The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron were still discussing what they'd do with a Sorcerer's Stone if they had one. It wasn't until Ron said he'd buy his own Quidditch team that Harry remembered about Snape and the coming match. He then turned to Y/n.
"Remember, we'll have our wands with us incase he tries to hurt you," Said Harry. "And if he doesn't it's just me."
"Guys, relax," Said Y/n, nonchalantly. "Snape's a teacher. Remember that now."
"Whatever you say, mate,"Ron said.
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When they wished him good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, Y/n knew that Ron, Harry, and Hermione were wondering whether they'd ever see him alive again. This wasn't what you'd call comforting. Y/n didn't pay attention to Wood's speech. He was nervous for his first Quidditch match.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Y/n know that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They'd gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Y/n.
"Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve and Harry watched for Y/n.
"I know," Ron snapped. "Don't nag."
"Shhh! Guys, look, they're coming out of the locker room!" Harry said.
Snape was looking extra mean today, because Dumbledore had come to the match. Y/n noticed Ron, Hermione, and Harry saying stuff to each other and all he could hear was, "Snape."
"I've never seen Snape look so mean," Ron told Harry and Hermione. "Look -they're off Ouch!"
Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."
Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle. Harry was too focused watching Y/n to notice.
"Wonder how long Riddle's going to stay on Potter's broom? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"
Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, was squinting fixedly at Y/n, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch. Harry was praying that he caught it.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter and Y/n, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money -- you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."
Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.
"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Harry, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."
"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."
Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Y/n.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy -- one more word-"
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.
FanfictionY/N Riddle is the nephew of Tom Riddle. He doesn't know this of course. Nor does he know he's a wizard. He lives in the old orphanage that Tom used to live in with his brother/bully Devon, his perfect older brother Simon, and younger sister Erin. On...
