HP : The Chronicles

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Watsup?" A groggy voice sounded from the other side of the room before a soft cracking noise announced the house elf leaving.

"Ron, you won't believe what happened again!" Adrian whispered to his redhead friend; Harry had the fleeting suspicion he would have to fly tomorrow with only a few hours of sleep. He was right.

The next morning, Harry woke up with a headache from all the information he had gotten last night, the usual dread before a Quidditch match and the strong notion he would have to speak with Severus immediately after the game. He had delayed it for far too long already and he could see the potions master was very close at giving him a detention just to get him talk. He threw away the covers, rubbed his eyes open and headed for the bathroom to throw some water on his face, waking his brother up in the process.

The two boys, along with Neville who had woken up to wish Harry good luck, were soon at the Great Hall with the rest of the team, eating silently at the empty table of the Gryffindor House before heading to the field. Harry almost forgot his own tangled nerves in his attempt to calm his ashen faced brother, Adrian was fidgeting, fixing his glasses that weren't even slipping from his nose, trying to straighten his hair or his robes.

"Once you get out there, you'll feel much better." Harry insisted, smiling confidently. Not that he felt confident at all about winning the game, but he knew for sure that most of the hassle was getting at the field. Once you were there, you were far too focused on playing to actually care about your anxieties.

"You think?" Adrian asked hopefully.

"I know." Harry stated, winking at his brother in a perfect imitation of Lockhart.

"Team, gather around!" Wood called as footsteps were heard above them, the tall-tale sign that students were gathering on the stands.

"There we go again..." George muttered.

"Slytherin has better brooms than us," he began. "No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We've flown at all weathers..." ("Too true." Muttered George Weasley. "I haven't been properly dry since August.") "...and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way into the team." Eyes sparkling with a crazy gleam, Oliver turned his eyes towards Harry. "It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."

"So no pressure, Harry." Said Fred, winking at him.

"Is he always like that?" Adrian asked a little scared.

"Scary and paranoid?" Harry asked back lightheartedly.

"Yes."

"Yes." Harry repeated as an answer.

"Oh." Adrian simply stated smiling faintly. The team made it out amidst loud cheers from their House -Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too, both Houses had spent too much time losing against Slytherin to not hold a bit of a grudge- and boos from the green clad fans of the Slytherin team. It was pouring, but the two teams paid no notice and gathered in the middle of the field. After the promise of a clean match was made to Madam Hooch, the teams took off. Harry immediately began looking for the elusive golden ball, not wanting Malfoy to get his hands on it first.

The blond Seeker proved he wasn't above cheating when he grabbed the back of Harry's broomstick to stop him from getting the Snitch. Harry had turned to Fred and George, trying to see why they weren't throwing a Bludger at Malfoy, only to find them defending his brother with all their might from a Bludger that seemed to be targeting him specifically. A few near misses of Adrian's head and Oliver had to call for a timeout.

Adrian had vehemently refused to forfeit the match just because a Bludger was trying to decapitate him and Harry, caught between his usual urge to protect his brother and his thirst to win the match, vowed to get the Snitch as fast as he could. And he did just that, getting the Snitch right under Malfoy's nose, literally too, since the Slytherin Seeker was so absorbed with making fun of Adrian who was avoiding the Bludger with all he had, he didn't notice the Snitch hovering next to his head.

The team had gathered to celebrate in the middle of the field when Harry caught it with the corner of his eye; the Bludger that had been targeting Adrian during the whole game was coming towards him yet again; it hit his brother straight to the chest, and knocked him of his broom, before returning to finish the job. Not having time to draw his wand from such a distance, Harry simply placed himself between his brother and the Bludger. The sickening crack and the searing pain on his left arm easily informed him of a broken bone. He pulled out his wand swiftly with his right hand and pointed it at the Bludger.

"Reducto! He bellowed, the jet of magic from his wand turning the Bludger into fine dust.

"Harry!" Adrian called shocked. "Your arm! What were you thinking?" His words were coming out slurred and Harry realized he had hit his head falling.

"That I'd rather my brother kept his head on his shoulders." Harry admitted with a pained smile. "Ouch, by the way."

"Adrian! Harry!" Lily's voice echoed in the field, rising above all the ruckus around. "Harry, are you alright?"

"Great catch, kiddo!" Sirius called from behind her. "Malfoy never saw what hit him!" Lily glared at him and Sirius stopped in his tracks. "Sorry, Lily."

"It was a great catch though." James added

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