Howl At Dawn || A Remus Lupin/Marauders' Era Story

Qudditch With A Twist

        “Welcome, Hogwarts students, to today’s Quidditch match!” Emily announced. “Today’s game: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw!” I smiled, hovering in the air above the chest that held the Quaffle, Bludgers, and Snitch. Madam Hooch walked onto the field and opened the chest. “The Bludgers are released, followed by the Golden Snitch!” Madam Hooch picked up the Quaffle and looked at us.
        “I want a nice clean game from all of you,” she said. I looked at James Potter and smirked. Madame Hooch tossed up the Quaffle as my eyes trailed a streak of gold. As James grabbed the Quaffle, I sped towards the Snitch, as well as David Masson, the Gryffindor seeker.
        I won’t describe the amount of wrestling and high speed chases for the Snitch, but, long story short, we lost the Snitch. As I sat above the rest of the teams, looking for that little golden ball, I was at peace. Here, there was no one talking about what had happened ten years previous. I saw a flicker of gold on the other side of the pitch and sped towards it. While weaving through the players, someone ran into me. I didn’t see who it was.
        I was too busy trying to pull myself back onto my broom. As I dangled by just my arms, fifty-something feet above the ground, I felt another searing pain in my shoulder. I felt my fingers slipping off the broom.
        “Here!” I heard. I looked at the source of the voice. It was James Potter. He reached his hand out, and I grabbed it. Both of our hands were sweaty, and I slipped, hanging by only a few fingers. “Come on!” I grabbed his hand again, and he flew up, pulling me back onto my broom. I smiled shyly at him and flew off in search of the Snitch.

James’ P.O.V.
        I walked into the locker room after losing the game to Ravenclaw and was immediately greeted by an annoyed Sirius.
        “Why would you do that?” he asked. “It would’ve been impossible for Ravenclaw to win had you not helped their seeker.” I shook my head.
        “She was fifty feet in the air,” I told him. “You know as well as I that she would’ve died had she fallen.” He shook his head.
        “Dumbledore wouldn’t have let that happen,” he said. I pulled my shirt over my head.
        “Listen,” I snapped. “You’re the one who wanted to find out about her. If this is gonna work, if we’re gonna find out everything we need to know, we need to make sure it doesn’t seem like anything.” He had ice in his eyes, but eventually nodded.
        “You’re right,” he said. “Like always.”