Devil's Child (Harry Potter x Reader Years 1-4) (ON HOLD)

~First Quidditch Game~

Y/n's pov

Dangling from the broom was Harry holding on but just barely. I couldn't take the pressure. I scanned the stands and saw Qurriel muttering something. He's jinxing the broom. That was the plan. Quite stupid if you ask me. I raced the stands but I was knocked over by a familiar bushy haired girl. "Hermione what are you doing?" "Snape is jinxing Harry's broom! What do you expect me to do? Watch as Harry plummets to his death?" But we were too late. Harry fell from the broom and blacked out. I saw his eyes open again. I smiled thinking he survived the fall then immediately started sobbing when he didn't blink and he just lay there motionless. "Y/n are you ok? Y/n?"

My eyes fluttered open and I was covered in cold sweat. "Y/n are you ok? You were mumbling in your sleep. Something about Harry being dead," Hermione asked, concern lacing her voice. "I'm just glad it was a dream. Do you think it'll really happen?" "I don't know Mione. It all felt so...real," I replied. I had just told her about my terrible dream. We were waiting for the boys to come down to the common room but they weren't coming. "I'm gonna wake them up," I said standing up. I teleport to their dorms and scream, "RONALD WEASLEY!! HARRY POTTER!! GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OUT OF BED!" That woke them up. "What the bloody hell was that for?" Ron look angry and groggy all at once. "It's time to wake up. You don't want to be late to your first match do you Harry?" I asked very rhetorically. He nods and gets dressed.

After about 10 minutes Harry and Ron emerged from their dorms. Harry was literally dragging Ron to the Great Hall for breakfast. Once the smell of food drifted into the air Ron was running up to the table and piling food on his plate. I just shook my head in disbelief and Harry laughed. Hermione seemed unfazed by this. I sat down next to Harry and across from Hermione. Ron sat across from Harry. I started putting some sausage, bacon, eggs, and pancakes on my plate.

"Eat some toast mate," Ron encouraged looking at Harry's untouched food. "Ron he's not gonna eat something with your drool all over it," I teased. Harry laughed slightly but went back to picking at his toast. "Ron's right. You're going to need your strength for today," Hermione agrees. "Well, it's hardly anytime Ron and Hermione agree, so that means you have to eat," I nudge him really wanting him to at least eat a strawberry. "I'm not hungry," Harry assures. "I didn't want to have to do this, but," I picked up a strawberry with a fork. "Desperate times comes desperate measures. Here comes the airplane," I say in a baby voice. "Fine, fine. I'll eat. But please, never do that again," Harry looked at me with his beautiful emerald eyes. I smiled and nodded.

"Good luck today Potter. But now that you've proven yourself against a troll a game of quidditch shouldn't be a problem. Even if it is against Slytherin," rang Snape's monotone voice. I rolled my eyes. "How intimidating," I snap back. Snape just turned his head and limped off. Limped? "That explains the blood," Harry said after Snape was out of earshot. "Blood? What blood?" Hermione asked concerned. "I bet that Snape was the one who let the troll into the dungeon last night as a diversion to get past Fluffy. But Fluffy almost bit his leg off. That's why he's limping," Harry explained his theory. "I doubt it. I'm gonna bet it was Qurriel. He's way too innocent for his own good. Plus, his stuttering accent is so fake. How much you want to bet?" I replied. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at me like I was stupid. "I'm just betting. Harry started it." I pointed at Harry who shrugged. "Fine. 30 galleons," Harry proposed. "I don't have that money," Ron said and he looked at Hermione who agreed with him again. Two times in one day. That must be a record. "I doubt we'll need to pay at all but, if y/n's right, I'll pay," Harry said. I smiled and we shook hands.

Once we let go there was a loud screech from an owl. A snowy owl. Harry's owl. "Bit early for mail isn't it?" Hermione looked up surprised. Harry shrugs and looks at the package. It had a note on top but Harry snatched it before I could read it. I peer over his shoulder and looked down at the parchment. This is a Nimbus 2000, but don't open it until you get to the quidditch pitch. I don't want everyone to know you have one or everyone else will want one too. "A Nimbus 2000! I've never touched one of those before. Who got it for you?" Ron praised the broom like there was no tomorrow. I looked up at the staff table and saw Professor Mcgonagall petting Hedwig and smiling at Harry. Wow.

