As Madam Hooch called the two captains to the center of the field, Harry's attention snapped back to earth.
"Captains shake hands," She commanded, keeping her tone even. Harry took Draco's hand rather harder that necessary, giving it one hostile shake. He met his eyes, shooting him a fiery glare that would melt glass. He let go rather quickly, grabbing his Firebolt and walking to the Gryffindor side if the field.
"On your brooms!" Madam Hooch called loudly, and both teams mounted their brooms. The tension in the air was unbelievable, and he knew it was radiating towards the crowd because many of the onlookers were leaning forward eagerly.
"Begin!" Madam Hooch called and ducked away from the match, heading towards the edge of the field. The bludgers shot up into the air like rockets. There was a whooshing noise, as he took off from the ground, only vaguely aware of the players that were whizzing by on their broomsticks. His eyes were trained solely on finding the snitch.
"Oh, That had to hurt! Points from Slytherin!" Harry heard Madam Hooch call, and turned on his broom just in time to see a Gryffindor player hit the dirt hard bellow. A quaffle whizzed by Harry's ear, and he instinctively shot up higher in the air only barely missing the players that followed.
That was really close. I really need to watch it, Harry thought to himself as he narrowed. His eyes and began to search the field for the snitch. He was forced to grip his broom tighter as the crowd's faces began to blur and he felt a bit woozy. He forced himself to calm down and he rotated slowly on his broom. He ignored the bludger that passed so close that it touched the tip of his feet.
Where are the beaters? He thought irritably until his eyes caught sight of a shimmer of gold. Surely enough, the snitch was hovering right beside the Slytherin keeper and the guy was, obviously, none the wiser. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry shot towards the goal in a sudden moment of stamina.
Everything by him went by in streaks of color. He was aware of nothing but his prize that was only a little ways away. The snitch turned seconds before he got to it, and Harry barely avoided crashing into the keeper when he turned to follow it. He knew Malfoy had seen him by now, but he didn't know why he hadn't come after him yet. It was only a little bit farther.
"DOWN!" Harry heard Fred shout, but it was too later. The bludger hit his broomstick in the back and propelled it forward with a spurt of speed; giving Harry the momentum he needed to catch the snitch and more.
He felt relief as he grasped it firmly in his hands, but his broom collided with the edge of another broom and the world went spinning upside down and sideways. He didn't know how he managed to hold on to his broomstick without falling, but he was glad he did when he came to a stop. It was a long way down.
Malfoy was quite a distance away, but Harry could tell from his broom that he had been the one that Harry had run into. I guess he had come after the snitch after all, Harry thought to himself and let out a shaky sigh. He heard a roar of cheers from the crowd, and he looked up at the faces of his friends and fellow students. That was when he saw Lucius.
His lips were moving. He looked like he was mumbling something under his breath, so that no one else would hear him. Harry's eyebrows knitted in confusion. He couldn't tell was Lucius was saying, but he knew from the twisted smile on his face that it wasn't good. Harry's scar began to burn with a type of liquid fire, rushing through his veins. He began to clutch at his forehead violently and the world began to swim from his vision before completely fading away.
What the...? Draco began thinking to himself as Harry began to sway on his broom. His thoughts trailed off and his instincts kicked in as Harry fell entirely off of his broom and began plummeting downwards. His blood pumped through his veins with an adrenalin rush like he had never felt before. He shot forward, his eyes on the falling figure of Harry.
Draco barely caught Harry's unconscious figure before he hit the ground, and Madam Pomfrey was already rushing out onto the field. He was immediately shooed away from Harry, ordered to keep his distance. Hermione and Ginny had already landed their brooms and were running over, and Ron had been on Madam Pomfrey's heels. They were rapidly forming a small circle around the injured boy, and Draco stood away from them all. Why didn't I let him fall? Draco wondered silently.
The strangest thing was, He wished that he was the one up there watching over him, rather than his silly little friends.
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AN: This is being posted on the Harry Potter Realm. And I've been coding it, but I can't figure out how to do Ittalics and things on FF.Net. Care to help me on that?
