Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be rich, famous and over the age of twenty. I am neither of those things.
It Started With A Bludger
The deafening cheers of students and teachers alike could be heard even from the skies above. The Gryffindor chaser had just scored once again, adding another ten points to the team's total.
"And it looks like Ginny Weasley has just scored another goal for Gryffindor, bringing the team a total of sixty points!" the commentator, Seamus Finnigan announced proudly, voice only just loud enough to be heard over the cheers of the Gryffindor's in the stands, merged in with the boo's of the Slytherin's.
Harry Potter circled the skies as he searched for the snitch, not even halting the cheer with his housemates. One slip up could mean the loss of the game and the cup.
He could see Draco Malfoy at the other side of the pitch, slightly lower down than he was as the blonde also searched for the golden snitch.
A shimmer of gold at the corner of his eye brought Harry's attention to the snitch, hovering just above Malfoy's head.
It didn't look like the Slytherin had spotted it yet, though Harry knew that if he moved towards it, Malfoy would catch on instantly.
He bit his lip in thought before grinning broadly.
Tipping the front of his broom down, he began his rapid descent down towards the ground, hand outstretched as if he were reaching for the snitch.
"It looks like Potter's spotted the snitch!" Seamus cried, bringing Malfoy's attention to the raven haired Gryffindor.
Though he couldn't see it, Draco shot of on his broom and away from the snitch, still hovering just inches away from him.
Once Draco was far away enough from the snitch, Harry brought his broom back up and shot in the direction of the snitch.
"It was a bluff!" Seamus gasped. "The snitch is on the other side of the pitch. Potter's almost got it!"
Harry was now just inches away from the snitch. He reached his hand forward, pushing his broom to its limits and… "POTTER'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Seamus cheered excitedly, along with the Gryffndor's in the stands.
Harry held the snitch up in the air, panting after the tiring pursuit, though with a lopsided grin on his face.
Just them, screams from the Hufflepuff side of the stands alerted everyone else to what was going on at the other side of the pitch.
A couple of first years had thought it would be a good idea to use the school brooms to get a closer look at the game.
A stray bludger had slammed into a young Slytherin boy, knocking him off his broom and sending him spiraling towards the ground.
Harry didn't even blink as he dropped the snitch he had been waving above his head and sped towards the boy, knowing that a fall from such a height could prove fatal.
He ignored his watery eyes as the wind blew harshly against them as he pushed his broom to go faster.
"Come on, come on, come on!" he repeated under his breath.
The boy was falling just a little slower now, thanks to one of the teachers, most likely Snape or Dumbledore, though the impact was still likely to be deadly.
The stands were completely quiet, everyone holding their breath as they watched Gryffindor's "golden boy" race to save a Slytherin.
The boy was just in front of him now.
Harry turned his broom to the side, parking it just beside the boy.
He lifted his arms out to the side, just in time for the slytherin to fall into them.
The boy was unconscious. From shock or from the bludger's impact, Harry didn't know. He set the younger boy on the broom in front of him so that he lay against Harry's chest.
He then lowered them both slowly towards the ground and to where the teachers were waiting for them.
As soon as they were close enough, Professor Snape lifted the Slytherin from the broom, setting him down on the ground just in time for Madam Pomfrey to come bustling through the door, followed by two Slytherin girls.
Whilst the Matron fussed over the boy, Harry hopped off his broom and turned to his friends as they rushed over.
"Great catch mate!" Ron huffed, slightly out of breath from the run.
Hermione threw her arms around Harry's neck as soon as he was within reach.
"It's a good thing Professor Snape used the Arresto Momentum charm when he did otherwise you may not have gotten to him on time" she told him once she'd pulled away.
'So it was Snape' Harry idly thought before he replied. "I'm just glad he was a first year and not an older student otherwise he'd've been too heavy for me to catch."
Both of his friends nodded their agreement before turning back to where the, still unconscious, Slytherin was now being levitated onto a stretcher.
A bandage was wrapped around his head and a brace around his neck.
"Will he be alright sir?" Harry asked as he walked to stand beside the headmaster.
Dumbledore turned to look at Harry before answering, "Young Mr. Anderson has sustained some serious injuries, though it is thanks to you that he is still with us."
Harry didn't bother replying, knowing that Dumbledore wasn't expecting him to. The two of them, as well as the rest of the school, watched as the young Slytherin was taken away, multiple older students in the same house following closely behind their head of house.
Only an hour later, a certain dark haired professor sat in his dungeon quarters, bottle of firewhiskey in hand as he poured himself a second glass.
As much as he didn't want to believe it, James Potter would've never done what Harry had done to save a Slytherin. The elder Potter had been much too arrogant.
For the first time in six years, Severus Snape was beginning to see that maybe, just maybe, a little part of Lily Evans lived on in her son.
"Ten points to Gryffindor" he whispered as he brought the glass to his lips.
I hope you liked the first chapter of my story. Please review if you liked it. The next chapter should be up shortly and will hopefully be longer than this one. :-)