The Prisoner Of Azkaban - Hermione Granger x OC

The Quidditch Match

It was a dark and stormy day on the Hogwarts quidditch field. Oliver had been asked to fill in as a chaser by the Gryffindor team captain since he had performed exceptionally well in the previous year. Gryffindor was locked in an intense match against Hufflepuff, with the scoreline only favoring Hufflepuff by 5 points. The relentless rain made it difficult for Oliver to see through his goggles, but during a time out, Hermione cast a special spell on them, instantly improving his visibility.

As the game continued amidst the downpour, Hermione's unwavering support reverberated across the pitch. "WOOHOO, GO OLIVER!" she cheered, her voice brimming with enthusiasm and encouragement. Each time Oliver soared through the air or made a skillful pass, Hermione's cheers grew louder, filling him with a surge of confidence.

Motivated by Hermione's unwavering belief in his abilities, Oliver pushed himself to the limits. The raindrops pelted against his face, but he remained relentless. He dodged bludgers with impeccable timing and maneuvered past Hufflepuff's chasers with ease. Oliver's newly enhanced vision, thanks to Hermione's spell, allowed him to spot gaps in the opposing team's defense and execute precise shots towards the goal.

Oliver noticed Harry flying high up in the air, accompanied by the Hufflepuff seeker and two menacing Bludgers. Recognizing that the Bludgers seemed to have ill intent towards Harry, Oliver instinctively soared after them. Ascending into the cloudy heights, he pursued the threats, determined to protect his teammate.

As the altitude increased, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the sky. In that fleeting moment of illumination, Oliver witnessed a startling sight. One of the Hufflepuff players unexpectedly plummeted from above, crashing down beside him. It became apparent that they had fallen victim to the wrath of the lightning, their auroral descent a consequence of this mysterious and powerful force of nature.

Oliver came to an abrupt halt on his broom, his vision obscured by the dense clouds that surrounded him. "Harry!" he shouted desperately, only to have his voice swallowed by the deafening roar of the thunderous storm. As if to amplify his sense of dread, a bone-chilling sensation washed over him, causing his broomstick and goggles to frost up and a shiver to run down his spine. Something sinister was about to unveil itself.

Suddenly, emerging from the shadows of the swirling clouds, an ominous figure materialized. Oliver's heart skipped a beat as he found himself face to face with a dementor, its hollow eyes peering deep into his soul. Sensing the imminent danger, Oliver's instincts kicked in, impelling him to take evasive action. Swiftly executing a 180-degree turn, he accelerated on his broom, desperately attempting to escape the clutches of the soul-sucking creature. But to his dismay, before he could fully comprehend what was happening, another dementor emerged right in front of him, blocking any route of escape.

In a desperate attempt to evade the soul-sucking dementors, Oliver swiftly inclined his broom downward, seeking refuge from the harrowing vortex of darkness. But again, as if mocking his feeble efforts, another dementor materialized before him, causing his hope to crumble into a desolate void of despair. In an instant, Oliver found himself ensnared amidst a relentless swarm of dementors, their loathsome presence suffocating him from all sides, leaving him bereft of any escape route, entombed in a heart-wrenching captivity that gnawed at his very soul.

One of the dementors bore down upon Oliver, its grotesque face mere inches from his own. In a terrifying instant, Oliver's eyes rolled back into his skull, his chest constricted, gasping for a breath that seemed forever elusive. The weight of the suffocating darkness overwhelmed him, causing his mind to grow faint and his body to yield in defeat. Lightheaded and overpowered, Oliver succumbed to unconsciousness, his hold on reality slipping away as he tumbled helplessly from his broomstick.

The stunned spectators, their faces twisted in horror, watched in paralyzed silence as Oliver hurtled downward, plummeting with alarming speed, each passing second amplifying the dread that gripped their hearts. A collective gasp escaped their lips as they witnessed the gravity of the freefall unfold before their eyes, their fear reverberating through their very souls.

Just as Oliver neared the point of impact, a thunderous cry broke through the chaos. "Arresto Momentum!" thundered Dumbledore, his voice resonating with a potent authority. With an awe-inspiring display of power, time seemed to halt, freezing Oliver's descent just moments before he would have met the unforgiving ground. The world paused, suspended in a moment of peril, as Dumbledore's incantation held Oliver in mid-air, saving him from an imminent and catastrophic fate.