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Later
"Very well done, boy!!" Flitwick cheered happily when Harry finally produced a small shield of light using the Patronus charm.
"I hate Dementors," Harry said, laying on his back as his chest rose and fell in rhythm.
"Yes, they are quite annoying creatures, aren't they?" a voice asked from the door.
Turning, Harry saw Professor Lupin standing by the door with a smile on his face before he approached him and handed him a piece of chocolate.
"It really helps," he told him with a sincere smile.
"Harry, to be honest, it was Professor Lupin who suggested you receive the training against the Dementors," Flitwick said, shooting a look at Lupin that Harry couldn't decipher.
"Well, I mean, he is the Defense teacher, so..." Harry said as he munched on his piece of candy.
"If you don't mind me asking, what memories did you use to power the spell?" Lupin asked curiously.
"Well, Professor Flitwick said to use a happy memory; and the happiest thing I can think of is my parents. They're smiling and talking to me. Not about anything in particular, just talking. I don't even know if it's real, but that's what I used." Harry said with a small smile on his face.
The two teachers didn't know what to say for a moment before smiling at him. "I know they'd be very proud of you, Harry."
"Thank you, professors," Harry said.
Later
A week passed before the Headmaster announced the green light for the Quidditch match. The hall went ballistic with enthusiasm at the news as Wood and Flint glared at each other from across their tables.
The day of the match arrived, and the two houses found themselves in the stands awaiting the beginning of the game. Hermione and Ron were seated in their "usual spots" as they looked around excitedly.
"What the hell?" Ron muttered.
Hermione turned to look in the direction he had been staring at curiously. She saw the girl Harry had introduced them to a little while ago, along with Padma, both wearing what seemed to be custom-made Gryffindor-colored sweaters. The two weren't hard to miss in the sea of Silver and Blue. The two girls chatted excitedly about something as they, too, awaited the game to begin.
"I guess it doesn't hurt that they're supporting Gryffindor," Hermione commented with a shrug.
"Yeah, oh, by the way, I was thinking; did you maybe want to check out the Shrieking Shack on our next Hogsmeade trip?" Ron asked, looking straight ahead at the field.
"Oh, yeah, actually, I've been curious about it ever since you mentioned it in the common room," she replied excitedly.
"Really?! Great!"
Hermione nodded and smiled at the boy next to her before she felt herself being pulled back, and the ever-annoying voices of Lavender and Parvati intruded her ear cavity.
"Hmm, going on a date with Ron now, are you?" Parvati started.
"It's not a date. We're going as friends."
"Good to know," Lavender said as she sat beside Ron.
"How are things going between you and Harry?" Lavender asked, looking at Hermione before looking back at the arena.
"What does he have to do with any of this?" Hermione asked, her patience wearing thin.
"Why don't you tell us? Whatever happened to that day you two were supposed to spend together? Didn't something come up?" Lavender asked.
"How'd you know about that... Are you stalking us?!"
"... that's hardly the point," Parvati said after a beat of silence.
"Oh, my God." Hermione groaned as she pulled herself forward and out of that conversation. She shot one last look to the Ravenclaw duo before Lee Thomas' voice boomed through the arena, and the two Quidditch teams headed out to the field.
Ron looked up at the heavy clouds and was thankful the rain or snow seemed to delay itself for this game. Though it did seem as though it would fall at any given second, he was just glad it hadn't decided to fall immediately before turning to the match.
Later
Harry was set to take this match under Malfoy's nose; Harry, along with Ginny, sat in the reserved seats watching the match from the side.
After all the formalities and rules were given, the game began. Immediately it was determined that Gryffindor's training had been beneficial as Angelina, Katie, and Alicia played to the strategies Wood had hammered into their minds. Harry hovered above the rest of the players' eagle-eyed; Draco did pretty much the same while occasionally throwing in the usual petty insults.
The Slytherins were behind, but not by much as the game reached its ten-minute mark, but it was clear to everyone that they were starting to get restless. The game took an outrageously violent turn when two Slytherin chasers forced Katie to fly into the stand foundation, throwing her off her broom, she waved off any medical treatment, but it was clear that her wrist was totaled. That wasn't the worst play yet as Draco all but hammered Alicia in the face with the beaters bat he had stolen off his teammate. Thankfully, that's when Hooch called time.
The Gryffindors flew to their teammate while the Slytherins grinned in satisfaction. It took a while, but eventually, Harry and the others managed to calm the twins down, telling them that they could get Draco back with a prank, and the pair of damn near evil smirks made everyone, sans Alicia, who could barely see, shiver in fright.
