𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹
After walking back from Remus' classroom, Y/N walked into the common room and her eyes landed on Ron, Harry, and Hermione who were huddled together.
"What happened?" She asked as she approached them. Hermione looked up gloomily.
"Hagrid sent me this," Hermione said, holding out the letter. Y/N took it. The parchment was slightly damp, and there were teardrops spread all over the letter.
Dear Hermione,
We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London. I won't forget all the help you gave us.
Hagrid
"What?!" Y/N said. "They can't- Buckbeak isn't dangerous."
"Malfoy's dad's frightened the Committee into it," said Hermione, wiping her eyes which were now glossy. "You know what he's like. They're a bunch of old fools, and they were scared. There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope...Nothing will have changed."
"Yeah, it will," said Ron. "You won't have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I'll help."
"Really?!" Hermione said then flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely into a sobbing fit. Ron's eyes widened and he patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head.
Y/N and Harry looked at each other feeling relieved that they were no longer on non-speaking terms.
Finally, Hermione pulled away."oh Ron, I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers..." she sobbed.
"Oh — well — he was old," said Ron, looking very relieved that she had let go of him. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now..."
***
"S'all my fault. Got all tongue-tied. They was all sittin' there in black robes an' I kep' droppin' me notes and forgettin' all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Hermione. An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an' said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exac'ly what he told 'em..."
"There's still the appeal!" said Ron fiercely.
"Don't give up Hagrid, we're working on it!" Y/N said as they walked back up to the castle with the rest of the class. Ahead they could see Draco, who was walking with Crabbe and Goyle, they kept looking back, laughing.
"S'no good, Y/N," said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps. "That Committee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm jus' gonna make sure the rest o' Beaky's time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that..."
Hagrid turned around and hurried back toward his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief.
"Look at him blubber!"Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been stood just inside the castle doors listening. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Draco with a smirk. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!"
"Draco I swear-"
Smack.
Before Y/N could finish her threat, Hermione had slapped him across the face with all of her strength.
"Hah!" Y/N grinned in amusement, she leaned back on the fence watching the show unfold.
Draco staggered, Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood shocked as Hermione raised her hand again. "Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul loathsome evil little cockroach!"
"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
"Get off, Ron!"Hermione pulled out her wand. Draco stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him.
"C'mon." Draco muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
"Hermione!" Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed. "That was bloody brilliant!"
Hermione cracked a smile, she then turned to Harry.
"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!"
"Of course he'll win" Y/N said walking closer to them, "Harry's a thousand times better than him."
Harry smiled appreciatively. "Thanks.."
"We're due in Charms," said Ron, still seeming shocked at Hermione.
"We'd better go."
They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Flitwick's classroom.
"You're late!" said Professor Flitwick as Y/N opened the classroom door. "Come along, quickly, wands out, we're experimenting with Cheering Charms today—"
Harry, Ron, and Y/N hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him. "Where's Hermione gone?"
Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet she had beenright next to him when he had opened the door.
"That's weird," said Harry. "Maybe — maybe she went to the bathroom or something?"
"I'm sure she has a reason for not being here" Y/N said being almost completely sure this all had something to do with her time turner.
Hermione didn't turn up all lesson.
"You don't think Malfoy did something to her?" Ron said anxiously as they hurried upstairs toward Gryffindor Tower.
"I don't think so, he's probably scared of her" Y/N said.
They passed the security trolls, gave the Fat Lady the password ("Flibbertigibbet"), and rushed through the portrait hole into the common room.
Hermione was sitting at a table, fast asleep, her head resting on an open Arithmancy book. They went to sit down on either side of her. Just as Harry was about to shake her awake.
"Allow me" Y/N said with a smirk.
"Anything?"
"Anything." Tonks said with a smile. "For example.." she cleared her throat and then spoke, but it wasn't her voice. It's was Snape's. "Detention Miss Black" she said in his usual monotone voice.
"Woah-"
"Yeah" Tonks said leaning onto the wall. "Go on, give it a try!"
They spent the next 3 hours practicing how to manipulate Y/N's vocal chords, she was successful.
Y/N cleared her throat, she decided to wake Hermione with her worst possible nightmare.
