What if Quirrell had successfully knocked Harry off his broom?
Harry was now clinging onto his broom with his fingertips. He felt the cold wind nipping at them, as if someone was commanding it to do so to knock him off. The match below had grounded and both teams looked up as Harry's broom bucked and shook in mid air. Hermione ran as fast as she could to where Snape was sitting. She slowed once she reached the teachers stand and began to walk slowly, as to not attract attention. She walked slowly past Professor Quirrell and sat down behind Snape. All the teachers were too busy watching Harry, pointing and whispering feverishly as to which spell would bring him down safely. Hermione whipped out her wand and muttered 'Incendio' Snape's robes caught fire momentarily, causing complete panic in the stand. But Harry's broom kept on Bucking.
"What the heck is Hermione Playing at?" Ron muttered. He looked through the binoculars and saw that Snape was stamping on his robes. The fire was flickering further and further towards his head. All of a sudden, Ron's attention was drawn once again to Harry. Harry yelled loudly as he fell at least the height of a 10-story building. Dumbledore was too busy to help him; he was back in the castle, writing back to an urgent owl from Cornelius Fudge. Harry landed on the hard ground with a crack. A sickening crack which rang throughout the Stadium. Everyone was silent. Oliver Wood ran over to Harry, the rest of the team following. His Nimbus broom landed witch a thwack on Marcus Flint's head.
"Harry? Harry? MADAME POMFREY!" Oliver Yelled. Harry was breathing shallowly and his nose and mouth were pouring with blood. Madame Pomfrey ran over from the Sidelines and whipped out her wand.
'Levicorpus' she said tenderly as Harry's body rose and followed her up to the Hospital Wing.
Harry slowly came round 3 days later. He tried to sit up but found his body wouldn't move. He tried to yell… yet nothing came out. Hermione had been dozing next to Harry on a chair; Ron was sat looking out of the window. He noticed a movement in Harry's eyes and Ran over and nudged Hermione. She woke up with a start. They both looked at Harry.
"Sorry to have to tell you this mate," Ron said "but you… you're…"
"Oh Ron, let's get it over with. Harry, when I saw you were in trouble, we noticed Snape muttering in the Teachers stand, so I went to set his cloak alight. Well to perform a curse you have to keep Eye contact… and when I set fir to his robes his eye contact was broken… but you kept bucking… which means it wasn't Snape at all… it was someone else. I can't believe this has happened; it's all my fault! I should have looked to see if anyone else was moving their lips and staring at you… I'm the reason you're paralysed!" Hermione ran out of the Hospital wing sobbing. Harry stared at Ron, he was deliberately not meeting his gaze.
