The Untold Reborn

Chapter-7 : Petrified in Fear

The air was electric as students flooded into the Quidditch stands, eager to witness the first match of the season—Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. It was a rivalry that had been etched in the history of Hogwarts, but today, it held a new weight for Aurelia. She sat amongst her fellow Slytherins, her eyes constantly shifting between the field and the Gryffindor stands, where her supposed brother, Harry Potter, would soon be flying.

The Slytherins were buzzing with excitement, convinced that with Draco Malfoy as their new Seeker, the game would be theirs. Aurelia, however, wasn't so sure. She didn't trust Malfoy's skills, especially since she was certain he'd bought his way onto the team. Elise Burke, as always, couldn't stop talking about him.

"I can't wait to see Draco catch the Snitch. He's so talented," Elise gushed, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

Aurelia clenched her fists, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Talented? He's only on the team because his father bought them Nimbus 2001s. He couldn't catch the Snitch if it was handed to him on a silver platter."

Elise shot her an irritated look, but Aurelia didn't care. She wasn't in the mood for Draco Malfoy admiration. Her thoughts were with Harry, and she couldn't shake the nagging worry she had for him, even though they'd only recently met. He was her brother, after all, and even if they hadn't grown up together, there was a strange connection between them that she couldn't deny.

"Jealous, Potter? Maybe you'd be a little more supportive if you weren't so fixated on your Gryffindor brother."

Aurelia glared at her, but said nothing. It wasn't worth arguing about Draco with someone who clearly had a crush on him. The truth was, she was more worried about Harry today than anything else. This was the first time she'd see him play Quidditch, a sport she only read about in the books. 

As the whistle blew and Madam Hooch set the game into motion, Aurelia watched as the Gryffindor and Slytherin players took to the skies. Harry zoomed through the air, graceful and focused, while Draco seemed more concerned with showing off than actually playing.

The match was intense, with both teams neck and neck. Slytherin's Beaters aggressively targeted the Gryffindors, sending Bludgers their way with terrifying precision. At one point, a Bludger that seemed almost cursed began targeting Harry specifically, going after him with unnatural force and speed.

Aurelia's heart skipped a beat as she watched Harry dodging the rogue Bludger again and again. The crowd was on edge, sensing something was wrong. But in true Harry Potter fashion, he managed to keep his focus. His eyes never left the Snitch. 

Aurelia's heart clenched in worry as she watched Harry duck and dodge the rogue Bludger. "What's going on with that Bludger? It's not supposed to target just one player like that," she muttered to herself.

Nora glanced at her, frowning. "It's strange, isn't it? I've never seen a Bludger act like that."

Then it happened. The Bludger finally made contact, crashing into Harry's arm. Even from the stands, Aurelia could see the sickening way his arm twisted, completely broken. Despite the injury, Harry didn't falter. With one arm dangling uselessly by his side, he dove, faster than anyone else, and caught the Snitch mere inches from Draco Malfoy's hand.

"Harry!" Aurelia whispered, her voice drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Gryffindor had won, but Harry's injury was severe.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but Aurelia's attention was on Harry, who had collapsed onto the field, clutching the Snitch with his good hand. Gryffindor had won, but at what cost?

Aurelia rushed down from the stands as the team gathered around Harry. Before she could get close, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared, his over-the-top robes flapping in the breeze. "Not to worry, my dear boy!" he called out dramatically. "I can fix that in a jiffy."