"What are-"
"Trust the process" she said smirking and then began to recall what Professor McGonagall's voice sounded like. Then she spoke.
"Miss Granger, you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" she said in Professor McGonagall's stern voice as she stood behind Hermione.
Hermione's head shot up and her eyes widened.
"WHAT!? P-Professor I-"
Harry and Ron openly burst into laugher upon seeing her panicked face.
She turned around to face Professor McGonagall but only saw Y/N looking at her with a cheeky smile.
"Y/N!" She scolded angrily. "Thats not- wait- Is it time to go? Which lesson have we got now?"
"Divination, but it's not for another twenty minutes," said Harry as he calmed down from his fit of laughter.
"Hermione, why didn't you come to Charms?" Ron asked
"What? Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed. "I forgot to go to Charms!"
"But how could you forget?" said Harry. "You were with us till we were right outside the classroom!"
"I don't believe it!" Hermione complained. "Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things!"
"You know what, Hermione?" said Ron, looking down at the enormous Arithmancy book Hermione had been using as a pillow. "I reckon you're cracking up. You're trying to do too much."
"No, I'm not!" said Hermione, brushing her hair out of her face and staring hopelessly around for her bag. "I just made a mistake, that's all! I'd better go and see Professor Flitwick and say sorry...I'll see you in Divination!"
She stood up and practically ran out of the common room.
Ron turned to Y/N, "You never said you could change your voice! That wicked!"
"I thought you could only change your appearance" Harry said looking confused.
"That was months ago" she said putting her bag down onto the table, "but now.." she changed into her dog form and jumped onto the couch.
"Woah-" Ron and Harry said in unison as they watched in complete bewilderment. Y/N changed back and sat down on the couch.
"Did you just-" George said as he and Fred stood at the door way in shock.
"YOU'RE AN ANIMAGUS?!" Fred exclaimed as he and George walked closer.
"Im not-"
"She a Metamorphmagus!" Ron exclaimed before she could finish her sentence.
"No way" They said in unison.
"Very Very wrong of you to keep this information from us Y/N" George tsked. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes.
"Georgie we've been robbed of some very crucial information" Fred said shaking his head.
"Imagine all the prank ideas we could've come up with.." George said with a loud dramatic sigh.
Y/N mocked his dramatic sigh and stood up, "I was going to tell you guys once I perfected everything"
"Ah- excuses! excuses!" Fred said.
"Can you turn into people?" Harry cut in.
"Not yet, well- at least not properly.."
"Er- You're getting there..." Tonks said in an attempt to be supportive. Y/N looked down at her fingerless hands.
"Tonks, I don't have any fingers" Y/N said with an amused smile.
"I don't know why that happened.." Tonks said as she tried to come up with some type of explanation.
Y/N tried to change back.
"Uh- it's not working.." Y/N said as she frantically concentrated on growing back her fingers.
"Er-" Tonks began to pace around trying to think of a solution. "Oh! Change into your animal form and then change back, maybe it'll work"
It did.
Fred smirked. "Do tell what happened"
"We don't speak of it" Y/N said.
***
Hermione joined them at the foot of the ladder to Professor Trelawney's classroom twenty minutes later.
"I can't believe I missed Cheering Charms! And I bet they come up in our exams; Professor Flitwick hinted they might!"
They climbed the ladder into the room. On every small table there was a crystal ball full of pearly white mist.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Y/N sat down together at the same table.
"I thought we weren't starting crystal balls until next term," Ron muttered.
"Don't complain, this means we've finished palmistry," Y/N muttered back.
"I was getting sick of her flinching every time she looked at my hands." Harry said with a sigh.
"Good day to you!" said Professor Trelawney, as she made her usual dramatic entrance out of the shadows. Parvati and Lavender watched with excitement
"I have decided to introduce the crystal ball a little earlier than I had planned," said Professor Trelawney, "The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice."
Hermione snorted."Well, honestly...'the fates have informed her'. Who sets the exam? She does! What an amazing prediction!" she said, not troubling to keep her voice low. Y/N, Harry and Ron stifled laughs.
