The journey to the Quidditch World Cup final had been grueling, but Toji thrived under pressure. He played through the quarterfinals and semifinals with effortless grace, systematically dismantling the competition. The anticipation for the final match only grew as Toji continued to shine, leading England to a showdown against Ireland. The wizarding community was abuzz with excitement: a young Seeker, no more than a second-year Hogwarts student, had taken England to the finals, and people couldn't help but ask—could Harry Potter bring home the cup?
As the school year went on, Toji divided his time between studies, spending time with his girlfriends—Hermione, Daphne, and Tracey—and maneuvering his way through the Ministry. He used his invisibility cloak to snoop around the Ministry of Magic, eavesdropping on meetings, slipping into restricted archives, and uncovering secrets that many in power thought buried for good. He found things that could ruin reputations and bring the Ministry to its knees, should he choose to expose them.
For now, however, Toji simply gathered information. Knowledge was power, and power was something he intended to use wisely and at the right time. The Ministry would be in his hands one day—either directly or indirectly—and everything he learned could be used as leverage. But that was for the future; today, there was a much more immediate concern—the Quidditch World Cup final.
The day of the final arrived, and the tension in the air was palpable. The stadium was a massive arena, filled with spectators from all over the world, decked out in vibrant colors representing their teams. Red and white flags for England fluttered in the wind, and green and gold for Ireland adorned every corner of the stadium.
The stadium buzzed with a cacophony of cheers, the roar of excited fans echoing across the massive stands. Magical banners hovered in the sky, showcasing players' names, while enchanted fireworks burst in midair, showering the crowds with sparkling lights.
The commentator's voice filled the air, carrying the excitement of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final match of the Quidditch World Cup! Today, we have an exhilarating game ahead of us—England versus Ireland!"
Toji stood with his teammates in the England locker room, the hum of the excited crowd reaching even through the stone walls. His green eyes gleamed as he adjusted his crimson Quidditch robes. He could hear the chants echoing in the air—people calling his name. The youngest Seeker in history, Harry Potter, was playing in the Quidditch World Cup final, and the world was watching.
Coach Montgomery paced the room, his voice loud as he gave his final instructions. "Listen up, everyone! Ireland is no joke. They've got a solid lineup, and their Beaters are some of the best we've faced. Keep your eyes open and watch out for Bludgers. And Harry—" the coach looked at Toji, "you know what to do. We need you to get that Snitch."
Toji gave a nod, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. "As long as I'm in the sky, that Snitch belongs to us."
With that, they walked out onto the pitch, greeted by deafening cheers and flashing lights. Toji mounted his broom, the Firebolt, which had been gifted to him by a group of influential supporters. He could feel the smooth handle beneath his fingers, and his heart began to pound with excitement. He loved this—the thrill of the game, the roar of the crowd, the feeling of being untouchable in the air.
The referee's whistle blew, and with that, the game began.
The players kicked off from the ground, soaring into the air. Toji zoomed up, his eyes immediately scanning the field for the Snitch. The Irish Seeker, a tall, agile wizard named Cian O'Sullivan, was also on the hunt. The Quaffle was tossed between the Chasers, and the game was on.
"And it's England in possession!" the commentator's voice rang out. "The Chasers are making their way down the pitch—oh, beautiful pass by Jenkins! The Irish Chasers are moving in—watch out for Connolly, he's known for his aggressive tackles!"
Toji's eyes narrowed as he caught a glint of gold in the distance, the Snitch fluttering near the Irish goalposts. He shot forward, cutting through the air like an arrow. The Irish Seeker, O'Sullivan, noticed him and immediately followed, the two Seekers racing neck and neck.
The Irish Beaters, seeing their Seeker in pursuit, swung their bats with precision, sending a Bludger hurtling towards Toji. He dodged to the side with fluid grace, his body leaning into the broom as he sped forward, closing the gap between himself and the Snitch.
Suddenly, O'Sullivan pulled ahead, nudging Toji's broom with his own to push him off course. Toji's eyes flickered with irritation, but he quickly regained his focus. Instead of retaliating, he pulled his broom into a sharp dive, making a split-second decision.
