Of Darkness and Light
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,309
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Each and every member of Hogwarts pressed their hands to their faces as they watched both Seekers, one blonde, one dark, dive almost in unison for the glittering movement of the Golden Snitch, which was hovering between two of the Slytherin goalposts. They accelerated towards the ground, faster than a freefall, each racing the other for that elusive shimmer.
Harry, slightly faster than Malfoy, drew ahead slightly, and as the Snitch made a movement upwards, and as Malfoy’s arm clawed at his, trying to pull it back, making fresh livid red weals on the skin, he closed his leather-clad fingers around the hard smoothness of the Snitch and drew it back to him, his fingers slipping slightly on his broomstick, as he dodged between the goalposts, as the Quidditch stands erupted in a cacophony of cheering and Malfoy, swearing loudly, flew full tilt into one of the thick golden goalposts and dropped twenty feet to the hard, frost covered ground, landing unconscious, his Nimbus lying broken beside him.
Eyes widening in shock, Harry turned quickly, as the rest of the Slytherin team converged on Malfoy, those who had already dismounted in defeat running full tilt, the rest flying to hover above their fallen team mate. Harry couldn’t see him clearly. The ecstatic cheering died down quickly as the rest of Hogwarts realised something had happened, and a harsh susurration filled is just as rapidly.
Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape both ran onto the pitch, pushing back the Slytherin team urgently to magic Malfoy onto a stretcher, blood dripping quickly down one side of his head, staining the silver-blonde of his hair and the rich green of his Quidditch robes.
Harry stared at him dumbly, as he was carried back up to the castle.
Each and every member of Hogwarts pressed their hands to their faces as they watched both Seekers, one blonde, one dark, dive almost in unison for the glittering movement of the Golden Snitch, which was hovering between two of the Slytherin goalposts. They accelerated towards the ground, faster than a freefall, each racing the other for that elusive shimmer.
Harry, slightly faster than Malfoy, drew ahead slightly, and as the Snitch made a movement upwards, and as Malfoy’s arm clawed at his, trying to pull it back, making fresh livid red weals on the skin, he closed his leather-clad fingers around the hard smoothness of the Snitch and drew it back to him, his fingers slipping slightly on his broomstick, as he dodged between the goalposts, as the Quidditch stands erupted in a cacophony of cheering and Malfoy, swearing loudly, flew full tilt into one of the thick golden goalposts and dropped twenty feet to the hard, frost covered ground, landing unconscious, his Nimbus lying broken beside him.
Eyes widening in shock, Harry turned quickly, as the rest of the Slytherin team converged on Malfoy, those who had already dismounted in defeat running full tilt, the rest flying to hover above their fallen team mate. Harry couldn’t see him clearly. The ecstatic cheering died down quickly as the rest of Hogwarts realised something had happened, and a harsh susurration filled is just as rapidly.
Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape both ran onto the pitch, pushing back the Slytherin team urgently to magic Malfoy onto a stretcher, blood dripping quickly down one side of his head, staining the silver-blonde of his hair and the rich green of his Quidditch robes.
Harry stared at him dumbly, as he was carried back up to the castle.