“Today is a special day…” Flint said he was in between the speech to his team.

Ronan was standing on the other side of the room. Before him was the box of flying glasses for everyone. He was casting Impervious Charm on all of them, which would make them all water and mist resistance. This would be helpful for his teammates as they were playing in this awful weather.

Flint’s speech mostly contained slang saying Gryffindor this and Gryffindor that. It was not very a inspiring speech. But it did hyped a few people and they were off.

As they got to the field, they saw Gryffindor approaching from the other side, with their crimson red robes. The Captains walked up to each other and shook hands.

He then saw Madam Hooch’s mouth form the words, “Mount your brooms.” He pulled his right foot out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over his Nimbus Two Thousand One. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant, and they were off.

He rose in the air, at the same height as the other chaser. Ronan looked around and saw that one could hardly see anything in this weather. This really was the worst condition that anyone could play quidditch in. He looked to his right and saw that most of the professors had come out to watch the game. The only exceptions were Lupin and Dumbledore.

And with another whistle, the balls were in the air and they were off.

Ronan straight away sped up towards the Quaffle, using his telekinesis to slightly attract the ball towards him. And when the ball was finally in his grasp, he turned around and started heading towards the goalpost. His telekinesis sense told him that the Gryffindor Chaser was just behind him. And it was then he felt something fast and heavy, heading his way. Immediately he did a 360 on his axis, avoiding the bludger that just brushed his hair.

When he got to the goalpost, he saw that Wood was already waiting for him, in his position as the goalkeeper. Ronan got closer and raised his hand to throw the Quaffle. It was then Chasers behind him sped up and tried to intercept the ball, along with Wood. But instead of throwing it in one of the hoops, he sends it downwards. Where the other two Slytherin Chasers were waiting for him.

One of the Slytherin chasers caught the ball with ease, and then changed the trajectory of the ball and sent it in the left goalpost.

It was a goal.

Slytherins cheered and started echoing throughout the ground. But Ronan on the other hand disregarded the cheers, the match had only started…

Fifteen minutes into the game, the Gryffindor team called for a time-out. All the Slytherins came down as well and hurdled up together. Malfoy who had been hovering over the ground looking for Snitch, quickly asked, “What’s the score?”

“We are at 120 points. Gryffindor is at 40. We are winning,” Flint said with a smile.

“What is the situation with Snitch?” Grace, a fifth-year student asked.

With a venomous voice, Draco spoke, “It is very hard to find the damn thing in such a weather. Potter is having a hard as well,”

“That is not it at all,” Jamie, a sixth-year student added, “I saw the glasses of those lot. They have not cast impervious magic on them. They all have a very bad visibility,”

Ronan then quickly added, “That would change from this point onwards. I reckon that Hermione would cast the Impervious Charm on their goggles now. I am sure that she knows about that spell,”

“How are you so sure?” Flint asked.

Ronan shrugged, “Well that girl always copies what I do, including the books that I have read or am about to read. She would read about this spell,”

“Well that's bloody amazing,” someone exclaimed from the back.

Flint shook his head, “Doesn't matter. Chaser and Beater, you will now double your efforts. We need to score enough goals that even if we dont get the snitch, we would still be able to win the match,” Everyone nodded, “And Draco, make sure that Potter dont get to snitch before we have scored enough goals,” Malfoy nodded. And they were off once again…

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***

The weather was getting worse as the time passed by. Hermione looked at the match taking place before her, and couldnt help but think about how those guys were playing. She and her friends were in the stands, wearing waterproof ponchos, and they were all getting cold with every passing moment. Although she was enjoying watching the match, she still hated the weather. And couldnt even comprehend how those guys were playing out there.

“Hermione,” Came the voice of Ron, who was standing beside her, “Your spell is brilliant. Look at them go, they are now playing much better than before.”

“You are a genius, Hermione,” Neville said as he waved the flag of Gryffindor in the air.

But will this be enough? She couldnt help but ask. Since the half-time, it was true that Gryffindor was able to do a lot better than before. But the Slytherin team was not lagging behind, and she felt that they had upped their efforts. And if this goes on, even if Harry catches the snitch, even then they would lose for sure.

