It is fifteen minutes into Harry's first game post-possession – because that is what he is terming it for now. Naruto is oddly silent, but Harry can feel him brushing against the back of his thoughts. Naruto combs through and separates Harry's memories of the game as Harry dodges bludgers and the occasional outstretched arm or runaway beater.

"That is..."

Harry ignores him-

"SO COOL."

-and then almost collides with the side of the stadium. He manages to turn his broomstick at the last second and goes roaring up into the sky, higher and higher.

"Hey, hey, we should-"

"Shut up," Harry says, his voice a low hiss despite the cloud cover. "Leave me alone."

"Geez, you don't have to get so – look out!"

Harry rolls his broom to the left, just barely managing to dodge the rogue bludger. He goes into a dive while keeping an eye out for both it and the snitch. Harry stops when the players become more than just colored dots zipping around below. He hovers and strains his eyes.

"It's over there," the excited voice in his head pronounces. Harry almost feels him pointing down and to the left but by the time his eyes dart over it's already too late.

"I said to leave me alone, Naruto." Harry glides along and cranes his neck searching for that tell-tale flash of gold. "Do you want us to lose?"

Now Naruto is pouting. Their connection, or whatever, seems to be binding them closer over time. It scares the hell out of Harry, but even Dumbledore doesn't know how to fix it yet. He and his invisible companion both know they have to live with it for now. Harry's only comfort comes from the fact that Naruto really, genuinely doesn't like it either. Plus, thankfully, they are too close for lies and half-truths. It would be unbearable if the voice in his skull turned out to be some creep or, worse, Voldemort. Naruto is a pretty okay person, as far as invisible interlopers go. Of course, this is all besides the fact that he doesn't know when to leave Harry alone.

"Hey-"

"Shut up!"

"I'm trying to tell you-"

"Naruto..."

"I'm telling you, it's right over there."

Harry sees it this time. The world becomes a blur as he goes dashing after that small speck of gold. A second later and Harry is raising the magical ball high in his gloved hand. The cheer both inside and outside of his head is deafening.