Harry Potter x Reader

First Year - Quiddich with Snape

"You're a really good Chaser."
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This pic of Snape. It's too funny, I can't even —
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Harry's POV

My encounter with Dumbledore had gotten me convinced to not go looking for the mirror, even though it'd the only thought that has been hanging at the back of my mind. I also started having nightmares, hearing that same cold, menacing laughter as well as (Y/N) (e/c) eyes. Glowing.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron. I told him about my dreams, excluding (Y/N)'s role in it.

Hermione, who came back before term had started, took a different view of things. She was shocked about how we snuck out at night and disappointed at our failure of being information-less with Flamel.

We were very close to giving up even though I was sure that I'd read the name somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it. And with Quiddich practice on top of that, both me and (Y/N) had much less time than Ron and Hermione.

Wood was making us work harder than ever. If we won our next match, against Hufflepuff, we would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years. My nightmares had gotten a little less after being worn out from training.

During one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave the team some bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around!" he yelled. "That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

George really did fall off his broom at these words.

"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin."

The rest of the team landed next to George to complain, too.

"It's not my fault," said Wood. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."

Which was all very well, I thought to myself, but I had another reason for not wanting Snape near me while I was playing Quidditch...

The rest of the team hung back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but I'd grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and ran towards the common room.

"Ok, not again. Slow down!" she stated, taking her hand back from my grip.

"We have to tell Ron and Hermione."

"Yes, but we can walk to the common room. We're in no rush." she said, as she walked at a normal pace.

We found both of them playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at.

"Don't talk to me for a moment," said Ron when I sat down next to him, "I need to concen -- " He caught sight of (Y/N)'s face.

"What's the matter with you two? You look terrible."

Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, (Y/N) told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.