"What the hell are we going to do, Wood?!" Angelina asked as she tended to her friend while waiting for Pomfrey to take her into the medical tent.
"I- I don't know. We might have to forfeit the game," he said, his jaw set tightly. Hearing these words made the rest of the team freeze.
"The hell did you just say?" Harry asked with a shocked expression before he thought of something quickly.
"What other choice do we have?!"
"Put me in the game," Harry said, turning to the team captain.
"What?"
"Put me in."
"But you're the seeker in this game," Fred stated slowly.
"No, swap out Katie for me. I'll play Chasers this match."
There was a moment of silence.
"No bloody way," Wood said, shaking his head furiously.
"It's like you said; what other choice do you have?! Alicia's out. There are no two ways about that, and Katie's wrist is completely stuffed.
"Madam Pomfrey will -" Katie started but didn't get to finish.
"Do you truly think she'll tend to you before she does, Alicia? You'll get a numbing potion for the pain, and then when she's done with 'Ali,' she'll get to you. We can't afford to wait that long." Harry said, turning back to Wood.
"Ali?" asked Katie.
"Alicia's a mouthful," Harry answered with a lazy wave of his hand as he continued to stare at his captain.
"Who's going to be playing seeker then?" he asked as he realized this made very well be his only option.
Harry didn't say a word, but he did turn to look at their newest member.
Everyone turned to look at Ginny as her eyes went wide with fright.
"Wh- Wait..."
"Harry, we can't!"
"It's the smartest move!" Harry argued. "She's green! The Slytherins won't see her as a threat. If anything, they'll target me. I'm the Potter on the field? They'll think Christmas came early! I'm good enough to avoid those bludgers and keep the score ahead while Ginny looks for the snitch."
"What about Malfoy? There's no way in hell he's going to leave Gin alone." Angelina asked, slowly getting on board with this plan.
Harry simply pointed at the Slytherin team, who were getting heavily reprimanded by Madam Hooch. They saw her officially state Malfoy's penalty, which was a ban for the next five games and fifty points taken from Slytherin house.
"Draco isn't a concern anymore. Guys, we can do this." Harry said with a determined nod.
The rest of the team looked around at one another nervously.
"What about the plays?" George asked.
"I'll just... wing it," Harry stated with a shrug.
"Wing it?" Wood asked dangerously.
"Yeah, just believe in me, guys, and I promise you it'll all work out."
Before they could respond, Madam Hooch approached the team.
"Two of your players are badly injured, Mister Wood. Is Gryffindor going to forfeit this match?" she asked, looking at Wood expectantly.
Oliver looked around at his team and nodded at Harry.
"No, Ma'am. We will replace our Chasers, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, with Harry Potter; Ginny Weasley will take the Seeker's spot." He told her.
With a nod, Madam Hooch took her broom and flew into the sky just as Pomfrey came to take the two injured away.
"Two of Gryffindor's Chasers have been greatly injured and are unable to continue with the match."
The announcement was met with cheers from the Slytherins and moans and boos from the other houses. Ignoring all of this, Madam Hooch continued.
"When asked about forfeit, the Captain, Oliver Wood, had stated that there will be two replacements made to the team."
The cheering and booing stopped as this news sank in with the public. Even the Slytherin Quidditch team seemed shocked.
"It has been decided that Harry Potter will replace the two Chasers, and the position of Seeker will be played by Miss Ginny Weasley. As such, the match will continue!"
There was a beat of silence before the cheering once again roared from the crowds, and the two teams took to the Sky, Angelina in the middle with Harry flanking on her left; Wood was positioned by the hoops while Fred and George took either side of the field with their bats at the ready and Ginny Weasley was slightly above the other players and had a view of the entire field.
"Let it be known that Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint have been banned from this match and, as such, have been replaced by Blaise Zabini and Robert Thorn, respectively. Now let the match... begin!" Madam Hooch shouted as she blew her whistle to signal the restart of the match.
The match was interesting, to say the least, Hermione noted with a frown. In the beginning, the Gryffindor seemed to have the tactical advantage, but now... it seemed as if they were just flying around. Slytherin seemed to take advantage of this and managed to score two more times. 170 – 190 to Gryffindor. They were catching up after the third goal, now putting Slytherin one point behind Gryffindor.
