I've saved the quidditch scene to edit later and finally got around to it today, but I had to stop to go to a zoom class, so the writing will change drastically halfway through, just a heads up. I'll put a little ~ to indicate when the change is coming (the ~'s name is Marry, someone's already named her)

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It was the morning of the first Quidditch game of the season, and (Y/N) and Ron could hardly wait. The first match was Gryffindor against Slytherin, which meant they would have something to root for, and their best friend would be in the game! Ron piled his plate high with breakfast and began wolfing it down, and even (Y/N) had a hearty fill. However, Harry was not as excited, and his plate was left virtually untouched.

"Take a bit of toast, mate." Tried Ron. "Go on."

"You can't play on an empty stomach." (Y/N) took a sip from her chalice.

"(Y/N) and Ron are right," Said Hermione. She'd been spending much more time with them since the troll incident; there was just something about near death experiences that created unbreakable bonds. (Y/N) didn't mind at all, she found Hermione was a lot more enjoyable once she got to know her. "You're going to need your strength today."

"I'm not hungry," Harry insisted, giving each of them a look that told them to leave him alone.

"Good luck today, Potter." Professor Snape had approached their table. His hair was still unbelievably greasy, and (Y/N) found herself wondering if there was a potion that would fix that for him. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you... Even if it is against Slytherin."

His eyes fell on (Y/N) at the mention of the house. His gaze was like ice on a cold winter's day. It took a lot for (Y/N) not to break away from his stare. He seemed to be examining her for something that set her off from the rest. Having had enough, Snape looked away and limped off.

"What a git," She murmured, watching him retreat.

"That explains the blood." Harry said, his eyes following Snape as he moved.

"Blood?" Questioned Hermoine.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping." He said confidently.

"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Asked Hermione.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business," Harry looked at (Y/N), like he was checking to make sure she was paying attention. "Very secret."

Hermione shook her head. "So you're saying..."

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants."

An owl screeched loudly as she flew into the Great Hall, she made a point to make sure everyone knew she'd arrived. She was carrying a very long parcel in between her talons.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?"

"Harry, isn't that your owl?" (Y/N) asked. She'd met Hedwig one afternoon at lunch when she pecked at her bread. They hadn't exactly gotten off on the right foot.

Hedwig dropped the parcel in Harry's hands and flew off.

"But I-I never get mail." Harry looked across the table at (Y/N) incredulously, and for some reason, she felt inclined to send him mail herself so he might be that excited every day.

"Let's open it!" Said Ron.

The four worked together to unwrap Harry's new item, excitedly anticipating what would reveal itself under the paper. When all of the paper was off, (Y/N) took one look at what he received, and immediately reached for the paper once more to see who sent it.

"It's a broomstick!" Exclaimed Harry.

"That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron's eyes sparkled as he looked at the broom.

"Who do you know that would send you a Nimbus 2000?" (Y/N) exclaimed, turning the paper over wildly. There was no sender on the package.

Harry looked over to where Hedwig hurried away to and (Y/N) followed his gaze to the head table. McGonagall sat stroking Hedwig's feathers, sending the kindest smile (Y/N) had ever seen from her Harry's way.

"Harry," (Y/N) said, her gaze trailing down to the Nimbus 2000 before her. "What kind of grade do you have in Transfiguration?"

The rest of Harry's breakfast finished up quickly. He and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team had to leave early to make sure they were ready for the game, as per Oliver Wood's request. Before he left, Harry gave (Y/N) his scarf – he'd brought it to breakfast out of habit and she'd forgotten her's in the dormitory, so it worked out rather nicely for the both of them.

A few minutes later, bundled up in her robes and Harry's Gryffindor scarf, (Y/N) arrived at her spot in the stands just before eleven. She and her friends had their own things to prepare for; they'd made something to surprise Harry during the match.

(Y/N) came up with the idea one afternoon when Harry was away at practice and she, Dean, and Seamus were sitting in the courtyard passing time. They hurried to tell Ron and Hermione about it right away.

Ron provided them some bed sheets that were ruined by his rat, and Dean, who was a gifted artist, (Y/N) thought, drew a large Gryffindor lion onto them. Seamus came up with a slogan, and after (Y/N) managed to paint it on, Hermione used a charm to make the paint flash different colors. All before Harry returned from practice, they'd created a banner for him that read: Potter for President.

They'd just finished setting it up so Harry could see when Hagrid came to join them in the stands. He had a pair of binoculars around his neck that looked much too small.

Soon enough, the game was beginning. Lee Jordan, an older Gryffindor boy who (Y/N) often saw around Fred and George, was doing the commentary for the match. He got to sit all the way in the teacher's box. (Y/N) was almost jealous, but then she thought about spending an entire quidditch match sitting in front of Professor Snape. She admired his potions knowledge, but it didn't make him any less mean. She doubted she'd be having any fun at all.

"Hello," Said Lee Jordan. "And welcome to Hogwarts first quidditch game of the season! Today's game: Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"

The stands erupted into cheers. Dean, who told (Y/N) he was missing sports ever since coming to school, seemed to be the loudest of everyone. (Y/N) hollered and clapped with everyone else, but she suddenly felt very nervous for Harry. She didn't doubt him, of course, not even for a moment.

She did, however, doubt the rectitude of the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, who often encouraged his team to play dirty in order to win.

