HP One Shots

Game Day Rescue (Newt x Seeker!Reader)

Reader: House Seeker for Quidditch Team, Encouraging, Outgoing, Skips

As I step into the Grand Hall, my eyes wander in search of my best friend since birth, Newt Scamander. A pretty big deal quidditch match was scheduled today, and since we both played, I wished to give him a boost of confidence. Since our second year (when we both made it onto an official quidditch team) I've done the exact same thing; but how I do it varies.
One time during third year, I remained confined to a hospital wing bed because of a broken foot. I still gave Newt a letter of encouragement via owl. Even though, Madam Hooch scolded me for sending it down to the pitch, before the match began. Madam Pomfrey was just amazed I managed to obtain an owl. Let's just say Newt was embarrassed.

Without our mothers' friendship, however, we wouldn't have as strong of a relationship as we do now. Our mothers were sorted in the same house, and immediately connected. They later were featured in each other's weddings as the maid of honor. Then made sure that Newt and I grew up knowing each other (even before we were born). Thankfully, much like our mothers, we bonded straight away and pinky promised to be best friends forever.

That was nine years ago. However, I'm ecstatic to report that our relationship hasn't faltered, yet improved. At times we can be day and night, or yin and yang, but, there are moments that we click into sync. Perhaps that's our secret for lasting friendship. I honestly wouldn't know.

I finally lock onto my target at the Hufflepuff table, and a large grin forms on my face. With quick skips, I end up behind Newt, and plop onto the vacant seat to his right. With raised eyebrows, Newt looks at me, before they lower with understanding.

"Good morning, Y/N. Sleep well," Newt asks as I make a grab for a plate of toast. "Wonderful, thank you! What about you? Any new creatures keeping you awake in the middle of the night?" I finish with a smirk. Newt smiles lightly before turning to me. "Please uh, do keep it down, Y/N. You never know who could be listening." "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. But still, you're avoiding the question." "I slept okay last night, enough to keep me going." "Newt." "... Y/N, he was a fascinating creature," he argues. "Newt." "You shouldn't worry. I'm perfectly fine." "Newt its my job to worry! I'm your best friend!"

I finish my toast and grab another piece before standing from the (now empty) spot on the bench. "Well, try not to pass out anytime soon. Other than that, go out there and be the fastest and most agile chaser in the history of Hogwarts! This game could win the House cup!" Newt chuckles and gives me the traditional salute (that we started doing in first year), to which I return the gesture, and skip off to prep for the upcoming quidditch match.

T I M E  S K I P

Upon flying around the pitch at the team introductions, I felt any nervousness fade away, and I was left with excitement. The combination of wind in my hair, the rush of flying at high speeds, and the urge to wrap my fingers around the golden snitch, mix together into the perfect concoction. This tends to happen most games, and the feeling certainly isn't unusual. 

I loop the pitch, and await the game's start. From my higher position, I eye all of the players below me (also know as the chasers and beaters), and spot my favorite Hufflepuff chaser of all. "Go get 'em, Curls!" Newt immediately looks up at me and waves with a small smile. "You too, Skippy!" I laugh, and hover in air to stretch my arms.  Madam Hooch throws the quaffle into the air, and the match begins. "Its go time."

As the game below me proceeds with Newt catching and scoring with the quaffle, I soar to and fro around the pitch searching for a glimpse of gold. Of course my favorite beater, Janet Hindler, aims for me multiple times. Janet actually is an extremely kindhearted, hardworking person. She just knows how to hit a bludger, and since we're friends she goes for me continually. The other beaters on her team decided that Janet had me handled so they went for anyone but me. 

"Scamander is dangling from his broom folks! This game may end him up in the hospital wing." Worriedly, I look down below me, and sure enough, Newt is barely holding onto his broom. "He has got to learn to dodge those bludgers." I observe the pitch quickly to access the situation. No snitch yet. Newt may fall and break who knows what. "He better thank me later!"

I dive straight down, and make a dash to Newt. Please, just hold on for a second. Janet, who was winding up, understands what I'm doing, and hits toward another player. If I'm distracted by Newt, then her team has the advantage. Newt matters more to me than a silly game. Sure its fun to play and all, but I need to help my best friend since no one else is. "And L/N is diving down to rescue Scamander folks!"

Upon seeing me coming, Newt looks guilty, remorseful, but thankful. He reaches out a hand, and I grasp it, before pulling him onto my broom. I quickly soar to the pitch's ground and drop him off. "Try not to get killed please, Newt." "I tried!" I steer my broom upward, and prepare to take off after hearing, "Thanks Y/N." "No problem, Curls," I answer. However, thinking about Newt, I smiled as I realized something. I dive back down, now confident, as Newt mounts his broom (that has now dropped onto the ground), and peck his cheek before zooming away with a large smile. Too bad I didn't see Newt's blush, and smile.

"And the shippers go wild in the stands!" I heartily laugh, before zooming through the air in search of my golden prey. I made quite a play today!