The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 42

"Come on we're going to miss the game!" I said to Draco, dragging him along the corridors and outside.

My eyes widened when I saw the weather. It was in the middle of a thunderstorm , a terrible one. The rain was coming down so hard, it felt like needles were piercing my skin. The clouds were as dark as the Hogwarts Corridors at night, and you could barely see anything. The rain wasn't helping with that either.

"If my brother ends up getting hurt in this weather I'm going to kill a hoe," I growled, starting towards the Quidditch pitch.

"So you're going to kill Dumbledore?" Draco asked.

"Obviously not. He's cool. I'm going to kill Trelawney for not predicting it and blame it on Pansy." I shrugged.

"But—" I cut him off.

"Oh my god," I said as I looked up at the sky.

Dementors were heading straight for the Quidditch pitch, most of them going towards one person on a broom. The only thing that I could make out through the rain was the Gryffindor robes and a mop of jet black hair.

"No that can't be." I said as my hands flew to my mouth.

"Harry." Draco said with his eyes widening. "Draco come on!" I exclaimed.

We bolted towards the Quidditch pitch, my emotions filled to the brim with worry. We cut through the locker rooms and made our way onto the field, just to see a limp body hit the ground.

"HARRY!" I screamed running towards him and fell to my knees beside him.

Harry was knocked out cold. He was pale, and he wasn't moving at all, from the looks of him, not even breathing. "HARRY WAKE UP!" I screamed pounding my hands on his chest.

Nothing.

"WAKE UP!" I screamed again, slapping his face with tears burning my eyes.

"HARRY IF YOU'RE DEAD IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screamed as tears started to come quicker, blurring my
vision more than it already was. My hands trembled as I put two fingers into his wrist, checking his pulse.

Nothing.

"SOMEBODY HELP HIM!" I screamed. His teammates flew to the ground, landing beside me. "Is he alive?" Someone asked.

"I DONT FUCKING KNOW!" I cried. Suddenly Harry's body started to levitate.

"Harry?" I choked. His body landed on a stretcher that I didn't realize was there and it started speeding out of the Quidditch pitch. I leaped off of the ground and started running after him.

Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my waist. "LET ME GO!" I screamed, trying to get out if their grip. "Calm down. He's going to be okay." The voice said.

Ryan.

"LET GO!" I screamed again, trying to pull away from his grip.

"Shh, its okay. He's okay." Ryan comforted, trying to calm me down. He leaned on the wall of the stadium and pulled me into his chest.

"He's Okay," Ryan whispered gently.

I calmed down a little, and then thoughts of Harry started rushing through my brain. I tried to pull away again, but Ryan just pulled me closer.

"But--"

"It's okay. He's going to live. Calm down. Madam Pomfrey will make sure of it I promise." Ryan said.

After about ten more seconds of struggling, I felt the energy fade slowly, and I just buried my face in the crook of his neck as I let out a loud, heartbreaking sob.