-Mine-( Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 9

"My baby's fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene loves me like I'm brand new. So call it what you want to."

-Taylor Swift-

-Call it What You Want-

Y/n's pov.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as the day of the Quidditch match approached. I could feel the energy in the air as students proudly sported their house colors, eager to cheer for Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. I had high hopes for Harry, especially after the tension of the past few days.

As we gathered in the changing rooms, I could see Harry's focus was unwavering, determination radiating from him as he adjusted his glasses and gripped his broom tightly. I exchanged a glance with Hermione and Ron, who were busy discussing strategy, but I couldn't shake the nervous feeling in my stomach.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" I asked quietly, watching Harry's intense concentration.

Hermione nodded, though her brow was furrowed. "He's got to stay focused. If he can just concentrate on catching the Snitch..."

With those words hanging in the air, we made our way to the stands. The moment we settled in, the teams took to the pitch, and the whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. The crowd erupted into cheers, filling the air with the roar of Gryffindor support.

As I watched the players dart through the sky, the vibrant colors of their robes swirling like a beautiful dance, I felt my worries begin to melt away. Harry was off, soaring through the air, eyes scanning for the elusive Golden Snitch. But then, I noticed a shadow creeping over the field, darkening the sky above us.

"Do you see that?" Ron pointed, his expression suddenly serious.

I squinted against the light and my heart dropped as I recognized the familiar forms gliding toward the pitch-Dementors. Panic rippled through the stands as students gasped, some standing in shock.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted, her voice laced with worry.

As the Dementors closed in, I could see Harry struggling to maintain his focus, fear overtaking him. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him falter mid-air, his broom wobbling dangerously.

In an instant, I realized I had to act. "Harry, you can do this!" I screamed, channeling all my confidence into my voice.

The Dementors loomed closer, their chilling presence gripping the air, but I focused solely on Harry. "Think of your happiest memory!" I shouted, desperation mingling with determination.

At my words, I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it wasn't enough. With a heart-stopping moment, he was thrown off his broom, tumbling through the air. Time seemed to slow as I dashed forward, heart racing.

"Harry!" I cried, sprinting toward the edge of the pitch as I reached for my wand. In a moment of sheer instinct, I shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" A silvery doe burst forth, charging toward the Dementors. The light pushed back the darkness, momentarily halting their advance.

As Harry fell, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I sprinted under him, arms outstretched, and managed to catch him just before he hit the ground. We tumbled to the grass, and I quickly assessed him. "Are you alright?" I asked breathlessly, panic bubbling beneath my calm facade.

Harry blinked, looking dazed. "I-yeah, I think so," he stammered, though his voice shook.

Madam Hooch rushed over, her face pale as she checked on us. "What happened?" she asked, bewildered.