"Captains shake hands," She commanded, keeping her tone even. Harry took Draco's hand rather harder that necessary, giving it one hostile shake. He met his eyes, shooting him a fiery glare that would melt glass. He let go rather quickly, grabbing his Firebolt and walking to the Gryffindor side if the field.
"On your brooms!" Madam Hooch called loudly, and both teams mounted their brooms. The tension in the air was unbelievable, and he knew it was radiating towards the crowd because many of the onlookers were leaning forward eagerly.
"Begin!" Madam Hooch called and ducked away from the match, heading towards the edge of the field. The bludgers shot up into the air like rockets. There was a whooshing noise, as he took off from the ground, only vaguely aware of the players that were whizzing by on their broomsticks. His eyes were trained solely on finding the snitch.
"Oh, That had to hurt! Points from Slytherin!" Harry heard Madam Hooch call, and turned on his broom just in time to see a Gryffindor player hit the dirt hard bellow. A quaffle whizzed by Harry's ear, and he instinctively shot up higher in the air only barely missing the players that followed.
That was really close. I really need to watch it, Harry thought to himself as he narrowed. His eyes and began to search the field for the snitch. He was forced to grip his broom tighter as the crowd's faces began to blur and he felt a bit woozy. He forced himself to calm down and he rotated slowly on his broom. He ignored the bludger that passed so close that it touched the tip of his feet.
Where are the beaters? He thought irritably until his eyes caught sight of a shimmer of gold. Surely enough, the snitch was hovering right beside the Slytherin keeper and the guy was, obviously, none the wiser. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry shot towards the goal in a sudden moment of stamina.
Everything by him went by in streaks of color. He was aware of nothing but his prize that was only a little ways away. The snitch turned seconds before he got to it, and Harry barely avoided crashing into the keeper when he turned to follow it. He knew Malfoy had seen him by now, but he didn't know why he hadn't come after him yet. It was only a little bit farther.
"DOWN!" Harry heard Fred shout, but it was too later. The bludger hit his broomstick in the back and propelled it forward with a spurt of speed; giving Harry the momentum he needed to catch the snitch and more.
He felt relief as he grasped it firmly in his hands, but his broom collided with the edge of another broom and the world went spinning upside down and sideways. He didn't know how he managed to hold on to his broomstick without falling, but he was glad he did when he came to a stop. It was a long way down.
Malfoy was quite a distance away, but Harry could tell from his broom that he had been the one that Harry had run into. I guess he had come after the snitch after all, Harry thought to himself and let out a shaky sigh. He heard a roar of cheers from the crowd, and he looked up at the faces of his friends and fellow students. That was when he saw Lucius.
His lips were moving. He looked like he was mumbling something under his breath, so that no one else would hear him. Harry's eyebrows knitted in confusion. He couldn't tell was Lucius was saying, but he knew from the twisted smile on his face that it wasn't good. Harry's scar began to burn with a type of liquid fire, rushing through his veins. He began to clutch at his forehead violently and the world began to swim from his vision before completely fading away.
What the...? Draco began thinking to himself as Harry began to sway on his broom. His thoughts trailed off and his instincts kicked in as Harry fell entirely off of his broom and began plummeting downwards. His blood pumped through his veins with an adrenalin rush like he had never felt before. He shot forward, his eyes on the falling figure of Harry.
Draco barely caught Harry's unconscious figure before he hit the ground, and Madam Pomfrey was already rushing out onto the field. He was immediately shooed away from Harry, ordered to keep his distance. Hermione and Ginny had already landed their brooms and were running over, and Ron had been on Madam Pomfrey's heels. They were rapidly forming a small circle around the injured boy, and Draco stood away from them all. Why didn't I let him fall? Draco wondered silently.
The strangest thing was, He wished that he was the one up there watching over him, rather than his silly little friends.
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AN: This is being posted on the Harry Potter Realm. And I've been coding it, but I can't figure out how to do Ittalics and things on FF.Net. Care to help me on that?