"𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗' 𝚙𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗' 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘."

𝔻𝕠 𝕀 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨? - 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤

"What do I have to be jealous of?"

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"They're really going to play in this weather?" Daphne observed Saturday morning sitting next to Tracey.

The winds were howling, and the rain was pouring down heavier than ever, but nonetheless, the Gryffindor v.s Hufflepuff game was still on. 

"It was supposed to be us," Y/N started from across the two. She then raised her voice just enough so Malfoy could hear. "BUT, Malfoy's too much of a pussy to play in a little rain."

"My arm is in complete pain, Sinclair!" Draco protested from down the table. He was sitting in-between Blaise and Theodore Nott.

"Yeah ok," Tracey said rolling her eyes. "It has nothing to do with the fact that you got beat up by a bird."

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, Davis!" Draco exclaimed. "It happened to be a very dangerous, and...big, bird!" 

"Awwww," Theo said making puppy dog eyes towards Draco.

"Do you need us to kiss it to make it feel better," Blaise said mimicking Theo. 

Y/N, Tracey, and Daphne broke into a fit of snickers

"Shut up, both of you," Draco spat. 

"No, Dracie we want to help," Theo said in a baby voice while the two held Draco's "injured" arm. 

Draco slapped away Theo and Blaise's hands while they were profusely annoying him. 

"If you two don't-"

"Don't be like that Dracie," Theo said faking offense.

"You love us," Blaise added. 

"I'd love it if you'd both bloody evaporate," Draco snarled. 

Y/N and Daphne were in a fit of laughter by now. The only two people that could make Malfoy amusing were Blaise and Theo.

"I swear they act like children," Daphne said rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Harry felt like he was going to hurl. He'd been playing with his porridge since he had been at breakfast. 

"It's going to be a tough one," Oliver said anxiously. He wasn't eating anything as he spoke. 

"Stop worrying Oliver. We don't mind a bit of rain," Angelina said. 

But the rain wasn't just "a bit". And for someone like Harry, who wears glasses, with a key purpose in the game to search for a tiny golden object, the odds were definitely not in his favor. 

Despite the rain, the entire school still loved showing up for quidditch matches. Students armed with heavy raincoats and umbrellas made their way down to the field.

Harry changed into his scarlet-colored robes and stood under a ledge that was shielding the team from the rain, as they waited for the game to start. 

Y/N walked to the stands with Daphne, and Tracey planning to sit with them but she spotted Harry crowded under a ledge and couldn't resist speaking to the Gryffindor boy. 

"I'll meet you in the stands in a minute," Y/N said to her friends. 

Tracey and Daphne smirked but nodded their heads. 

"We'll save you a seat," Daphne assured.

Y/N smiled and then walked over to the green-eyed boy

"You need to win so I can properly beat you for the Quidditch cup."  she smiled.

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night," he replied.

He looked around at the rain. How was he ever going to see through the thick loud blanket of rain that was pouring from the sky? 

A roll of thunder boomed overhead causing him to slightly flinch. 

Y/N grabbed both his hands, "Are you ok Harold?"

"How the hell am I going to be able to see through this rain?!" Harry stated frantically. 

"Let's warm-up!" Oliver called. "Everyone needs to be used to flying in this!"

Harry gave Y/N a nervous look before mounting his broom. 

As much as Harry tried he could barely make out the outline of the Hufflepuff team.

Cedric attempted to smile at Oliver but he just kept his jaw locked and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

The splattering rain kept clouding Harry's glasses and within five minutes he was soaked.

On the ground, Y/N's was surprised to see the brown-haired Hufflepuff land next to her on the right. 

"I don't think the Gryffindor team likes me very much," Cedric said looking out into the field squinting his eyes. 

"They're just determined to win, that's all," Y/N explained smirking at Harry who was giving the two a deathly glare.

"Good luck, Ced," Y/N said casually turning to Ced. 

"I think Harry's the one getting all the luck from you today," Cedric smirked.

Y/N started playing with her fingers as her cheeks started to burn.

Cedric mounted his broom and flew back up to join his team. 

Suddenly, Y/N felt a presence behind her, and she jumped as she was met with Hermione holding a cloak over her head. 

"Get Harry down!" she exclaimed. "I have an idea!"

Y/N waved her hands up towards Harry who still had his eyes glued on Cedric. 