Angelina seemed to yell something at Harry and immediately got a response before Harry turned to yell at Ginny. The other two nodded, obviously accepting whatever he had told them to. Hermione frowned and saw Ron do the same.
"What do you think is going on?" he asked.
"Well, I think... Harry gave them instructions." Hermione said with a frown.
"Why would he do- Oh..." Ron grinned at the field.
"What's going on?" Lavender asked, asking the two in front of her.
"Harry's playing to Slytherin's weaknesses," Ron answered.
"What do you mean?" Hermione chimed in.
"I know this move. We played together back before the second year started."
"Hmm, he's quite the analytical thinker. I wonder who else in your little group of friends has the same thought process as him." Parvati said with a slight sing.
Hermione turned to glare at her before turning back to the field, and sure enough, it seemed as though they had something up their sleeve as they charged down the field.
"Johnson has the Quaffle, and she seems to be charging the Slytherin players, a quick pass to Harry and back to Johnson, and oh, she's feinted a throw and has made it past Thorn. She's quickly approaching the goal hoops, but she's blocked by Derrick!" Lee's voice once again boomed over the stadium.
Hermione watched as the chaser paused for a bit before she grinned and simply dropped the Quaffle. The bushy-haired girl blinked in confusion before Harry passed underneath the two in a blur with the ball in his hands. When the audience noticed this, they cheered loudly as Harry got past the keeper and scored for Gryffindor.
The match continued with more outrageous plays being made by Gryffindor, most working and few failing. Harry had a total of 9 goals scored between him, and Angelina had scored another 4, bringing the score to 320 – 290 for Gryffindor. She saw Harry turn and yell something to Ginny, and the girl took off, weaving in between the players with the Slytherin Seeker following as best he could, but it was too late as Ginny raised her fist in the air to reveal the tiny golden ball trapped in her palm.
As Madam Hooch blew her whistle, the sound echoed through the stadium, signaling the end of a hard-fought match and Gryffindor's well-deserved victory. The stands erupted in a deafening roar as the team's supporters jumped to their feet and cheered their heroes. The players themselves were ecstatic, hugging one another and leaping up and down in jubilation.But their joy was short-lived, as the sky suddenly darkened and a treacherous chill descended upon the field. The previously elated crowd was now replaced by shrieks of terror as hordes of Dementors swarmed the stadium and descended upon the players. The air was thick with the foul stench of decay, and the once boisterous cheers were replaced with gasps of fear and despair.
Panic broke out in the stadium, and the students rushed to flee while the Quidditch players rushed for the dressing rooms. However, Harry Potter, with his infamous luck, was not so lucky this time. As he tried to escape, he found himself surrounded in an instant by the ominous Dementors, their cold presence sending shivers down his spine. And if that wasn't enough, the sky chose that precise moment to unleash a sudden and heavy downpour, making Harry not only cold and wet but now blind as well, as the rain obscured his vision.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry exclaimed as he frantically looked around, trying to make sense of the chaos that surrounded him.
The once peaceful Quidditch pitch was now a battlefield, with dark, ominous clouds looming overhead and the eerie silence only broken by the sound of his own racing heartbeat. With no time to waste, he soared into the air, hoping to escape the danger that lurked above. However, his relief was short-lived as he soon realized that he had underestimated the speed and power of the Dementors, who were now closing in on him with frightening speed. Desperately trying to stay ahead of them, Harry pushed his broomstick to its limits, but it was no match for the relentless pursuit of the dark creatures.
As Harry frantically fled from the pursuing Dementors, he could feel the icy rain morphing into sharp sleet, pelting his face with stinging shards that sliced through the air with a fierce velocity. Despite the pain, he refused to let his fear consume him; his heart pounded in his chest as he pushed himself to go faster. His adrenaline-fueled escape came to a sudden halt when he felt a sudden jerk, causing him to spin around on his broom to see a grotesque creature latching onto it with a deathly grip.
As Harry gazed over his shoulder at the looming figures of the Dementors, his mind flashed back to the terrifying moment when he had been attacked by these dark creatures. In that moment, he had vowed to himself that he would never again succumb to weakness and allow his fears to control him. With a fierce determination coursing through his veins, Harry's eyes blazed with an intense fire as he suddenly bellowed out a resounding declaration: "No more!" As he spoke those two simple words, a surge of raw power exploded within him, filling his entire being with a force that he had never before experienced. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, and he could feel the electricity crackle and surge through him, igniting his nerves and setting his senses ablaze.
