"Harry Potter spotted the snitch!" Lee Jordan's voice echoed throughout the stadium, the heavy rain not quite managing to silence the boy. The crowd cheered and turned their eyes to the Gryffindor seeker who was accelerating rapidly. Harry was practically laying flat on his broom, unfazed by the rain and wind, his eyes locked onto the little ball of gold. As Harry's mad chase continued, the crowd was suddenly filled with concern.

"There are Dementors in the sky and he's flying upwards!" Hermione mumbled, panic starting to kick in. She turned to the boy who was in charge of commentating the match and grabbed his shoulder.

"What do you want Hermione?" Jordan asked, his question confusing the crowd when they all heard it.

Hermione didn't seem to notice. "Tell Harry to stop the chase, there are Dementors in the sky! He can't fly higher!" she said, her voice once again audible to everyone in the stadium. Everyone apart from Harry.

Lee Jordan eyed Harry and groaned. "Oh no," he whispered and Hermione eyed him questionably. "What's wrong?" she asked.

The boy pointed at Harry's head. "He can't hear us, Hermione, he has AirPods in," he explained and Hermione's face turned white in horror.

She practically screamed into the microphone, enraging the crowd. "Harry, stop chasing the snitch, there are Dementors in the sky!" She looked at her friend hopefully, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

"Oh no, oh God, oh no, he can't hear us, he's got AirPods in!"

Harry, oblivious to the screams of basically everyone, went even higher, still chasing the golden ball. As his hand was mere centimetres from grasping the snitch, the Dementors appeared.

Harry didn't see the snitch anymore. Instead, he only saw his mother, pleading Voldemort for mercy. He didn't hear his favourite mixtape, only his mother's screams.

And as his body grew colder, he lost feeling in his hand and lost the grip on his broom. He fell downwards, only slightly aware of what was happening. But as he fell, the Dementors' influence passed, and he noticed the rapidly approaching ground, just as his ears were once again filled with questionable lyrics of his favourite mumble rapper.

He was sure he'd die, but as always, he didn't. His fall was cushioned by the Headmaster's spell, and he bounced onto his feet without any pain. The match stopped and everyone was looking at him in silence. Hermione ran up to him and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug. He casually turned off his AirPods and the noise immediately made him wince.

Also, Hermione was screaming at him. "Harry, oh my God, are you okay?"

Harry only smiled cheekily at his bushy-haired friend. "I guess I fell for you."

A/N: This was written for the third round of The Houses Competition, year 4.

House: Gryffindor

Year: 2

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Action] Falling off a broom

Word Count: 455