Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.3
Pairing: DracoxHarry, OliverxPercy, twincest, growing RemusxSeverus,
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them
Pairings I Know of: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, Blaisexmale [Virtual cookies for the person who guesses the name,] I'm going to let Bill end up with Fleur I like them. Stalker Ginny! Partial tempting to allow Seamus and Colin *hides*
Chapter 14- First Quidditch match, is Harry cursed?
For some odd reason Gryffindor's first match was against Hufflepuff and not Slytherin…
"It's going to be a tough one," Oliver muttered, not eating.
Percy tried not to look worried that he wasn't eat, "I hope you win. I bet Penelope seven sickles we would…"
"Stop worrying, Oliver," George tried to reassure him.
Fred nodded, "We don't mind a bit of rain."
It was more than a bit of rain, it was practically a torrential downpour. Quidditch was so popular that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, everyone ran toward the Quidditch pitch, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went. just before he entered the locker room, Harry saw Nott laughing and pointing at him from under an enormous umbrella on their way to the stadium. Ron glared from his spot, he was in a corner wearing a patched cloak and getting blown about by the wind.
The team changed into their scarlet robes and waited for Oliver's usual pre-match pep talk, but he never made it. When Oliver tried to speak several times, he made an odd gulping noise, finally he shook his head hopelessly and beckoned them to follow him.
The wind was so strong that they staggered sideways as they walked out onto the field and Harry was nearly blown half way across the pitch.
You couldn't hear anything over the fresh rolls of thunder much less cheering.
Rain was splattering over Harry's glasses; how could he possibly see the Snitch in this?
The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the field, wearing canary-yellow robes. The Captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Hufflepuff's captain Diggory smiled at Oliver but Oliver now looked as though he had been cursed silent and merely nodded.
Harry saw Madam Hooch's mouth form the words, "Mount Your brooms." He pulled his right foot out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over his Nimbus Two Thousand nearly being blown over.
Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant if you were close enough to hear it, and then they were off.
Harry rose quickly, but his Nimbus was swerving terribly in the wind. He held it as tightly as he could and turned, squinting into the rain. Within five minutes, he was soaked to the skin, shaking and frozen, Harry see his teammates or any other player, let alone the tiny Snitch. He kept trying to fly but it was more like being blown about in the wind. He couldn't hear the commentary or anything else over the wind. The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas, not that they were probably much drier. Twice Harry came very close to being unseated by a Bludger; his vision was so clouded by the rain on his glasses he hadn't seen them coming.
He lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold his broom straight. The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided to come early. Twice Harry nearly hit another player, without knowing whether it was a teammate or opponent; everyone was now so wet, and the rain so thick, he could hardly tell them apart…
With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Harry could just see the outline of Oliver through the thick rain, gesturing him to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud.
"I called for time-out!" Oliver roared at his team. "Come on, under here —"
They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.
"What's the score?"
"We're ahead by fifty points," said Wood, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.
At that very moment, Draco appeared at his shoulder which Blaisé; who was holding an umbrella over them both. Draco cast a drying spell on Harry's Quidditch robes, and a warming charm. He kissed his hair yelling in his ear, "I've had an idea, Adder! Give me your glasses, quick!"
Harry handed his best friend his glasses, and as the team watched in amazement and amusement, Draco tapped them with his wand and said, "Impervius!"
"There!" he said, handing them back to Harry. "They'll repel water! Be safe up there."
Oliver looked as though he could have kissed him. "Brilliant!" he called hoarsely after Draco as he and Blaisé disappeared into the crowd. "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
Draco's spells had done the trick. Harry was still shaking in the wind, thrown about by wind and the thunder but he could see. Full of fresh determination, he tried to urghis broom through the turbulent air, staring in every direction for the Snitch, avoiding a Bludger, ducking beneath Diggory, who was streaking in the opposite direction…
There was another clap of thunder, followed immediately by forked lightning. This was getting more and more dangerous. Harry needed to get the Snitch quickly —
He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely, the silhouette of a familiar enormous shaggy black dog, Sirius, which was clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.
Harry's numb hands slipped on the broom handle and his Nimbus dropped a few feet, Sirius, he was here, Harry didn't like it. Shaking his now sodden bangs out of his eyes, he squinted back into the stands. The dog was still there.
"Harry!" came Oliver's anguished yell from the Gryffindor goal posts and . "Harry, behind you!"
Draco's voice came from the stands- or was it from inside Harry's heart, "Adder, look out…"
Harry didn't see the Bludger coming right at him, he couldn't hear Oliver's warning.
But something odd was happening, there was a large clap of thunder right of Harry's head like an explosion. The wind, picked up at the same instant…
Then between the Bludger, the Wind and the thunder, the tiny Lion who was said to defeat the Dark Lord was blow wild from his broom.
Draco screamed, "Adder!" his heart in his throat, sagging against Blaisé.
Severus shook in terror, not Harry! Why did something bad always happen at the first Quidditch match of the year?
Remus found his wand in his hand, using a charm to try to slow Harry down. The Bludger hit him so hard it knock his boyfriend's son out.
Draco's heart ripped in two watching Harry falling at the ground, he couldn't control his magic, he couldn't do anything to save the boy he loved. Harry's tiny body racing towards the ground was the last thing Draco saw as he fainted.
Blaisé caught his friend, the link between them must be growing stronger. He was surprised Draco hadn't collapsed when Harry was knocked unconscious.
The whistle blew as Diggory showed Madam Hooch the Snitch.
Blaisé carried Draco toward the pitch.
The Gryffindor team flying toward their unconscious Seeker.
Remus had to practically carry his shell-shocked lover, yelling against the wind, "Back off. Let us threw." he cast spells to check Harry's condition; the tiny boy was unconscious, he had a severe concussion, and most of his bones had shattered on impact. Remus had managed to slow him down enough to save his life. He squeezed Severus' hand, "Harry needs you. You're a healer, he need a potion to repair his shatter bones. You have one."
Severus nodded, he was sure he did. It would hurt his son, but what could he do? Growing bones bone hurt…
Remus scooped up the limp boy in his arms, carrying him towards the castle, Blaisé carried Draco with Severus and Hermione following them.
Cedric Diggory finally noticed Harry's condition, he dropped his broom and ran over, "Wood, what happened to your Seeker?"
Oliver turned sadly, "He was knocked out by a Bludger I think, the thunder probably didn't help. I shouldn't have let him fly, it was too dangerous. He's too small. Poor Harry, he's got broken bones, but he'll live."
"I want a Rematch. I thought he was right behind me."
Oliver shook his head, "You caught the snitch and won fairly. No rematch." he wandered over to Percy in shook, beating himself up. He wanted to win so badly that he put a tiny boy in danger. Harry could have died…
Cedric tried to protest.
"Forget it mate." George said loudly, he was shaken at seeing Harry bloody and unconscious again
"Yeah, Oliver won't agree." Fred echoed his brother's shared thoughts.
"You won fairly. Let it go." Katy tried to smile.