A/N: Yay! Another chapter, and I'm surprised, not to mention happy about how many reviews this story has gotten so far, and I can't recall a single flame. Thank you so much! :D

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Tergum Vicis
Chapter 14
Crashing Down

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Quidditch. That was one thing Harry had completely forgotten about, and it was time for a match. Of course, he hadn't practiced at all, and he wasn't sure whether he was on the team or not. Draco and him had been the seekers for Gryffindor and Slytherin back in his time, and since they were both in the same house this time around, he had no idea what to expect.

Of course, he wasn't at a loss yet. Upon hearing the headmaster mentioning the first game of the season, he took right to asking Draco if he was on the team at all. The other nodded, and aid he was quite possibly the best Seeker that Slytherin had ever had. Harry was, of course, surprised, at such praise coming from Draco, as he had never gotten it before.

So, when Quidditch practice came around for the upcoming match which would be Gryffindor vs Slytherin, Harry practiced as much as he could. Draco came to everyone of his practices, amazed each time at how Harry ws able to fly so well, play the game so well despite this Harry having been muggle raised once. Harry said it was skills from his father that he inherited, but Draco thought that was only part of it.

Almost half-a-month came by before it was time for the match to start. He was nervous, he didn't like the thought of going against his old house, even if they didn't know that. Draco seemed to sense his worries, knowing that he had been in Gryffindor in his old time.

"It's gonna be alright, Harry," Draco said softly. "You'll be fine, and I'll be right in the stands, cheering you on."

Harry smiled faintly, but he wasn't eating anything much today because of a squeamish stomach. Draco noticed, but knew there was nothing he could do. There was no changing Harry's mind.

"I've never gone -against- Gryffindor before..." Harry murmured, looking down at his almost full plate. "I...don't ..."

Draco wrapped his arms around the other and gave him a small squeeze, this earning a few stares from the other tables, but Draco didn't care.

"You'll do amazingly, love, it's not like this is your first time riding a broom or anything."

Harry smiled slightly at Draco's try for humor, and hugged him back before shrugging.

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It was time. Harry's stomach was doing flip flops he was so nervous, and Draco's encouraging hadn't done much to make it feel better either. But it would be over soon, he hoped, and hopefully this match would go smoothly without an injury of some kind.

It was a surprisingly nice day for the match, a stroke of good luck on Harry's mind, he thought as he prepared to get on his broom and fly off along with the rest of his fellow team mates. Harry's only thought was his main goal: catch the snitch.

When the whistle sounded, the team took off into the air, Harry with them. Cheers erupted from the stands. He could hear the chants of "Go Go, Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!" and was curious to find out who the seeker on the Gryffindor team was.

When he did, it nearly made him fall off his broom from right where he was in the sky.

The match went on, but Harry stared at the face a few ways away from his with a stinging sort of feeling in his stomach.

It was Ron. Ron was seeker.

'Well, there's one too many shockers for you, Harry,' he thought to himself.

"Well, looks like it's brother against brother this year, huh Potter?" Ron called him, making him blink.

"What are you talk-" Ron nodded his head towards a part of the field, and Harry's eyes followed it, widening when he saw Kyle chasing after the Quaffle.

'Did Draco intentionally not tell me he was on the team?' Harry thought with narrowed eyes.

"Good luck, Potter!"

Looking back up, Harry caught no trace of bitterness or hatred in the others voice, despite him being in Slytherin. The look on Ron's face actually said that he might be actually wishing him good luck on a match, and his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps there was hope of him and Ron becoming friends in this time. Perhaps they could be the example for their houses that Slytherins weren't all too bad.

"Good luck, Weasley!"

It felt strange calling him by his last name, but he assumed the two of them weren't exactly on a first name basis with each other.

It had been almost two hours into the game, and Harry or Ron had yet to catch sight of the snitch. Harry was beginning to lose hope when he caught sight of the little golden ball not too far from him.

Taking off, and hearing the cheers from the Slytherin stand grow louder, Harry grinned, not able to help himself. His squeamish stomach was gone and replaced with the joy he felt when flying.

Reaching out his hand, he was just about to grab it when Ron brushed past him. It gave the snitch just enough time to fly off again, and made Harry curse slightly under his breath.

The two took off after the snitch, though when a yell came from near them, Harry turned to see an uncontrolled bludger headed his way. Eyes widening, he tried to move away from it but it kept following him.

Draco watched on nervously, his hands balling into fists as he saw the snitch chase after Harry. He saw the beaters try and catch it, while Harry flew away from it the best he could.

Everyone gasped, however, when it hit Harry right in the left arm, making him cry out and lose control of his broom. He slipped on it, his feet now hanging on the ground without the broom to support them.

Draco's eyes widened as he watched him, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Harry!"

What happened next, surprised everyone. Just as Harry's grip slipped and he fell from his broom, starting to plummet to the ground, catching the snitch was all but forgotten as he was caught by Ron. He landed on the others broomstick who helped steady him on it gently.

"Hey, you alright mate?" Ron asked, worried despite them being against each other in this match.

Harry winced. Well, so much for things going smoothly.

"My arm hurts... I think the bone is broken...." Harry told him, while Ron nodded and flew the broom down to the ground. Everyone immediately got up from the stands, and Harry groaned. Even in this time people made a huge fuss over him.

At least he remembered what he had done to make him so famous, this time.

He was met with his parents who had come to see the match, Draco, Professor Dumbledore, and Snape. Fred and George, who were the beaters on the Gryffindor team (Harry was surprised, and assumed that all together the Tri-wizard tournament hadn't happened, because after he won the sum of money he had given it to the twins so they could open up their joke shop.), were finally controlling the bludger that attacked Harry.

Harry's arm was in quite a bit of pain, he realized, and had a feeling it was indeed broken. He winced as Draco and Ron both helped him off Ron's broom and helped him stand as well.

"....Thanks," Harry said as he looked up towards Ron. Ron merely gave one of his grins, making Harry miss his own Ron.

"Hey, no problem mate. Happy to help."

He was unlike the Ron in his time, who wouldn't help a Slytherin at all, though might if it came to a matter of life or death. He wondered what had changed Ron's attitude towards them, but didn't ask.

"Harry!" He was met with the worried eyes of his mother, and looked into a pair of matching emerald.

"I'm fine, mum," Harry winced as he moved slightly.

"Boys, take him to the Infirmary," Professor Snape said as he glanced at Harry. "Poppy already knows, so she'll be all ready to help."

Both of them nodded and helped Harry walk to the Infirmary, though Harry insisted he could walk on his own, it wasn't his leg that broke. But he wasn't in the position to argue.

Draco was warned beforehand about Harry's very bad luck Quidditch matches, but didn't think the injuries would have been as severe as a broken arm. Harry hadn't quite filled him in on all of them, just that they were nasty.

Whether he was the Boy-Who-Lived or the Boy-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who, he assumed people would always react over little things. Well, at least he thought it was a little thing. Harry had indeed gone through worse.

But, he thought, at least he had people who cared for him.

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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! I had a hard time writing the match, as I knew what was going to happen but it was difficult to write. I hope it turned out well.