He unsteadily flew down to the two of them, trying not to show his envy. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Excuse your tone," Hermione scolded causing Y/N to snicker. 

"For your information, I have an idea. Give me your glasses quick!"

Harry handed them over as Y/N nodded understanding. 

"Impervius. Of course, you're a genius Mione," Y/N said as she watched Hermione perform the simple charm on the lenses. 

Harry looked a the two confused, oblivious to what was going on.

"It will repel the water," Hermione explained happily. 

Hermione handed the glasses to Y/N and she placed them on Harry's face moving his wet bangs out of his eyes. 

Harry kept his eyes glued on the girl as he followed her movements. 

"Good Luck Harold," she said lightly laughing. She hesitated for a split second before placing a light kiss on his cheek. 

Color rushed to Harry's cheeks as he became aware of what happened. He couldn't help the slight smile that immediately appeared on his lips.

He kept his eyes glued on the girl as she walked back up to the stands. His skin felt ignited in the place she had kissed him. 

Harry turned his attention to Hermione who was looking at him like a proud mom. 

"What?" he asked annoyed.

"Nothing. Nothing," she said quickly before smirking at him and then walking back to the stands.

"COME ON HARRY," Oliver called. "THE GAMES ABOUT TO START!" 

Harry, still flustered, mounted his broom and faced the other team. 

With the sound of Madame Hooch's whistle the game started. 

Thanks to Hermione's spell he could see much better than before. Unluckily, there was no spell that could help the turbulent winds. 

He tried his best to navigate his Nimbus Two Thousand through the rain and looked everywhere for the Snitch. 

The weather was getting more and more treacherous as the game grew longer and longer. Catching the Snitch quickly would mean the game would last shorter and he wouldn't have to spend another minute in the rain.

Harry ducked avoiding a Bludger and maneuvered around Cedric who was going the other way. 

A flash of bright lighting lit up the sky. However the image it created immediately distracted him. The silhouette of a dog. A black shaggy dog. The Grim. 

His eyes went wide and he blinked. Just like that, the silhouette was gone.

Harry's hands had gone numb from the cold and he was having trouble keeping a grip on his broom.

"Come on. Come on." Y/N muttered from her place in the stands keeping herself focused on Harry. She had noticed how frazzled the lighting had made him. 

"Calm down Y/N," Tracey said.

"Yeah, are you trying to rip off my arm?" Daphne questioned. Y/N looked down and saw that her hand was tightened around Daphne's wrist. She quickly let go but kept her main focus on Harry.

"You can do this. You can do this." she continued to mutter under her breath. 

Just then Oliver shouted, "HARRY! HARRY BEHIND YOU!"

Harry swept around and he saw Cedric on his broom streaking to something gold and shimmering from right between them. 

Harry hurtled after it as fast as he could. 

"Come on, Faster!" Harry shouted to his broom as he made his way through the air. 

Harry could hear the cheers of both teams egging the two on until everything went creepily silent. 

All Harry could hear was the thick howl of the wind. Then all of a sudden he felt oddly numb. He felt deaf and a familiar cold fell over him.

Y/N went pale. There, right beneath Harry were hundreds of dementors. 

Harry averted his gaze from the Snitch and felt his stomach drop when he saw the eerie faces. 

Then all of a sudden it felt like his insides had turned to stone. Then again, the same voices he had heard on the train, he heard again. 

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl.......stand aside, now......"

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead......"

Harry felt like he was floating, and a mysterious fog was in his brain. All he kept thinking was how he needed to help. Someone was being murdered, he needed to stop them.

A falling sensation overtook Harry's body through the cold fog.

"Not Harry! Please......have mercy........have mercy......."

Harry heard maniacal laughing, and then the screams of bloody murder coming from the stands.

Then there was silence and darkness.

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"Lucky the ground was soft," came a voice. 

"Really? 'Lucky the ground was soft' are you stupid George,'

"Well excuse me Y/N, I thought he was dead!'

"So you thank the soft ground for saving him?"

"Your so snippy when scared."

Harry could hear a swarm of familiar voices surrounding him as he started to regain consciousness. He couldn't make out any distinct voices. All he felt was pain. His body ached all over. 

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." 

Harry started to remember the hooded black dementors. The cold, the screaming.

Harry's eyes snapped open as he sat up quickly on the bed. 

"Hey, Hey it's ok," he heard a comforting voice state. To the right of him, Y/N was holding onto his hand. 

