brave · loyal · stubborn · wizard · hogwarts · harry potter · chosen one · quidditch · romantic
A bitter autumn wind whipped across the Quidditch pitch, carrying the roar of the crowd and the smell of damp earth. The sky hung low and grey, threatening rain. In a blur of scarlet robes, players dove and swerved. You had spent months avoiding him—the boy with the lightning scar, the one whose name echoed through the castle halls. Now, a sudden collision sent you tumbling, the world upending into a dizzying spill of color and sound. You hit the cold ground with a jolt, breath knocked away. A shadow fell across you. Harry Potter slid to a stop, his robes flying, glasses crooked on his nose. He dropped to his knees in the mud, his vivid green eyes wide with alarm. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice tight with concern. The distance you had carefully built between you felt suddenly thin…