Amnesia

1 - A meaningful match

Harry's POV

Ten more minutes before the quidditch game would start and he still hadn't changed into his quidditch clothes yet. The rain was pouring down the windows and Harry was watching Oliver and Angelina who were in the middle of an argument about game tactics.

"Hey, you alright mate?" Fred asked concerned. "You look like you're about to get extra homework from Snape."
"Oh is it really that bad?" Harry asked.
"Yes you should see yourself, Harry. Is something wrong?" George suddenly added.

"It's just- I don't know I feel like something is going to go wrong in the match today." Harry whispered concerned.

"Oh c'mon it's quidditch, there's always something going wrong, doesn't mean we can't win." Fred replied way too optimistic.

"He's right Harry" George said. "We have good chances to win today. Our new tactics are amazing and we have practiced so hard!"

"Besides, you're the Chosen one, you always win." The twins said at the same time and walked away.

"Let's hope they are right for our all's sake" Harry mumbled.

Draco's POV

"Look who we got here, our famous Harry Pottah." Draco claimed. "I am surprised you have enough balls to face us again after the last match and didn't run back home to Mummy - Oh wait you can't cause she died to save your stupid ass- what a pity."

He smirked as soon as he saw the angry expressions on the Gryffindor team's faces. "Enjoy the game losers" Draco said, still smirking and walked past the Gryffindors with the rest of the Slytherin team following right behind him.

Just a few minutes later, he found himself sitting on his broom getting ready to catch the Golden Snitch. Before Potter could, obviously.

The sound of the whistle echoed through his ears and he starts to chase behind the Golden Snitch.

Draco, make me proud. You need to win the game, you need to beat Potter.
Don't lose, you can't lose, You need to win whatever it takes. You're a Malfoy. You're a Slytherin. Your only job is to win. Show your father that you deserve the family name. DONT LOSE, DONT LOSE! YOU NEED TO WIN, SON!

His fathers words chased him as he tried to chase the Golden Snitch. Draco could not disappoint his father again.

He was heavily breathing, was it exhaustion or a coming panic attack? He didn't know. His eyes did hurt from the rain and the dozens of sleepless nights.

He hardly paid attention to his surroundings. Draco had to focus on what really mattered. Finding the Golden Snitch.

Suddenly he noticed the little blink on his left and there it was. The Snitch.

And Harry Potter.

Draco took a sharp turn and flew directly towards the Snitch and Potter, of course.

"Here we go again Pottah, remember our first match in the 2. year?" He mocked.
"How could I forget, Malfoy. I won, remember?" Harry replied confidently.

"Not this time." Draco stated and smiled sheepishly.

He was about to add something sassy when suddenly a Bludger appeared out of nowhere.

Harry moved at the last second. But Draco couldn't react fast enough and the bludger hit his head with full force.
He got knocked off his broom and fell.

It felt like flying for a second.

The last thing Draco thought was;
I failed again and that Potter was an arrogant ass, well a hot one.

Then he hit the ground and his vision turned dark.

Harry's POV

A huge crowd had appeared around the blonde boy. He remembered when he fell from the broom 2 years ago but he had the luck that Dumbledore saved him. Draco didn't.

Harry was also glad that nobody had noticed that he had touched Draco's wrist and tried to pull him away before the Bludger could hit him.

Too late.

They ended the game right away.

After a few minutes of shock, Harry landed right next to the crowd and tried to get a glimpse on the boy.

He was laying lifeless on the ground. His legs were spread in an unnatural angle and the grass was red, soaked with the Slytherin boys blood.

Snape and Mc Gonagall kneeled next to him and checked his pulse and breathing. Some of the Slytherins were actually crying or put their hand over their mouths in shock.

After,what seemed like an eternity for Harry - it were probably just a few seconds, Madame Pomfrey came and Draco got carried away into the castle.

Slowly the quidditch field started to clear and everyone left.

Now Harry was standing alone in the rain, shuddering but numb.

Empty.
One question was spiralling in his head.
What if he dies?

authors note:
If you're enjoying this story please feel free to check out my newest  Drarry Fanfiction "Liability"

Yay that's the first chapter of the Fanfiction. I know it's a little short and dramatic but I hope you liked it hihi <3 I'll post the 2. chapters tomorrow so stay tuned!
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