Julie cheered when he let her go.

The Gryffindors came spilling on to the pitch.

"Merlin, Ron, what happend to you!" Julie said as she looked at him. There was blood coming out of his nose.

"I wrestled Malfoy in the stands, but doesn't matter." he said. "WE WON!!"

Julie cheered along with everyone else when she saw Dumbledore talking to Harry, who had a confused smile on his face. Meanwhile, Snape spit bitterly on the ground.

∞ ϟ 9¾ ♔ ⚯͛ △⃒⃘ ➵ ♆

Harry and Julie left the changing room alone some time later, to take their broomsticks back to the broomshed.

The evening air had neved smelled so sweet. They walked over the damp grass and she relived the last hour in my head. It was a happy blur...

Harry trying not to fall of the shoulders of Gryffindor students and Hermione and Ron running to us, even though Ron had a heavy nosebleed.

"I'm so happy we won!" Julie said as they were walking.

"Me too. But you know what's better?" Harry said. "You hugging me after the match, Jules"

"You were the one to hug me!" Julie argued.

"And you were the one not to let go." he mocked her.

"Whatever." Julie said. "Did you see the look on Snape's face when you caught the Snitch? It was amazing!"

"Yeah, I showed him" Harry answered.

Suddenly a hooded figure came swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly not wanting to be seen, it walked as fast as possible towards the Forbidden Forest. Their victory faded from Julie's mind as she watched. She recognised the figure's prowling walk. Snape, sneaking into the Forest while everyone else was at dinner - what was going on?

"Follow me" Harry said

"Seriously?" Julie raised an eyebrow. "You think we should just go after him?"

"Why not? He's up to something, and we can't let him get away with it," Harry said, grinning.

Julie shook her head, but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "Always dragging me into trouble. Fine, let's go catch the greasy git in the act."

Harry smirked at her saying: "That's the spirit!"