"Rebelling are you?" Y/N smirked at Hermione, "first skipping classes... now making fun of a teacher.. tsk..tsk.." Y/N said shaking her head in mock disappointment.
Hermione cracked a smile and playfully rolled her eyes.
"Crystal gazing is a particularly refined art," she said dreamily. "I do not expect any of you to See when first you peer into the Orb's infinite depths. We shall start by practicing relaxing the conscious mind and external eyes —"
Ron began to laugh uncontrollably and had to stuff his fist in his mouth to stifle the noise —
This caused Y/N and Harry to laugh at Ron's uncontrollable laughter.
"—so as to clear the Inner Eye and the superconscious. Perhaps, if we are lucky, some of you will see before the end of the class."
And so they began. Y/N, felt extremely foolish, staring blankly at the crystal ball, trying to keep her mind empty when thoughts such as "this is stupid" kept drifting across it.
It didn't help that Ron and Harry kept breaking into silent fits of laughter and Hermione kept tutting.
"Seen anything yet?" Harry asked them after a quarter of an hour's quiet crystal gazing.
"Yeah, there's a burn on this table," said Ron, pointing. "Someone's spilled their candle."
"This is such a waste of time," Hermione hissed. "I could be practicing something useful. I couldbe catching up on Cheering Charms —" Professor Trelawney rustled past.
"Would anyone like me to help them interpret the shadowy portents within their Orb?" she murmured.
"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight."
Harry, Y/N and Hermione burst out laughing.
"Now, really!" said Professor Trelawney as everyone's heads turned in their direction.
Parvati and Lavender looked disapprovingly. "You are disturbing the clairvoyant vibrations!"
This only made Y/N put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing right in her face. Ron had put his head down to keep from laughing.
She approached their table and peered into their crystal ball.
"There is something here!" Professor Trelawney whispered, lowering her face to the ball
"Something moving...but what is it?"
Harry looked exasperated knowing he was going to receive, yet another, death fortune.
"My dear," Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. "It is here, plainer than ever before...my dear, stalking toward you, growing ever closer...the Gr —"
"Oh, for goodness' sake!" said Hermione loudly. "Not that ridiculous Grim again!"Professor Trelawney raised her eyes to Hermione's face. Stood up, surveying Hermione with unmistakable anger.
"I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly mundane."
There was a moment's silence.
Then —"Fine!" said Hermione suddenly, getting up and cramming Unfogging the Future back into her bag.
"Fine!" she repeated, swinging the bag over her shoulder and almost knocking Ron off his chair.
"I give up! I'm leaving!"And to the whole class's amazement, Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder out of sight. It took a few minutes for the class to settle down again.
Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten all about the Grim. She turned abruptly from the table.
"Ooooo!" said Lavender suddenly, making everyone start. "Ooooo, Professor Trelawney, I've just remembered! You saw her leaving, didn't you? Didn't you, Professor? 'Around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever!' You said it ages ago, Professor!"
Professor Trelawney gave her a smile."Yes, my dear, I did indeed know that Miss Granger would be leaving us. One hopes, however, that one might have mistaken the Signs...The Inner Eye can be a burden, you know..."
Lavender and Parvati looked deeply impressed, and moved over so that Professor Trelawney could join their table instead. Y/N rolled her eyes.
"Some day Hermione's having, eh?" Ron muttered
"Yeah..." Harry said.
***
Y/N put the failed history of magic test down onto the table in front of Cedric.
"Well- it could've been worse"
"I got a 2/24" Y/N said slumping back into her chair.
"Er- well yeah that's pretty bad" he said with a grin.
"Yeah yeah, I know" Y/N said playfully rolling her eyes.
"Troll riots? We went over that last week-" he said as his eyes scanned the rest of the paper. Y/N shrugged, "I blanked, I honestly don't know how you're so good at this subject" she said as she sat up. "Anyways.. How'd your test go?"
"Hm? What test?" He said putting the paper down.
"Your muggle studies test?"
"I didn't have a test.."
"Cedric." She said giving him a knowing look.
"Fine" he sighed as he reached into his bag pulling out a page full of red marks. Y/N smirked.
