January 21, 2018
                              Harry's POV
                                              I woke up to the Gryffindor Quidditch team around me, including Ron and Hermione.  I 
                              sat up, against the bed. 
                                              "How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.
                                              "Good." I replied. She looked relieved.
                                              "That was a pretty high fall. Thankfully Dumbledore, slowed it down.  He was very mad,
                               after that. Dementor's are not supposed to be on school grounds." Hermione said. Ron was 
                              holding  something in a blanket.
                                              "What's that?" I asked. He looked nervous. Ron unwrapped it, and showed it to me. 
                              It was my Nimbus 2000, broken, and shattered.
                                              "When you fell, you fell with your broom, so it kind of, broke." Ron said. I sadly lay
                              back down. "It's fine Harry. It's about you being safe, not about the broom. At least Dumbledore 
                              slowed your fall, Y/N fell straight down, probably broke a few bones." Ron stated. I immediately 
                              sat up and shouted,
                                             "What! Where's Y/N! How did she fall! Is she okay! Let me see her!" I tried getting off but, 
                              Ron pushed me down. 
                                              "She's not here. She got hurt pretty badly. I saw a glimpse of her, they were carrying her, and
                               she had a bleeding forehead, and probably broke her arm. It wasn't an ordinary fall Harry, she 
                              could've been dead. But she isn't, well, I think, and hope, she isn't" Ron said.
                                              "YOU THINK!" I shouted.
                                              "Settle down Harry," Hermione said. "She's going to be fine. She's gone to St. Mungo's
                               Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." 
                                              "Move, I want to see her!" I got up, and shoved Ron out of the way.
                              Y/N's POV
                                              I woke up to a severe headache. I sat up against the bed, and rubbed my forehead. Soon, I realized I was in not 
                              in Hogwarts. I was somewhere else. Why was I here? What had happened that-
                                              "Harry!" I shouted. A nurse came rushing over and pushed me down on the bed, causing me to lay. "I have to 
                              see Harry!" I struggled to get up, but she pushed me down. 
                                              "You better lay down. You are still not fully recovered." The nurse said. I rested my head on the 
                              pillow. I pondered over why I was here and remembered. It was Quidditch, and I was flying, and so was Harry. He fell, 
                              then I fell, and then something happened. 
                                              "Was Harry okay? Was he here as well? Where was he?" I thought. My head was still hurting. I looked down at 
                              my arm and noticed that there was a white cast. I probably broke my arm. There was also something white wrapped 
                              around my forehead. A while later the nurse came back to check if I was fine.
                                      
                                   
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Always By My Side (Harry Potter X Reader)
FanfictionIt's your third year and you can't wait! the last two years were quite hectic, but you hope this year will be great. You think of telling your true feelings to Harry Potter (your crush) but you don't know what he is going to say. As you go into your...
 
                                               
                                                  