Dreams Might Just Come True
by Night Hawk
"Herm! Come on! Harry's got a Quidditch match! We've gotta be there to support him! It's against Slytherin!" yelled Ron from the stairway.
Hermione blinked. I must have dozed off, she thought. "I'll be right there," replied Hermione. She hurriedly closed her books, shoved on a cloak, and ran downstairs. Ron was already out of the dorms.
"Wait up!" yelled Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes and slowed down to a walk. "It starts in five minutes! Hurry!"
Hermione caught up with Ron and together, the two friends ran down to the Great Hall. They went out the front door and down the steps. They ran the whole way to the Quidditch field.
Harry was already flying around, warming up for the big first match. Ron and Hermione got seats on the Gryffindor stands and waved to Harry. He saw them and waved back.
"I just know they'll win!" exclaimed Hermione with an ecstatic grin. More people were arriving from all four houses.
"The match will start any second!" exclaimed Ron. "GO HARRY!" he cheered.
The two teams were on the ground, broom in hand, facing eachother. Madam Hooch was telling the players the rules, as if they didn't know. Suddenly, everyone mounted. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and they were off.
"GO HARRY!" Hermione and Ron simultaneously cheered. Other Gryffindors were rooting for different players.
Only a few seconds into the game, Harry sighted a glint. He darted after it, narrowly missing the sidelines. Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker, noticed Harry diving to and fro, and obviously went after the Snitch himself.
I'll knock Harry off his broom, thought Malfoy. He zoomed across the field on his Firebolt 2. Harry was reaching out for the Snitch, plainly in view. Malfoy dove sharp with determination and crashed right into Harry. I hope this works, thought Malfoy. Potter can't win! Head hit broom and broom thwacked back as the two fifteen-year-olds landed in a heap.
A whistle was blown and Madam Pomphrey rushed out onto the field. She kneeled next to Harry and Malfoy. She inspected the two unconscious bodies, checking for broken bones. Blood was gushing out of the spot where Malfoy's broom hit Harry on the back, and Malfoy had a huge bump on his head. Madam Pomphrey levitated them to the Hospital wing.
"This game is postponed until further notice," exclaimed Madam Hooch.
Hermione was frantic as was Ron. "Harry! Oh no, I hope he isn't too badly injured! That Malfoy will do anything, anything to win. That was an illegal move!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Malfoy could've killed Harry! That no good bloody backstabbing--"
"RON! Enough. Let's go check on Harry!"
Ron grimaced. "Harry! Oh no! What if he's seriously hurt?! He won't be able to play for Gryffindor, and we'll lose, and Slytherin will get the House Cup, and--"
Hermione slapped him on the cheek. "Let's go!"
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[an hour later]
Harry lay in a white bed. Suddenly, his eyes flickered opened, and there was a searing pain in his lower left back. His pupils widened and he wanted to scream, but he didn't want to whoever was laying next to him. He looked over at the bed. A head of silver hair was emerging from under the covers, staring back at him.
"Malfoy? Is that you?"
"Wha-what? Who is M-Malfoy?" replied the figure in a frightened, insecure voice. "Who are you?"
Suddenly, images flooded through Harry's head. "Why the bloody Hell did you crash into me like that?! We both could've been killed!!"
"I-I didn't..." replied the figure. "I d-don't remember anything... Please, help me! Where am I? Who are you?"
Harry cocked his head. The figure was definetly Malfoy, but this person wasn't. The cold, sarcastic, mocking voice wasn't there. Suddenly, Harry realized something. Malfoy must have a concussion from the head-on collision!
"Er... My name is Harry Potter. And you are Draco Malfoy. During a Quidditch game, you crashed into me." Harry faltered. He suddenly remembered his back. A heavy grimace set upon his face.
"H-Harry... what's w-wrong?"
"My back! It hurts!" Harry replied. He tried to sit up, but it hurt even more.
Malfoy looked sympathetic. Malfoy- The Draco Malfoy, looked sympathetic. Harry now knew that there was something wrong.
Suddenly, the door opened. Madam Pomphrey walked in and announced that they had visitors. "Five minutes only, Weasley. Five minutes, Granger." She left.
Hermione rushed to Harry's side. "Are you alright? Can you speak? Are you in pain?! Harry!"
"I'm fine," replied Harry. "Well, not exactly fine. My back is burning, but that's about it. And I feel a little drowsy."
Hermione kissed him on the cheek. "I was so worried!"
Ron came over to Harry's bedside. "Hey," he said. He held forth a package. "We brought you some sweets. And Hagrid said to give you these." Ron pulled out a smaller package from his pocket. "His recipe- good ol' treacle tarts," he said with a smile. "Enjoy."
The friends shared a few moments of silence, and that was broken by a call from the door. "Time's up," said Madam Pomphrey. "Harry needs his sleep."
Hermione whispered a good-bye, as did Ron. They smiled and left.
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Did you like it?! Hope so! It is my first serious HP fic. Please review!