"Looks like I'm not the only one failing" she grinned grabbing the paper to look over it.
Question 1: What is a television?
A device where you tell a vision.
Y/N nearly snorted just at that.
"Oh come on Ced" she said handing him back the paper, "I'm making you watch something on a television"
"You said that months ago, something about a 'maovey'" he said pronouncing the word slowly.
"A movie?" she said now being unable to hide a laugh. "Here- let's do this, you can come over to my house over the summer and we'll watch something there"
"—if you want to of course" Y/N added.
"I'll hold you to that" Cedric smiled tucking away his failed test.
***
"You invited him over to your house?" Hermione said while brushing her hair (which ended up making her hair puffier)
"Yeah" Y/N shrugged.
"Like a date?" Hermione smirked. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh. After every single one of her study sessions, Hermione would question Y/N to no end about how it had gone.
Hermione wasn't one to gush about romances, but it was almost as if she had made some type of special exception for Y/N and Cedric, she wanted every detail.
'How often did you make eye contact?'
'You hugged?!'
'You know, I've been thinking.. your age gap isn't really that large'
'He was smiling at you when you weren't looking? Gosh! you're so thick!'
'Okay.. but at least tell me, do you find him attractive?'
'He bought you jewelry for goodness sake! Don't be daft!'
"No, not like a date" she said sitting down onto the edge of her bed. "We're just going to watch a movie, since he has no bloody idea what a 'movie' is"
Hermione smirked to herself as she sat on her own bed and put down her hairbrush. "So a movie date.."
Y/N groaned in annoyance and shut her curtains.
***
The Easter holidays were not relaxing. The third years had never had so much homework. Nobody had as much to do as Hermione. She was taking more subjects than anybody else. She was usually last to leave the common room at night, first to arrive at the library the next morning; she gained dark circles, and seemed constantly close to tears.
Y/N and Ron had taken over responsibility for Buckbeak's appeal when they weren't doing homework.
Harry, meanwhile, had to fit in his homework around Quidditch practice every day.
The Slytherin-Gryffindor quidditch match was approaching rapidly, By the time the holidays were over, tension between the two teams and their Houses was at the breaking point. A number of small incidents broke out in the corridors, in which a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears.
Harry was having a particularly bad time of it. He couldn't walk to class without Slytherins sticking out their legs and trying to trip him up. Crabbe and Goyle kept popping up wherever he went, and slouching away looking disappointed when they saw him walking with Y/N, she was to be untouched by them, though she and Draco had a very.. strange dynamic, he didn't want them to hurt her.
After attending a few more sessions with Tonks, Y/N was able to successfully turn into clones of people, she couldn't hold it for very long but that was the least of importance, she could now practice herself. Tonks was sent out to her Auror training, which had become much more extreme, it was safe to say their 'training sessions' were over.
The night before the match was overwhelming to say the least. Even Hermione had put down her books.
"I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.
There was a great deal of noise. Fred and George were being louder and more cheerful than ever.
Oliver was crouched over a model of a Quidditch field in the corner, prodding little figures across it with his wand and muttering to himself.
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were laughing at Fred's and George's jokes.
Y/N was sitting with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"You're going to be fine," Y/N told him when she noticed how nervous he looked.
"You've got a Firebolt!" said Ron.
"Yeah..." said Harry, his stomach turning.
It came as a relief when Oliver suddenly stood up and yelled, "Team! Bed!"
Harry said goodnight and went off to bed. Ron look anxious and fidgeted with his fingers. "Do you think we'll win?" Ron asked.
"Harry's the best there is" Y/N said reassuringly. "Of course we will"
***
The Gryffindor quidditch team walked out onto the field to a giant wave of noise. Three quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP."
Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.
"Ready?" Lee said to Y/N as he was about to click on the microphone.
"Remember stay focused on commentating on only th-" Professor McGonagall was cut off when Lee turned on the microphone.
"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee. Y/N leaned into the microphone.
"Harry Potter! My scar headed bestfriend- Katie Bell! Angelina Johnson! Alicia Spinnet! Gred and Forge Weasley, and the obsessive quidditch player.. Oliver Wood!"
Lee jumped in taking the microphone. "Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years —"Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end.
