The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

20: Gryffindor Vs Slytherin

Harry followed Fred and George out of the changing room and walked onto the pitch to loud cheers.

Harry looked white as a sheet. "Get your act together Potter." Y/N mumbled, as he looked through his binoculars.

After the captains, Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint shook hands, each team mounted their brooms, Harry had seen the flashing banner and grinned at them, already looking braver.

Madam Hooch, the referee, gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too -"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor."

The Weasely twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor Mcgonnagall.

The match went on, the red Quaffle being passed to and fro between players, being intercepted by their opposing team, while bludgers whizzed around the pitch, being beaten away by the beaters of both Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"- come on now Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

"Budge up there, move along."

"Hagrid!"

Y/N smiled at the sight of the giant man making his way through into the stands, they all squeezed together to make room for him.

Y/N was fond of Hagrid, he was the man who had led them into the castle on their first day. After he had become friends with Harry and Ron, he and Hermione were properly introduced to him. He was a very likable man, and his large beard reminded Y/N a bit of a black-haired Father Christmas.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," Hagrid said, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the snitch yet, eh?"

"Nope." said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting his eyes for some sign of the snitch.

The match still continued, until Harry visibly noticed something, Y/N smiled as he watched him dived downwards after a streak of gold, but the Slytherin Seeker had seen it too, the match seemed to be on pause as the rest of the players stopped to watch who would catch the snitch first.

WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors, Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose and sent his broom flying off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

"Foul!"

As Flint protested that he hadn't seen Harry, Gryffindor were awarded a penalty. Lee Jordan was finding it hard not to take sides.

"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!" growled Professor Mcgonnagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you -"

"Alright alright. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could've happened to anyone, I'm sure, so penalty for Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.

Y/N was absorbed into the match, when he decided to look up and see how Harry was doing, he was surprised to see his broom seemed to be completely out of control. It was zigzagging through the air and nearly toppling him off.