Changing the Plot: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

AMAIRA'S POV—

Today's the day for the Quidditch tournament's first match. This match was one of the anticipating matches of all time. It was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. It was raining. My dear father also came to see the match.

Suddenly, Fint came towards me. He said, "Malfoy, you are in. Get ready and change into your uniform?"

Do I want to play? The answer is, no. Can I say this to him? The answer is, no. I asked, "What happened to Steven? Isn't he your seeker?"

Flint scoffed, "Bloke's got a bad stomach ache. He can't play. So, you are. Now, go and get ready." Sighing, I went towards the locker room, took my uniform and entered the bathroom to change. I changed into Slytherin clothes and entered the field.

If you want to ask me about my broken nose then, you don't need to worry. My nose is completely healed.

The Gryffindor team was shocked to see me. They never expected to see me, especially Potter. Soon, the match started. Our team's chasers were very dominant, taking a 60-0 lead at one point.

Rain was making it difficult for me to catch the Golden Snitch. I was flying rapidly towards the snitch on my broomstick.

Suddenly, I saw a rogue Bludger was relentlessly pursuing Potter. According to the book, he would be hit by a Bludger after the timeout. Dobby, my house-elf would be responsible for all of this. It's because he thought that by doing this, he can send Potter back to his house, such that he won't continue his second year in Hogwarts.

Like the cannon, Oliver took a timeout. Potter and his team started discussing amongst themselves.

Reaching down, I walked towards my teammates. Flint mocked, "Good work, Malfoy. You are doing great."

I sneered, "You are the one who asked me to play at the very last moment. Also, I don't even like this game. It's a pointless game."

"Careful now, Malfoy. I do believe it's your father favourite game," warned Flint. Of course, he would blackmail if by taking my father's name.

I sighed, "What do you want me to do? Huh, Flint?"

"Play with your utmost capacity. I need to win this match," he glared at me, "I am allowing you to play this match only. After that, I will have my Seeker back and our team won't need you. If you don't then, next match... you will be a Beater."

What?! I don't want to be a Beater. With how much seriousness Flint said that sentence, I really think he would put me in the team as a Beater.

I asked, "Never again?"

"No. Just this last time. So, play a bit harder," assured Flint. I nodded my head in acceptance. If playing seriously once would result in not being on the team then, I will play seriously this once.

The match started again. As soon as the whistle blew, I quickly flew towards the Snitch. Potter did the same. This resulted in an air-battle between us. A part of me thought that I should let Potter catch it but, I crushed that desire that was building inside of me. Sure, it might result in some points but, it won't give me satisfaction. Apart from this, I want to taste the feeling of defeating this world's protagonist once.

|Mission: Defeat the protagonist of this world in his own favourite game.

Rewards: 500 Level Points

Failure: No points|

Hmmm... I do think now... I have to definitely beat him. 500 points is a very-very big deal.

Both of us started accelerating our brooms. Sometimes, he was near the Snitch and sometimes, I was. Neither of us was giving any kind of advantage to the other.

Just as Potter was about to catch it, the wild Bludger reappeared and tried to hit him. He tried to get rid of it by accelerating even more, but it was in vain. Taking this as an advantage, I tried to close the distance between me and it.

Seeing me almost catching it, Potter rushed after me, with the Bludger in tow. With his broom, he moved his body above me and lowered to catch it.

Suddenly, a plan entered my mind. I looked behind and saw the Bludger was almost near me. It was sandwiched between me and him. If I go down a bit and lower my speed, I would be giving it to hit Potter. Obviously, he would dodge it. But he would have to let of the Snitch.

As planned, I decreased my speed and lowered down a bit, giving the wild Bludger a full access to Potter. Like predicted, Potter had to go up in order to dodge it.

Buckling up, I shoot towards the Snitch. Slowly, I moved towards the handle's end and leaned to hold it.

The Snitch was just a few centimetres away from me. "Yahhhh!!!" I yelled in anger and used all of my strength and grabbed the ball.

"Slytherin... wins the match," said the commentator. I don't know if it was McGonagall or, Jordan. All my concentration was on the points that I would get.

|+500 Level Points|

|Level- 10|

Just before I could celebrate, I saw the same Bludger coming towards me. But before I could do anything, it hit right in my arm and throwing me out of my broomstick.