NightHawk
by Night Hawk
"Herm! Come on! Harry's got a Quidditch match! We've gotta be there to support him! It's against Slytherin!" yelled Ron from the stairway.
Hermione blinked. I must have dozed off, she thought. "I'll be right there," replied Hermione. She hurriedly closed her books, shoved on a cloak, and ran downstairs. Ron was already out of the dorms.
"Wait up!" yelled Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes and slowed down to a walk. "It starts in five minutes! Hurry!"
Hermione caught up with Ron and together, the two friends ran down to the Great Hall. They went out the front door and down the steps. They ran the whole way to the Quidditch field.
Harry was already flying around, warming up for the big first match. Ron and Hermione got seats on the Gryffindor stands and waved to Harry. He saw them and waved back.
"I just know they'll win!" exclaimed Hermione with an ecstatic grin. More people were arriving from all four houses.
"The match will start any second!" exclaimed Ron. "GO HARRY!" he cheered.
The two teams were on the ground, broom in hand, facing eachother. Madam Hooch was telling the players the rules, as if they didn't know. Suddenly, everyone mounted. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and they were off.
"GO HARRY!" Hermione and Ron simultaneously cheered. Other Gryffindors were rooting for different players.
Only a few seconds into the game, Harry sighted a glint. He darted after it, narrowly missing the sidelines. Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker, noticed Harry diving to and fro, and obviously went after the Snitch himself.
I'll knock Harry off his broom, thought Malfoy. He zoomed across the field on his Firebolt 2. Harry was reaching out for the Snitch, plainly in view. Malfoy dove sharp with determination and crashed right into Harry. I hope this works, thought Malfoy. Potter can't win! Head hit broom and broom thwacked back as the two fifteen-year-olds landed in a heap.
A whistle was blown and Madam Pomphrey rushed out onto the field. She kneeled next to Harry and Malfoy. She inspected the two unconscious bodies, checking for broken bones. Blood was gushing out of the spot where Malfoy's broom hit Harry on the back, and Malfoy had a huge bump on his head. Madam Pomphrey levitated them to the Hospital wing.
"This game is postponed until further notice," exclaimed Madam Hooch.
Hermione was frantic as was Ron. "Harry! Oh no, I hope he isn't too badly injured! That Malfoy will do anything, anything to win. That was an illegal move!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Malfoy could've killed Harry! That no good bloody backstabbing--"
"RON! Enough. Let's go check on Harry!"
Ron grimaced. "Harry! Oh no! What if he's seriously hurt?! He won't be able to play for Gryffindor, and we'll lose, and Slytherin will get the House Cup, and--"
Hermione slapped him on the cheek. "Let's go!"
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[an hour later]
Harry lay in a white bed. Suddenly, his eyes flickered opened, and there was a searing pain in his lower left back. His pupils widened and he wanted to scream, but he didn't want to whoever was laying next to him. He looked over at the bed. A head of silver hair was emerging from under the covers, staring back at him.
"Malfoy? Is that you?"
"Wha-what? Who is M-Malfoy?" replied the figure in a frightened, insecure voice. "Who are you?"
Suddenly, images flooded through Harry's head. "Why the bloody Hell did you crash into me like that?! We both could've been killed!!"
"I-I didn't..." replied the figure. "I d-don't remember anything... Please, help me! Where am I? Who are you?"
Harry cocked his head. The figure was definetly Malfoy, but this person wasn't. The cold, sarcastic, mocking voice wasn't there. Suddenly, Harry realized something. Malfoy must have a concussion from the head-on collision!
"Er... My name is Harry Potter. And you are Draco Malfoy. During a Quidditch game, you crashed into me." Harry faltered. He suddenly remembered his back. A heavy grimace set upon his face.
"H-Harry... what's w-wrong?"
"My back! It hurts!" Harry replied. He tried to sit up, but it hurt even more.
Malfoy looked sympathetic. Malfoy- The Draco Malfoy, looked sympathetic. Harry now knew that there was something wrong.
Suddenly, the door opened. Madam Pomphrey walked in and announced that they had visitors. "Five minutes only, Weasley. Five minutes, Granger." She left.
Hermione rushed to Harry's side. "Are you alright? Can you speak? Are you in pain?! Harry!"
"I'm fine," replied Harry. "Well, not exactly fine. My back is burning, but that's about it. And I feel a little drowsy."
Hermione kissed him on the cheek. "I was so worried!"
Ron came over to Harry's bedside. "Hey," he said. He held forth a package. "We brought you some sweets. And Hagrid said to give you these." Ron pulled out a smaller package from his pocket. "His recipe- good ol' treacle tarts," he said with a smile. "Enjoy."
The friends shared a few moments of silence, and that was broken by a call from the door. "Time's up," said Madam Pomphrey. "Harry needs his sleep."
Hermione whispered a good-bye, as did Ron. They smiled and left.
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Did you like it?! Hope so! It is my first serious HP fic. Please review!
NightHawk