"(Y/N), why do you keep bouncing?" Questioned Seamus from beside her. He had a teasing smile on his lips. "You don't have to be that excited to see Harry, you know."

Her face burned. She could of told him she was bouncing because she was cold wand wants to keep warm, or because she was growing more and more anxious as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team took their places on the pitch. Neither reason would be a lie. But instead, flustered and embarrassed, (Y/N) only managed a quick, "Shut up, Seamus,"

"Bludgers are up," Said Lee. "Followed by the Golden Snitch! Remember, the Snitch is worth one hundred and fifty points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game!"

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Madam Hooch grabbed the Quaffle and tossed it up to the players above her effortlessly. There was an immediate race for the ball.

Angelina Johnson, a Gryffindor Chaser, seized the Quaffle and zoomed across the field. Multiple Slytherin team members tried bumping into her to knock her off balance or to somehow get possession of the Quaffle. Their attempts proved to be a waste of time when Angelina scored.

(Y/N) jumped in glee, clapping her hands while Ron cheered beside her.

"Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

"Well done!" Yelled Hagrid, a rather large man (Y/N) only just met before the game.

"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."

(Y/N) watched in awe as Flint weaved through the players. When he got close enough, he threw the Quaffle towards the hoops. Oliver Wood flew upwards and hit it in the other direction just before it flew through.

Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell now had the Quaffle. They were passing it back in forth as they neared the goalposts. It was clear the two had a strategy to score. Angelina took the Quaffle and threw it, and scored once more!

"She's brilliant!" (Y/N) cheered.

"Another ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee said, filled with excitement.

"Yay!" Hermione exclaimed with a big smile.

(Y/N) watched the Slytherin team forcefully elbow other players out of the way as they tried to get their ten points. One of them threw the Quaffle, but Oliver blocked it again and threw it back out.

It was obvious then that the Slytherins had enough. Flint grabbed a bat from one of the Beaters and whacked a Bludger straight towards Oliver. It hit him in the stomach with so much force that Oliver himself flew through the hoops and was knocked off his broom. He fell to ground, much to the disappointment to the crowd.

"Do you think he's alright?" (Y/N) asked, peering over the side of the stands.

But none of her friends were listening. They were too busy booing at the unfair ten points Slytherin earned.

The Slytherin students couldn't have seemed to care less. They were cheering and clapping just as the Gryffindor students were minutes before.

(Y/N) hadn't even realized what was going on when she saw Angelina Johnson laying on the ground from being forced out of the air. She heard the ding signifying that another goal was scored, but as expected, it was from Slytherin's unfair antics.

(Y/N) began to worry. For the moment, Harry was okay. He was out of the game, high above all the unfair playing and perfectly out of reach from Flint in case he got any ideas. If he were to go after the Snitch, should he see it, would they try knocking him out of the sky, too?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Harry took off. (Y/N) assumed he'd laid eyes on the Snitch.

Suddenly, his broom pulled back. Luckily, he had a good enough grip on it to not fall off right then. The broom started bucking ferociously, as if it needed to get Harry off in order to live.

"What's goin' on with Harry's broomstick?" Asked Hagrid.

"It's Snape!" Hermione said, just loud enough for only Ron and (Y/N) to hear. "He's jinxing the broom!"

"Jinxing the broom?" Repeated Ron.

(Y/N) looked at Hermione in a hurry. "What do we do?"

"Leave it to me." She said, handing her binoculars over to Ron.

(Y/N) looked back to Harry, who tumbled off of the broom and was holding to it tightly. Should his fingers slip, he'd fall the great distance to the ground.

The broom gave one large shake and one of Harry's hands lost hold. (Y/N) covered her eyes and only felt brave enough to peek through her fingers once everyone stopped gasping.

"Come on, Hermione!" Ron said, his voice squeaky.

A few seconds later, just when (Y/N) was sure Harry was done for, the broom stopped jerking around. Harry pulled himself back up and immediately went after the Snitch.

"Go, Harry!" (Y/N) yelled, her hands no longer over her eyes.

"Go!"

It wasn't long before Harry caught up with the Slytherin Seeker. They were neck and neck, bumping into each other in an attempt to get the other off his back. The Snitch dived, and both of the boys followed. When they were close to the ground, the Slytherin Seeker pulled up. Harry continued down, and only pulled up when he was a few feet off the ground.

Instead of going back into the sky with the rest of the players, Harry stayed close to the ground, carefully getting to his feet and reaching out for the Snitch.

(Y/N) watched intently, her mouth slightly agape. She couldn't believe Harry was such a talented flyer.

He stepped a bit too far, tumbling off of the broomstick. Harry quickly got to his feet, holding his stomach. He lurched forward.

"Uh oh." Muttered (Y/N).

"Looks like he's gonna be sick!"

Harry lurched forward again, but this time, the Snitch popped out of his mouth and landed into his hands.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives one hundred and fifty points for catching the Snitch!"

Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "Gryffindor wins!"

(Y/N) jumped up. "Yes! Go, Harry!"

Ron was screaming with Seamus unintelligibly and the rest of the students in the Gryffindor stands cheered loudly.

Harry raised the Snitch high for all to see, and the cheers grew louder.

"Go Gryffindor! Go Gryffindor!"

(Y/N) laughed and joined in with the chanting. She'd never felt more happy in her entire life.