As the dementors closed in on him, their icy breaths sending shivers down his spine, Harry took a deep breath, his eyes glittering like molten gold. He knew that he had to act fast before they could suck out his soul and leave him as an empty shell.
With a steely determination, he lifted his hand and pointed it at the dementors, his fingers curling into a tight fist."Vade!" he shouted with all his might, his voice echoing through the dark and dreary alleyway. In an instant, a burst of golden light erupted from his hand, illuminating the surroundings with its brilliance.
The light spread like wildfire, engulfing the dementors in its warm embrace.The creatures writhed in agony as the spell took hold of them, their screams piercing the silence of the night. The windows nearby cracked and shattered into a million pieces, unable to withstand the sheer force of their torment. The sky itself seemed to howl with their pain, as if mourning the loss of these dark beings.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The dementors had turned to dust, their existence erased from the world forever.
As Harry stood there, soaking wet from the rain that had just stopped, he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding in his chest as he surveyed the scene before him. The dementors, those soul-sucking creatures that had caused him so much pain and fear in the past, had all disappeared into nothingness. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him, but he also couldn't help but notice something different this time.
Unlike the last time he had faced the dementors, Harry had fallen unconscious the moment he had used Vade to kill a single one of them. However, this time was different. This time, he had killed over ten of them, and he felt as calm and powerful as ever. It was a feeling that Harry had never experienced before, a feeling of control and strength that he had never known he possessed.
"You have reached it."
As the spell concluded, the golden circle that was once glowing brightly on top of Harry's palm vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint trail of ash. He momentarily gazed down at his now empty hand, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him before quickly rising into the air and soaring back towards his companions. However, as he approached the stadium, he couldn't help but notice the sizable gathering of people congregated at the center of the arena. He descended towards the ground, only to be greeted by a throng of onlookers who had come to witness the incredible spectacle that had just occurred. Among the crowd, Harry could make out the familiar figure of Dumbledore standing at the forefront, his eyes twinkling with pride and admiration as he surveyed the scene before him.
"Harry!"
"Harry Potter."
"The Killer of Dementors!!"
People cheered and applauded for the boy who lived, their voices ringing out in unison, filling the air with a sense of triumph and joy.
Suddenly, a warm hug enveloped Harry, and he felt the familiar embrace of Hermione's arms around him. Her bushy hair almost blinded him, but he didn't mind. In that moment, he was just grateful to be alive and to have his closest friends by his side. "I was so afraid," Hermione whispered, hugging him close as if afraid that he would disappear. Harry chuckled slightly, his arms around her waist, and he knew that he would always be grateful for the unwavering love and support of his friends.
"I won't leave you alone. Life would be boring." declared Harry with a charming grin on his face, his words bringing a playful chuckle from Hermione, who then pulled away from the embrace of her best friend before planting a quick peck on his cheek.
Harry's eyes glinted in amusement as he watched Ron, his other best friend, approach him with a wide smile on his face, extending his hand for a congratulatory shake.
"Good job, Mate," Ron exclaimed with enthusiasm, clearly proud of his friend's success. Harry returned the smile, feeling grateful for the unwavering support of his friends, even in the most challenging times. As he turned his gaze towards Professor Dumbledore
As Harry gazed into Professor Dumbledore's wise and knowing eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on him. His mind raced with questions, wondering if something was off, if there was something he had missed, or if there was something he needed to be aware of. The way Dumbledore was eyeing him, it was clear that something was going on.
"Professor?" Harry questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty, as he took a step closer to the wise old wizard. "Is everything okay?"
Dumbledore's calm and reassuring presence washed over Harry like a warm and comforting blanket. As he stepped towards Harry, he noticed the furrowed brow on the young wizard's face, and the way his eyes seemed to be shining with a strange and otherworldly light.
"Harry," Dumbledore said softly, placing a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "What happened to your eyes?"
"My eyes?"
Instead of answering, With a flick of his wrist, Dumbledore transformed his watch into a dazzling mirror that gleamed in the dimly lit room. As Harry eagerly reached out to take it, the wise old wizard hesitated for a moment, his piercing blue eyes seeming to peer deep into Harry's soul. Then, with a small smile and a nod, he handed the mirror over to the young wizard.
As Harry gazed into the reflective surface, he noticed - a shimmering golden ring that encircled his irises, sparkling like a star in the night sky.
Focusing a bit, Harry saw the ring disappear, it seemed his Holy Magic was always active now, but it seemed Dumbledore had one more question.
"Harry, my boy, what type of spell did you use?"