She then heard Gryffindor exclaim, and they saw that Draco had dove down toward the ground. And not long after, Harry also dove down. Soon came a time when they were going toe to toe, chasing after a golden silhouette.

“GO HARRY GO!” she screamed. It was then she heard that Slytherin made another goal.

Then came a time when both Draco and Harry started ascending in the air. Hermione crossed her fingers, hoping for Harry to catch the snitch. But then she felt something was wrong. She started feeling cold, excessively cold. She looked around, nobody around here was cheering. Even Slytherin had become quiet. She felt something was wrong

Out of nowhere, a Dementor came floating up. Her whole body got tensed up seeing the creature. Everyone around her was startled by the sudden appearance, but no one moved a muscle in front of him. They all stood there petrified in fear.

The Dementor then opened its mouth and started sucking some sort of hue from the person on her right, Neville.

She wanted to do something, but she didnt know what to do. It was then she saw that more Dementors were coming towards the ground. And just when she was losing all hope, a bright flash of light scared the Dementor away. She saw an astral tiger, floating in the middle of the field, roaring in defiance in the air. The tiger was producing his light shockwaves, that scared all the Dementors away.

“UH!” Lavender Brown, who standing not too far away from her suddenly gasped. She looked in the direction and saw Harry falling towards the ground. Before he could make contact, Ronan zoomed in and grabbed Harry by its arms.

Ronan lost control of the broom because of excessive weight and they both crashed and landed on the ground. She heard a whistle, and looked up to see Draco Malfoy smirking with a golden snitch in his hands…

***

Harry was in the air, he was about to grab the snitch when he became aware that something was moving on the field below.

Before he had time to think, Harry had taken his eyes off the Snitch and looked down. At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at him, were standing beneath him. It was as though freezing water were rising in his chest, cutting at his insides. And then he heard it again. … Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head … a woman …

“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!” he heard the familiar voice.

“Stand aside, you mud blood… stand aside, now. He had to die, along with the other two…”

“Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead…”

Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Harry’s brain. … What was he doing? Why was he flying? He needed to help her. … She was going to die. … She was going to be murdered. …

He was falling, falling through the icy mist. “Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy. …” One of the women was laughing manically, the woman was screaming, and Harry knew no more…

Harry’s eyes snapped open. He was lying in the hospital wing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was gathered around his bed. Ron and Hermione were also there, looking as though they’d just climbed out of a swimming pool.

“Harry!” said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath the mud. “How are you feeling?” It was then he remembered everything that happened.

He sat up straight, and asked, “What happened?”

“You fell off,” said Fred. “Must have been… what… seventy feet?”

“You might have died, if it weren't for…” said Alicia, who was shaking.

“It wasn't for.. Who?” he asked. The Gryffindor's team then separated to let him see, two beds down were the Slytherin team, gathered around a bed.

“It was Ronan.” Hermione said, “He was the one who scared Dementors away,”

“Is he okay?” he asked.

George nodded, “He is fine. Just broke his broom and tooth while catching you,”

Harry was taken aback. He felt sad, but then he realized the most important thing, “The match,” said Harry. “What happened? Are we doing a replay?”

No one said anything. The horrible truth sank into Harry like a stone. “We didn’t… lose?”

“Malfoy got the Snitch,” said Angelina. “Just after you fell… Wood wanted a rematch, but Hooch didnt allow it. According to her, Malfoy won fair and square.”

“Where is Wood?” said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there.

“Still in the showers,” said Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”

Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly. “C’mon, Harry, you’ve never missed the Snitch before.”

“There had to be one time you didn’t get it,” said George.

Harry lay there, not saying a word. They had lost … for the first time, he had lost a Quidditch match. After ten minutes or so, Madam Pomfrey came over to tell the team to leave him in peace. “We’ll come and see you later,” Fred told him. “Don’t beat yourself up, Harry, you’re still the best Seeker we’ve ever had.”

The team trooped out, trailing mud behind them. Madam Pomfrey shut the door behind them, looking disapproving. Ron and Hermione moved nearer to Harry’s bed…