Ron's Regret
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This drabble was written for the drabble contest over at the triatha ron community on Livejournal. The prompt was Broomstick.
I sit in the stands next to Hermione watching as Harry steps forward into the enclosure. He's terrified, and his terror grips me like a icy hand clutching my heart.
He casts a charm to summon his Firebolt, and I can't breathe, because the last I knew Harry still couldn't perform a summoning charm. Agonizing moments go by before Harry's broomstick hurtles toward him and he's in the air, dodging the waves of fire.
The spiky dragon's tail collides with his shoulder and my heart stops beating. He's going to die! I'm an utter git and he's going to die!