Y/N rolled her eyes and snatched the microphone
"Oh shut the f-"
"Miss Black!" McGonagall scolded.
Lee took the Microphone once again "And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill —"More boos from the Slytherin crowd.
"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch. Marcus Flint and Oliver approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.
"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three...two...one..."The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.
"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no — Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field — WHAM! — nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by — Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina — nice swerve around Montague — duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! – SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field;
"OUCH!"Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nosesmashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.
"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between then. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"
"Come off it, Miss!" Complained Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.
"Come on, Alicia!" Exclaimed Y/N into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR! TAKE THAT YOU-"
"-MISS BLACK!"
"Sorry-"
Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goal posts, his jaw clenched as Flint flew forward to take the penalty.
"'Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee told the crowd as Flint waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Superb! Very difficult to pass — very difficult indeed — YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"
Y/N moved to the Microphone.
"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession — no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field — THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!"
Graham Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead of seizing the Quaffle he had grabbed her head. Katie spunin the air, barely managing to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle.
Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Seeker.
"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT—"
"—YOU DIRTY, CHEATING —"
"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way —"
"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"
Harry pulled his Firebolt around and sped off toward the Slytherin end. Draco went following after him
One of the Bludgers came streaking past Harry's right ear, hit by the gigantic Slytherin Beater, Derrick.
Then again... The second Bludger grazed Harry's elbow. The other Beater, Bole, was closing in.Harry turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch.
"Ha haaa!" Exclaimed Y/N into the microphone as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads.
Lee took the microphone.
"Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle — Flint alongside her — poke him in the eye, Angelina! — it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke — oh no — Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save —!"
Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end.
"NO! FUCKING HELL- BOLLOCKS! Oh" Lee swore angered by Slytherin score.
Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical microphone away from him.
"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession —"
It was turning into the dirtiest game Y/N had ever witnessed.
Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle.
Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger.
George elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation.
Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor.
Draco was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match, looking around for it once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead.
Katie scored. Fifty-ten. Fred and George were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge.
Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.
Madam Hooch became very angry—"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick.
"Gryffindor penalty!"
Angelina scored. Sixty-ten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands;
Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal — seventy-ten.
Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs.
The suddenly Harry put on a huge burst of speed; the wind was roaring in his ears; he stretched out his hand, but suddenly, the Firebolt was slowing down
"WHAT?!" Lee shouted into the mic.
Draco had lurched himself forward and grabbed hold of the Firebolt's tail, and was pulling it back.
"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics." Madam Hooch screeched. Draco looked very satisfied with himself
"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee Jordan was howling into the microphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach.
"YOU FILTHY, CHEATING BITCH"
Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Draco's direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.
Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration.
"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading for goal — Montague scores —" Y/N groaned. "Seventy-twenty to Gryffindor..."
Harry was now marking Draco closely. "Get out of it, Potter!" He yelled in frustration as he tried to turn and found Harry blocking him.
"Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON!" Lee bellowed.
Every single Slytherin player apart from Draco was streaking up the pitch toward Angelina, including the Slytherin Keeper. Harry steered the Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bowling ball, he shot toward the Slytherins.
"AAAAAAARRRGH!"They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them
"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty Points to twenty!"
Y/N looked around and then felt a sensation of horror upon seeing Draco diving, a look of triumph on his face — there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer —Harry urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead —
"Go! Go! Go!" Harry urged his broom. He was gaining on Malfoy — Harry flattened himself tothe broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him — he was at Malfoy's ankles — he was level — Harry threw himself forward, took both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and —
"YES!"He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded.
"YES HARRY!" Y/N exclaimed cheerfully as she rushed down to the ground.
Harry flew into the air showing off the golden snitch clutched in his hand. Oliver speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder.
"We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!"
Almost everyone from the stands came rushing down as Harry landed back onto the ground. Everyone cheered loudly as the quidditch team paraded the Quidditch Cup in the air.
"Bloody brilliant!" Ron said as he, Hermione and Y/N rushed towards Harry. Y/N and Hermione pulled Harry into a large hug congratulating him.
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𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩
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"ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ"