That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 3, Chapter 15- Quidditch is my least favourite thing about Hogwarts

By around ten o'clock the whole school files out into the thunderstorm and run all the way to the quidditch pitch. "I can't believe they are actually playing in this weather." Emma says shoving her hands into her pockets when we find a half decent spot in the bleachers.

"I'm honestly sort of thrilled that Draco lied about his arm hurting him. I wouldn't want him to be playing today." I yell over the howling winds. A loud crack of thunder breaks the sky open into torrential downpour. Lightning flashes in the distance.

Walter tries to open his umbrella but the winds are to strong for it to work properly. Instead I use the same charm I used on my coat on their coats and hats so at least we can stay sort of dry. "Look. They're making their way onto the pitch now." Walter shouts pointing down to the ground.

It's hard to make out the figures in the rain but I can see red and yellow flecks of colour now peppering the middle of the pitch. Wally pulls out some binoculars and peers down at the plays. "Madam Hooch is saying... something, No chance I can hear her over this storm... And they're off." He commentates watching the players soar into the sky.

"I can't even see them!" Emma wails.

Suddenly Lee's voice blares over the howling winds, "Good afternoon witches, wizards, and all other magical folk! Today's game is quite an intense one, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff! Given no one can actually see what's happening I might just start making things up as I go."

The three of us laugh at Lee. "You've got yourself a good one there Wally." I shout into Walters ear. He looks down at me and smiles big.

"As all my Gryffindor fans know this is Oliver Woods last year here! Meaning this is the last year for him to actually get a quidditch trophy! Will he pull it off?" Lee shouts into his microphone. "And apparently he will! One of the Gryffindor chasers... Katie? Alicia? Not a single clue who it was, but they just earned Gryffindor ten points!"

I can't hear it but I assume that the crowd starts to cheer. "Can we leave? We can't see a damn thing!" Emma shouts.

"We have to stay! Our friends are out there playing what if they get hurt!" Walter shouts back. Emma buries herself in her jacket in attempts to hide from the rain.

"Hufflepuff have tied the score..." A big clap of thunder cuts Lee off mid sentence, the rain starts to fall harder, the clouds get darker. It takes a few minutes before anyone can hear Lee again, "Gryffindor is up 60-10! Oh wait! Looks like Gryffindor..." Another bang of thunder, this time followed by a big fork of lightning that hits a little too close to the quidditch pitch. "time out!" we hear Lee say.

Walter brings his binoculars to his face again, "Why am I even trying?" He says before shoving them into his pocket.

The winds get heavier, the temperature drops a few degrees, "And the game is back on!" Lee shouts.

The players soar back into the sky and once again, we are standing there trying to see something, anything that resembles a quidditch player.

"Wait, I think that's Harry!" I shout point up into the sky. Emma and Walter look where I'm pointing. If I'm right, Harry Potter is soaring high into the sky, most likely chasing after the snitch.

"I hope he fucking catches it. I can't take much more of this." Emma groans.

We all watch as Harry soars higher, higher... then he's coming back down. Fast. Faster than he should be. "Something's wrong." Walter shouts.

I can only assume that the whole crowd is dead silent as we all watch in horror as Harry Potter falls back towards the ground. "No fucking way." Emma shouts.

That's when I notice the three Dementors chasing after him as he falls through the air. It's like time is moving in slow motion. Harry falling, the Dementors chasing him. "It's Dumbledore!" Walter shouts. I move my attention towards the pitch and watch with squinted eyes as a grey figure bolts to the middle of the pitch. Harry's fall slows slightly but he still hits the ground with a thud that can be heard through out the entire pitch. Dumbledore points his wand at the Dementors and a trail of white shiny stuff spews out of it and the Dementors go back up into the sky and out of view.

"Cedric Diggory, the Seeker for the Hufflepuff team has caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins!" Lee shouts as teachers flood the pitch and help Dumbledore carry Harry Potter off the field. "But that's not really the thing that we should be focusing on right now. Game's over!"

Everyone files out of the stands and run through the field to the safety of the castle. "That was awful. How far up do you think that was? Like a hundred feet?" Emma says when we are finally back in the castle walking into the dungeons.

"Couldn't have been a hundred feet. Fifty probably." Walter says wringing out his house scarf.

I put my fingers on the wall, mutter the word pureblood and step into the common room. "I'm surprised he's still alive. Three Dementors after him and a hundred foot fall?" I say pulling off my winter coat.

"Fifty foot fall." Walter says. Emma hits him in the arm and he flinches away from her, "I'm going to go get changed." He says backing away from Emma so he doesn't get hit again.

Emma and I go into our dorm to get changed as well. I put on sweats and one of Molly's sweaters and grab my history book and bring int back out into the common room. I stay there for hours. Emma and Walter go to bed early along with most of the other students in the room.

At around one in the morning the door creaks open. Which I really don't care that much about, if I break the rules I don't mind if others break the rules. At least I say I don't care till I hear Draco whisper "fuck" under his breath.

I spin around and look at my cousin. He's standing by the common room door in his pyjamas and bunny slippers that he begged his mother for. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask him, closing my book in my lap slowly.

Draco shuffles over to me and sits beside me on the couch, "I uhm... lost track of time when I was in the library?" He says, even though it sounds more like he's asking me what he was doing.

"So you... Draco Malfoy... walked into the library after the quidditch match, in your pyjamas and bunny slippers and stayed there three hours after curfew without being caught because you just 'lost track of time'? Don't lie to me." I say sternly. I put my arm over the top of the couch and Draco slowly curls himself into my side.

"If I tell you, will you tell anyone?" He whispers. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and squeeze him tight.

"Course I won't. When have I ever told anyone anything you've told me before? Remember when we were little and you broke Uncle Lucius' statue thing and we tried to charm it back together before he got home?"

Draco laughs a bit, "I snuck into the hospital wing to check on Potter."