Invisible String | TVD x WIZARDING WORLD

LET'S JUST SAY FLYING IS FUN UNTIL IT ISN'T

The day of Harry's first Quidditch match dawned with the kind of cinematic perfection that made you want to skip down the halls and hum the school anthem. Golden morning light streamed through the windows, students buzzed with excitement, and breakfast in the Great Hall was a chaotic buffet of nerves and toast.
Harry looked pale. Paler than usual, I mean.
"You'll be brilliant," I said, handing him a slice of toast he hadn't noticed he was holding upside down.
"Thanks," he mumbled. "I think I might throw up."
"Do it after the game," Ron said. "More dramatic that way."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You've practiced loads, Harry. You're the best flyer we've got."
"Well," I added, "other than that time you nearly flattened Wood."
"That was one time!" Harry groaned.
From down the table, I felt a pair of eyes on me like an itch you couldn't scratch. I turned just in time to see Draco Malfoy smirking.
"What?" I snapped.
"Nothing," he said smoothly. "Just wondering if you'll cry when Potter falls off his broom."
"Wondering if you'll cry when your team loses," I shot back.
"Touchy," he muttered.
"Obsessed," I replied sweetly.
He opened his mouth for a comeback, but I stood up before he could deliver it. I had more important things to do — like survive the nosebleed section of the stands and pray my Gryffindor scarf would keep me from freezing to death.
The stadium was packed. The clash of red and green made me feel like I was trapped inside a Christmas-themed explosion. Students screamed, banners waved, and I clutched a hot cocoa like it was holy water.
"I hate heights," I muttered.
"You hate everything," said a familiar voice behind me.
I groaned. "Draco, if you're here to bother me, take a number. I'm busy panicking."
"I'm not bothering you," he said defensively, stepping beside me. "Just... watching the match. With my sister."
"Oh, please. Don't say that word like it means something."
He flinched. "Diana, come on—"
Madam Hooch's whistle blew, cutting off whatever awkward, emotionally stunted speech he was about to deliver. The players shot into the sky, and my stomach dropped.
Harry flew like he'd been born in the clouds. He dipped, dove, darted—utterly weightless. And for a moment, even I forgot how much I hated flying.
Then his broom jerked.
"What's happening?" Ron shouted.
"Something's wrong with his broom," Hermione said, eyes narrowed.
My gaze swept the stands—and landed on Professor Snape. Standing deathly still. Staring at Harry.
"He's jinxing it," Hermione whispered.
"Should we—?"
"I'll go with her," Ron said, already running after Hermione down the steps.
I didn't follow. I stayed, heart pounding, watching Harry flail through the air like a sock in a washing machine.
"Don't tell me you actually care," Draco said beside me, trying to sound bored.
"About Harry? Absolutely," I said. "About you? Not even a little."
He sighed. "You can hate me all you want, but we're still family."
"Correction: were family. I've upgraded."
Draco went quiet.
Harry's broom suddenly steadied.
We all watched, breathless, as he dove — impossibly fast, stupidly brave — and caught the Snitch like a golden miracle.
The stands exploded.
I screamed so loud I nearly spilled my cocoa. Hermione and Ron reappeared seconds later, breathless and flushed with victory.
"Snape stopped when I knocked Quirrell over," Hermione panted. "I think he was doing a counter-curse."
"Or pretending to," Ron muttered.
"Either way," I said, "Harry almost died. Again."
Draco scoffed. "If he's going to be the Golden Boy, he better get used to it."
I turned to him. "If you're going to keep pretending you care, at least try to be convincing."
He blinked. "I didn't mean—"
"Save it," I said. "Your concern comes with a side of jealousy and a dollop of smug. No thanks."
Harry finally made his way back to us, windswept and grinning.
"That was amazing," he said, dazed.
And I realized, for the first time, that being Harry Potter's friend meant getting used to the phrase near-death experience.

a/n; hey girlies!!
okay so i really wanna try and wrap up year 1 by tonight, like that's the goal, but pls don't keep high expectations of me right now bc everything's kinda falling apart around me. there are blackouts happening all over the country, like full power cuts, and it's honestly terrifying (yes i'm scared of dark) i don't even know what's going on exactly and i can't say much abt it, but the vibe is just...off. we're okay for now, thank god, no major damage or anything, but the uncertainty is the worst part. like one second everything's fine and the next it's pitch dark and dead silent and u don't know if it's gonna get worse. anyway, i'll still try my best to write bc it helps distract me, but yeah. just letting u know.
love y'all