Harry started to become fully aware of his surroundings. He was lying in the hospital wing with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, along with Y/N, Ron, and Hermione.

The team had mud all over their faces and Y/N was soaked from head to toe. Hermione and Ron were drier than the others but their hair still resembled that they were in the rain. 

"Harry!" Fred exclaimed. "How're you feeling?"

"What happened?" He asked turning towards Y/N.

"You fell off," she said quietly. Harry then started to notice that her and Hermione's eyes were bloodshot and the young Slytherin girl was slightly shaking.

"Must've been....what....fifty feet?" Fred said.

"We thought you died," Alicia shuddered.

Harry squeezed Y/N's hand as she comfortingly rubbed her thumb across his hand. 

"Wait!" Harry exclaimed, "The match...what happened? Are we doing a replay?"

Everyone looked down avoiding Harry's gaze. Harry felt his heart drop.

"We didn't --- lose?"

"Diggory got the Snitch," George said, "Just after you fell. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch, But they won fair and square....even Wood admits it."

"Where is Oliver?" Harry asked noticing the Quidditch Captain was nowhere in sight. 

"Still in the showers," Fred said, "We think he's trying to drown himself."

Harry grabbed his hair and put his face in his knees. 

"C'mon Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before."

"There had to be only a few times you didn't get it," George reassured. 

"It's not over yet," Fred said. The team engaged in a conversation about planning how they could still win but Harry stayed silent.

After a while, Madame Pomfrey ordered the team to leave in peace. 

"We'll come and see you later," Fred said, "Don't beat yourself up, Harry, you're still the best Seeker we've ever had."

Trailing mud, the team exited the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey looked after them annoyed.

Hermione and Ron moved closer to where Harry was and Y/N sat on the side of his bed.

Harry still had his head in his knees. The three exchanged a worried look as they looked at their distressed friend. 

"Dumbledore was really angry," Hermione said shakily. "I've never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then some silver stuff came out of his wand and the dementors went right away from the stadium."

"Then he magicked you onto a stretcher," Ron started but his voice started to trail off. 

"Did someone get my Nimbus?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Well umm..." Ron started. 

"What?" he snapped wondering what else could go wrong today. 

"Well...when you fell off it got blown away," Y/N said softly.

"And?" Harry asked.

"And it hit...it hit...oh Harry....it hit the Whomping Willow," Hermione finished.

Harry's stomach lurched. If his broom hit the treacherous magical tree that would rip anything it saw to shreds, there's no way Harry's broom survived. 

"And?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you came around," Y/N said as Hermione reached for the bag near him. 

The bushy-haired girl opened it and inside were dozens of pieces of splintered words.

Harry sucked in a deep breath. 

"I'm so, so sorry Harry," Y/N said holding onto his hand. 

As upset as he was Harry still held onto it. The feelings of their fingertips touching ignited every bone in his body and comforted him.

Ron and Hermione slowly slinked their way out of the Hospital wing giving Harry privacy. 

"Harry," Y/N asked cautiously, "What happened when the dementor was near you?"

"Screaming," Harry said. "My mother, the night she was murdered."

"Oh, Harry!" Y/N said pulling him into a tight hug. All she wanted to do was take her friend's pain away. 

Harry felt tears start to escape his eyes as he was engulfed in the girl's arms.

His broom was destroyed, He had lost his entire team a game, and worst of all he felt like he had failed. Failed everyone around him. 

Y/N pulled away keeping her hands on his face. She used her thumbs to wipe away his tears. 

That's when Harry realized the one thing he had going for him. Y/N.

As if the Slytherin girl could read his mind, she reassured, "None of this was your fault."

Harry shook his head trying his best to believe her.

"Come on," he said wiping the remaining tears quickly away, "Let's talk about something not totally depressing."

Y/N let out a small chuckle. 

"Well we can talk about the way, you were completely jealous of Cedric before the game today."

Harry smiled to himself at the mention of the pitch. He remembered the soft kiss the girl had planted on his cheek. 

"I'm not jealous of you saying good luck to Diggory," Harry said nonchalantly.

"You see, I don't believe you," she said. 

"What do I have to be jealous of?" He asked smirking. "I'm the one who got the good luck kiss."

Y/N turned her head down towards her lap, hiding her smile.

"Whatever you say, Harold."

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

A/N: Sorry for the late update but I hoped you enjoyed it!