We raced to the quidditch pitch excited for a great game. We left Harry at the quidditch changing rooms. I took a slight detour away from Hermione and Ron to get some fresh air. I had a terrible feeling about this game. After a moment to myself decided I should find Hermione and Ron. Right before I decided to teleport a hand grabbed me and pulled me into a broom closet. Malfoy. Of course. "Alright there m'lady," he said trying to sound sweet. "Ugh. Get your hand off me. You remind me of Harry's pig cousin Dudley," I retorted. "Playing hard to get huh? Maybe this'll change your mind," he leaned in to kiss me. I was pinned against the wall and couldn't move. I teleported just in time. "He tried to KISS you?" Hermione practically screamed at me. "Yes! We're 11 for crying out loud! It was extremely uncomfortable," I responded a lot quieter than Hermione. 

"Welcome to the first quidditch game of the season. Gryffindor vs Slytherin!" announced Lee Jordan the quidditch commentator. Madame Hooch was saying something to the quidditch captains as Wood was shaking Flint's hand. Flint looked like he was trying to crush his fingers. "Madam Hooch releases the bludgers and the golden snitch," Lee shouted, "Remember the golden snitch is worth 150 points. Whoever catches the snitch wins the game!" Madam Hooch threw the quaffle in the air. "The quaffle is released. Angelina Johnson catches the quaffle and shoots. She scores! 10 points to Gryffindor!" hollered Lee. "Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, takes the quaffle and shoots. Blocked by Gryffindor keeper, Oliver Wood!" Everyone is cheering and jumping up and down. I'm sitting stills, watching Harry intensely. "Alicia Spinnet passes the quaffle to Katie Bell who shoots. And scores! 10 points to Gryffindor! Marcus Flint possesses the quaffle and shoots. Once again blocked by Oliver Wood!" It looked like Flint had enough because he took the bat of one of the beaters and hit it right at Wood. It hit him and he fell off his broom right into the sandpit below him. 

The Slytherins took this to their advantage and started continuously shooting through the hoops with ease. Lee was saying something but my eyes were glued to Harry who was out of control of his broom. This is just like my dream. I scanned the stands and saw Qurriel and sure enough he wasn't blinking. I sprinted to his stands. "Incendio," I recited and I set him on fire. In the corner of my eye I saw Hermione doing the same except to Snape. He was doing the counter-curse obviously. 

Me and Hermione ran out from behind the stands to see Harry about to throw up. There was a golden glint in his hands. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch!" Lee triumphed. "Gryffindor wins!" announced Madam Hooch. I ran to the quidditch pitch and hugged him as tight as I possibly could but letting him breathe. He hugged back just as tight.

Me, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Hagrid were walking discussing Harry's broom mishap. "Yer not still on abou' Snape are yeh?" Hagrid rhetorically questioned us. "I'm not. They are. It's Qurriel behind it all. I just know it!" I argued. "Yeh can't just blame people cuz yeh don't like 'em. They're professors they wouldn't do tha'" Hagrid argued back. I rolled my eyes and we kept walking. "But they would. Snape tried to get past that 3 headed dog on Halloween. He let that troll in," Harry continued. "Who told yeh abou' Fluffy?" Hagrid asked. "That thing has a name?" Ron asked a little surprised. "Of course he's got a name. He's mine!" Hagrid said defensively. "Well, whatever Fluffy's guarding Snape is-" I cut Harry off, "-Or Quirrel." "Or Quirrel is trying to get," Harry corrected. "Look yeh 4 are meddlin' with things that aren't meant to be meddled wit'," Hagrid continued. "Wha' Fluffy's guardin' is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel. I should not o' said tha', I should not o' said tha'." "Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry and Ron looked at me and Hermione. "Finally something you two don't know," Ron joked. I rolled my eyes. At least my brain isn't the size of a peanut. And if you say anything insulting about Hermione or me, you will be paying a visit with my grandfather, I threatened in his head and glared. His smirk faded into a terrified whimper. He nodded. 

"Y/n? What'd you say to him?" Hermione asked when we were in the dorms. "I told him if he ever insulted you or me he'd be paying a visit to my grandfather," I said smirking. "But your grandfather is-" she cut herself off. "Oh." Her eyes widened. She broke into a fit of giggles.