Trust in Me : Harry Potter x Reader

Spells and Snitches

Breakfast in the Great Hall buzzed with the excitement of the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry couldn't sit still, practically bouncing with eagerness beside Selene. But while her friend chatted animatedly with Ron and Hermione, Selene's gaze drifted uneasily to the enchanted ceiling above them, where clouds slowly rolled in over a pale autumn sun.

She'd barely touched her food, a sense of foreboding weighing heavy on her chest. The visions she'd been having lately—glimpses of blurred faces and shadows—had left her feeling restless, unable to shake the lingering sense that something was coming. She tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the small package that had just landed in front of her, delivered by her owl, whose amber eyes gleamed with intelligence.

The package contained a pair of sleek new gloves, her initials—S.J.B.—stitched in elegant silver thread on the wrist. Selene ran her fingers over the stitching, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the unease she felt.

"New gloves, Juna? Look, that means you'll definitely catch the Quaffle today," Harry teased lightly, nudging her shoulder.

Selene forced a smile, but her mind remained preoccupied. She squeezed the gloves tighter in her hands, willing herself to focus on the match instead of the unsettling visions that wouldn't leave her alone. Her heart ached with longing—she missed her parents dearly, especially with the stress from her constantly developing powers. The visions had come without warning, making her feel unsteady, as if the ground beneath her might shift at any moment. It was harder now, being away from her family, when everything seemed so much more complicated. 

She caught herself tracing the silver initials on her gloves again, a habit she'd picked up when she felt anxious. S.J.B.—her parents' gift had arrived at just the right time, a small reminder of home and their support, even from afar. Yet today, the familiar comfort wasn't quite enough to banish the tension that gnawed at her.

As she glanced across the table, watching Harry's eager smile as he discussed strategy with Ron, she found herself hoping that the unease she felt was just a product of her imagination, and that today would go smoothly.

"Team, it's time to go." Selene's bout of anxiety was momentarily interrupted by none other than Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, who had stood up and was gesturing for the rest of the team to follow him. His voice, firm yet eager, cut through the clamor of the Great Hall, and Selene found herself snapping back to the present. She took a deep breath, forcing her worries to the back of her mind as she stood up with her teammates.

"Come on, we've got this," Harry said, clapping Selene on the shoulder with a grin. His excitement was infectious, even if Selene's nerves still lingered beneath the surface.

With her new gloves tucked securely into her pocket, she followed the rest of the team out of the Great Hall, trying to focus on the upcoming match instead of the strange feeling twisting in her chest. She managed a small smile for her brothers who were cheering and wishing her and Harry luck. As they made their way toward the pitch, Harry fell into step beside Selene, glancing over at her with a concerned look. He could tell that her usual spark was dimmer, her thoughts seemingly far away even as they approached the most anticipated match of the season. He reached out, gently taking her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey, Juna," he said softly, using the nickname he'd given her. "I've got a little surprise for you on the pitch. I thought... Well, I noticed you've seemed a bit off lately. So, I wrote to your mum and dad. They're here for the match. And Moony, too."

Selene's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth parting slightly as she processed his words. Her heart swelled with emotion, and a lump formed in her throat as she looked up at him. "You did that... for me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. She had been missing them terribly, more than she had let on.