❝Show me a hero and I'll write you a
tragedy❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Charlus Potter, a Slytherin and Half-blood, falls in love with Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor and Muggle-born.
[ Hermion...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𓏲 . THE BOY WHO LIVED . .៹♡ CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR ─── CHEERS & TEARS
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In an attempt to not get too worried over Trelawney's prediction, Charlus put all of his focus into the last Quidditch match of the season. The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match would take place on the first Saturday after the Easter holidays.
Slytherin was leading the tournament by exactly two hundred points. This meant Charlus had to catch the snitch as quickly as he could. It also meant that Bletchley couldn't let in as many goals as he had last time.
The whole of Slytherin House wanted to win the match at all costs. So naturally, the enmity between Harry and Malfoy , was at its highest point ever.
Never, in anyone's memory, had a match approached in such a highly charged atmosphere. By the time the holidays were over, tension between the two teams and their Houses was at the breaking point. A number of small scuffles broke out in the corridors, resulting in a nasty incident in which a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears.
The Potter twins were having a particularly bad time of it. Harry couldn't walk to class without Slytherins sticking out their legs and trying to trip him up; Crabbe and Goyle kept popping up wherever he went and slouching away looking disappointed when they saw him surrounded by people. Charlus, on the other hand, had gotten a lot of insults and dirty looks anytime he entered the Gryffindor Tower.
All usual pursuits were abandoned in the Gryffindor common room the night before the match. Even Hermione had put down her books. "I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.
There was a great deal of noise. Fred and George Weasley were dealing with the pressure by being louder and more exuberant than ever. Oliver Wood was crouched over a model of a Quidditch field in the corner, prodding little figures across it with his wanda nd muttering to himself, glaring at Charlus every now and then.
