The Worlds Collide (Tomtord fanfic debate)

Magic au

Tom and Tord walked side by side in one of the castles old corridors, making their way to their next class. The bottoms of their school robes brushing through the air a good inch or two above the smooth stone ground, the air was light and chilly, signaling the possible arrival of winter, which Tord gladly welcomed.
"By the way Tom, today I have quidditch practice on the fields if you'd like to come." Tom only hummed in response, taking mental note of his friends request. He looked down slightly, seeing as they were only a bit apart in height, admiring his friend's proud expression. Tord had been playing on the Gryffindor's quidditch team for three years now, taking place as the seeker.
The smaller had always enjoyed the sport, although he was to shy to ever try out during his second year, leaving the opportunity for a different time. But of course his shyness came to an end once he met Tom and the others (Edd and Matt) which opened up plenty of new doors to an opportunity.
"Yeah, I'll see if I can make it. I promised Matt I'd help him with his charms homework." Once he spoke, he could sense his friend's newfound disappointment. He went to apologize in advance just incase, but they soon arrived at a staircase leading downward, towards the dungeons.
Tom cleared his throat lightly and began to walk down the teasingly familiar stairs, Tord following at his side, ruffling his devil like hair which only met Tom's chin, seeing as the Norwegian was smaller in height.
"Anywho, are you ready for potions? I hear the professor is in a foul mood today." Tom said, earning an unamused chuckle from the other. "Indeed he is, I'm not quite ready for his ranting on how bad my mixtures are." It was now Tom's turn to laugh, seeing as Tord was never able to keep a well status in potions.
Soon enough their footsteps reached the opened door, stepping inside with dread as they realized they had arrived earlier than usual. A few students sat here and there at the double desks, silently informing them that they weren't the only early birds.
The two continued to walk alongside one another until they reached the first desk in the center on the dungeon. The two rummaged through their bags and pulled out their potion books and quills, along with other possible necessities.
    Tord relaxed as he waited for the professor to arrive, he was extremely tired and was taking advantage of every  moment he could to take a mental rest. Despite his efforts, a loud group of slytherins suddenly came into the room, ruff housing and shouting.
    Soon enough there was a loud slam in front of him, one of the students had slammed their potions book atop the desk in front of him which made Tord jolt violently.
    He looked up only to meet eyes with Eduardo, his bully. Behind him was Mark, and a few other snickering slytherins. "What's the matter Smith?! Didn't sleep last night? Oh wait, let me guess, you had another nightmare!" He said in a mocking tone, which made Tord uneasy as he began to choke up.
    "Awe look! Scared, Smith?" Tord struggled for a comeback, he opened his mouth but the voice that projected wasn't his, "You wish." It was Tom, whom had finally realized what was going on. "Bug off Eduardo, and take your children with you." He said coldly, giving the group a nasty glare with his void like eyes.
    Eduardo stepped back with a mean look, "Watch it bowling ball, or you might just loose your books." 'Classic' Tom thought, 'All talk and no guts'. He stated a the group walked off to their seats.
    He turned to Tord, "You okay?" He asked, the Norwegian turned and gave a reassuring smile, "Yeah...thanks." He said, straightening his robes.
    The moment was quiet and slightly awkward, but Tom ignored the feeling and gazed at his friend who was focused on preparing for class.
    He studied his caramel hair that stood up like horns and his grey eyes which much reminded him of the gloomy skies of London. His eyes also enraptured his pale skin and small form, which always seemed to be. He was always a small person, but Tom didn't mind, it just made him feel tall.
    The thought made him chuckle which caught the other's attention, "What?" He asked, his eyes searching desperately for a clue. "Nothing." He said calmly. Tord was visibly about to reply but the professor finnally entered the stone room.
    "Good day everyone, please open your books and turn to page 394." He said

                         Time skip

    Tord flew up on his broom, trying to get around his team in search of the snitch. As he flew around he watched his team, playing against each other. They were good, and the Norwegian had confidence that they would win a lot of games.
He regained focus and searched every which way for the little golden trinket. He sat up in the air for a few minutes and just as he lost hope he saw it, shimmering in the suns eager glow. It was hovering next to one of the Hufflepuff stands. He dove down hard, gripping his broomstick, the model was the Nimbus 2000 and Tord was loving it.
He got it as a gift from all his friends for his 14th birthday, all of which knowing he would try out for the sport in third year. They were right, he signed up with the first chance he had and quickly got obsessed with quidditch.
As he dove the snitch seemed to notice and it took off towards the center of the pitch. Tord made a hard turn right, denying any possibility of loosing the golden ball. The wind blew against him causing his red and black robes to fly up behind him.
He flew past one of the chasers on the team who shouted words of encouragement after him. This, this is what he looked forward to every couple of days. Quidditch.
He gained on the snitch and reached his arm out to grasp it, his broom now nearing the ground as he followed it's direction. The closer he got to the charmed ball, the closer he got to the ground, he wanted to pull up but something told him otherwise. He had to get this snitch...
'So close!' He thought, at this point he was practically touching the cold gold surface. He leaned up on his broom and grasped it. He'd done it, he caught the snitch!
But he quickly realized that the snitch wouldn't be the only thing he caught if he didn't pull up. Fear struck he lifted upward with force with the small snitch in hand, watching as the silver wings shriveled up alongside the gold.
He sat a few feet above the grass as he tried to calm down, his heart was racing and he was only now taking note of his surroundings. Suddenly a shout erupted from the gryffindor tower, "Wooo! Yeah!" He looked up to see Tom cheering in the stands, "That was bloody brilliant, Tord! I thought you were going to hit the grass!" His voice echoed through out the pitch and the rest of the team took notice.
The Norwegian turned and held up the small golden ball, signaling to his team that the practice game was over. One of the beaters swung around on his stick and yelled, "Gryffindor wins!"
He chuckled and looked up one last time to the stands at Tom before flying to the other end of the field to close up practice.

Time skip

Tom and Tord walked side by side opposite direction of the quidditch field, the sun was falling and it was time to grab dinner in the mess hall. "So, how'd I do?" Tord asked, genuinely curious of his friend's opinion. "I think you did great! Just wait until the other teams get a load of you, they'll be running home after the first game!" The two laughed in sync as Tom patted his friend on the back.
They entered the mess hall and Tom saw Edd waving them down towards their house table. The two followed his request and joined him for dinner, and as soon as they sat down Tom started bragging about how great Tord was on the field, even though Tord didn't think much of his catch.

(A/N; hey guys, hope you liked this part, make sure to vote if you did, and comment, "Dragon's Heartstring" if you want this au to be turned into a book! Thanks) -Swingster