You're my Chosen One - Harry Potter X Reader Fanfic [𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘]

Chapter 8 - The Quidditch Match

Harry's POV

Next day, I woke up and got ready for the match. Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. The morning sky was a bad sight, especially given how the match was going to begin in a few minutes. It was raining heavily, and I wondered if I could even see if the rain drops would continuously blur my vision, I meant the Quidditch goggles. In addition to that, grey clouds all around were casting darkness. Brilliant. Remind me why trouble usually finds me and no one else? 

"Hey Harry!" Y/n called out as I was walking out of the changing room, "Good luck," she gave me a thumbs up and a smile. I returned it. Her smile had some sort of magic, some sort of comfort and aura, and positivity. It always made my day. 

After Y/n, Ron and Hermione exchanged their wishes too.

"Don't you worry about the dementors, hm?" Y/n emphasised.

"I know," I looked at the sky, and shook my head, "I don't know how the hell I'll see through this blinding rain."

"Give me your glasses," Y/n demanded, laying her palms out.

"Why?"

"Merlin, just give 'em," and she snatched them off, although carefully. She pulled out her wand and aimed at the glasses, "Impervius," she whispered, before handing them to me, "Here, take them." 

"What did you do?" 

"Your glasses will now repel water."

I was genuinely impressed, "Thanks. You're the best!" 

"It is true," she gave me a playful lopsided grin, before I waved her off, measuring my steps to the pitch.

(In the Quidditch Match)

Y/n's POV

The match had started. Heavy rain and I was worried for Harry. Along with that, the terible dementors, soul-sucking, happiness-sucking dementors.

"C'MON HARRY...YOU CAN DO THIS. CATCH THE SNITCH."

Suddenly, something was happening. We all were feeling sad and upset. Oh no, the dementors were here, HUNDREDS OF THEM. Harry was fainting, I have to do something. "Expecto Patronum" I said secretly. I couldn't control myself, I had to rescue Harry. Good that no one saw me, except Hermione "Y/n, was...was that you?"
"Yes. Please Hermione, don't say it to Harry. I would say him later."
Hermione agreed, "Okay."

Professor Dumbledore took him to the Hospital Wing. I sat beside him on the bed holding his hands, waiting for him to get up.
"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" stated Ron.
I turn my head to Ron. But Fred and George scoffed, "Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet!! Come on Ron, let's walk you off the Astronomy tower and see what you look like?"

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does" came Harry's voice.
"HARRY!!" I pull him into a bone-breaking hug, and pull away. I could see his cheeks turning bright red.
"How are you?" Asked Hermione.
"Fine. Umm...what happened?"
"Well you fell off your broom."
"Really? I mean the match, who won?"

We all looked at each other and just stare downwards. "What happened? Will someone say something?"
Finally, I broke the silence, "Don't blame yourself Harry. W-we lost t-the m-match"

"All because of me."
I felt that Harry must be upset. They had never lost a Quidditch Match, never. He took hold of his hair in frustration.
I interjected, "I said don't blame yourself. The dementors weren't supposed to be on the grounds. Professor Dumbledore's furious. Totally, it's not your fault. It's the dementors!!!"

He sighed. "Could you guys please leave?" I took it as a cue of him having spending some time alone. We all got up. Suddenly, I felt a grip of hand on my wrist. I turned around you look at Harry holding me back, "Not you Y/n."