The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

4: The Death Eaters' Hunt

Y/N had watched Quidditch matches before, but not like this. It was Quidditch as he had never seen it played before. So fast were the players and so sudden were the goals that Y/N could not keep his Omnioculars off his face. The Chasers were passing each other the Quaffle so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names as he commentated.

Every time a Bludger would smash into one of the players, Ellie covered her eyes frantically.

Ireland, as Y/N quickly noticed, were the far superior team. Twenty-five minutes into the game, Ireland were leading by one hundred and thirty points to ten. And the game was starting to get dirtier.

As Mullet shot towards the goalposts yet again, clutching the Quaffle tightly under her arm, the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, flew out to meet her. Whatever happened was over so quickly Y/N didn't catch it, but a scream of rage from the Irish crowd, and Mostafa the referee's long, shrill whistle blast, told him it had been a foul. Ireland were awarded a penalty.

The leprechauns, who had risen angrily into the air like a swarm of glittering hornets whn Mullet had been fouled, now darted together to form the words 'HA HA HA'. The Veela on the other side of the pitch leapt to their feet, tossed their hair angrily and started to dance again.

As one, the Weasley boys and Harry stuffed their fingers in their ears. Y/N was about to follow suit, but before he even had the chance to, he found his ears being blocked by Ellie, who had thrown her hands over them, blocking out all sound. Hermione, still not thoroughly convinced, threw her own hands over Y/N's eyes, too.

Play now reached a level of ferocity beyond anything they had seen yet. The Beaters on both sides were acting without mercy: Volkov and Vulchanov in particular seemed not to care whether their clubs made contact with Bludger or human, as they swung them violently through the air. Dimitrov shot straight at Morgan, who had the Quaffle, nearly knocking her off her broom.

"Foul!" roared the Irish supporters as one, all standing up in a great wave of green.

The leprechauns had risen into the air again and, this time, they formed a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign indeed across the pitch towards the Veela. It was now Y/N's turn to cover Ellie's eyes. At this, the Veela lost control. They launched themselves across the pitch, and began throwing handfuls of fire at the leprechauns. Watching through his Omnioculars, Y/N saw the transformation as the Veela's beautiful faces began to elongate into sharp, cruel bird beaks, and long, scaly wings burst from their shoulders -

"And that, boys," yelled Mr Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, "is why you should never go for looks alone!"

A little further into the match, Krum was hit heavily in the nose by a Bludger shot by Quigley. Linch, the Irish Seeker, saw his chance and took it, plunging himself into a dive.

"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He's seen it! Look at him go!"

Half the crowd seemed to realise what was happening, the Irish supporters rose in a great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on... but Krum was on his tail. How could he see where he was going, Y/N had no idea; there were flecks of blood flying through the air behind him, but he was drawing level with Lynch now, as the pair of them hurtled towards the ground again -

"They're going to crash!" shrieked Hermione and Ellie in unison.

"They're not!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.

And he was right - Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force, and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry Veela.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Charlie along the row.