"Harry Potter's diving—what's he doing?!" the commentator exclaimed, the crowd gasping.
O'Sullivan hesitated for a fraction of a second, uncertain if Toji had seen the Snitch or was feinting. That hesitation was all Toji needed. He pulled up from the dive, his Firebolt responding instantly as he shot back into the air. The Snitch was now just within reach, fluttering erratically.
But just as Toji reached out, O'Sullivan came barreling toward him. Toji smirked—he'd been waiting for this. Instead of reaching for the Snitch, he twisted his body off his broom, hanging upside down with one arm as he let O'Sullivan overshoot.
The crowd roared as Toji performed a one-handed catch, grabbing the Snitch out of the air while still hanging upside down. He swung himself back up, holding the Snitch high, his grin evident even from the stands.
"HE'S GOT IT! HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! ENGLAND WINS THE WORLD CUP!"
The stadium erupted in cheers, the roar deafening as fireworks exploded in the air, and banners of red and white flashed across the sky. Toji circled the pitch, holding the Snitch aloft, soaking in the cheers and applause. His teammates rushed forward, surrounding him, their faces beaming with joy.
The Irish players, though disappointed, couldn't help but acknowledge the incredible skill they had just witnessed. O'Sullivan flew over, giving Toji a nod. "That was... unbelievable," he said, offering his hand.
Toji shook it, his smirk never fading. "Better luck next time," he said, his tone confident but not unkind.
As the celebrations continued, Toji stood on a podium, the Quidditch World Cup trophy in his hands. The commentator's voice boomed across the stadium once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, the youngest Seeker to ever win the Quidditch World Cup—Harry Potter!"
The crowd roared, and Toji looked around, his green eyes alight with something fierce. This was what he lived for—the thrill of victory, the adoration of the crowd, the sense of power that came with being the best. He raised the trophy high, and the cheers grew even louder.
As the noise subsided just slightly, Toji leaned into the microphone placed before him, his voice carrying across the stadium. "As long as I play," he said, his voice smooth and confident, "England will never lose."
The crowd erupted again, a mixture of awe, excitement, and a bit of shock at his declaration. But Toji knew it wasn't arrogance—it was the truth. He was born to conquer, whether it be on the Quidditch pitch, in the Wizarding World, or beyond.
After the Game:
Excerpt from The Daily Prophet, Special Edition:
"He Who Rules the Heavens: The Unstoppable Rise of Harry Potter"
The wizarding world is abuzz with excitement and awe as The Boy Who Lived has once again made history—this time, not by vanquishing dark forces, but by ruling the skies. Harry Potter, at the astonishing age of twelve, has become the youngest Seeker in history to participate in and win the Quidditch World Cup, setting an unprecedented record for catching the Golden Snitch in every single match he played.
The young prodigy led England to victory with a flawless track record, snatching the elusive Snitch before his opponents could even come close, and doing so with a level of finesse that has left veteran players and fans alike in stunned admiration. Commentators, enchanted by his daring feats and audacious maneuvers, have now given him a new title: "He Who Rules the Heavens".
The name is fitting, for Potter soared above the competition, seemingly untouchable, dominating each game with a combination of skill, agility, and strategic genius that the sport has never seen before. From dizzying mid-air acrobatics to breathtaking dives, Harry Potter showcased a mastery of the broom and a fearless determination that has redefined the standard for Seekers worldwide.
The Quidditch World Cup has seen many legendary Seekers over the decades, but never has there been one who commanded such complete and utter control of the pitch at such a young age. Potter's victory marks the beginning of a new era in Quidditch history, and fans across the globe are already calling for his continued involvement in international play.
"As long as Harry Potter plays, England will never lose." These were the words of the young champion himself, spoken after lifting the Quidditch World Cup trophy. And who could doubt him? With the sky as his dominion, He Who Rules the Heavens seems destined for a legacy unlike any other.
The name Harry Potter has long been associated with miracles and legends. Today, a new chapter is written: Harry Potter—the Seeker, the Champion, and now, the one who reigns supreme over the heavens.