THE OFFICIAL QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP - OG Harry/Draco
Even during the War, he had never seen so many people on his property before.
A bit of anxiety wore at him, knowing the time was upon him. The moment had come, fans roaring in the stands for the World Cup to ensue and knew that only he and Potter stood between them and their game, America vs. Wales.
He would have every eye of the stadium upon him and the Boy Wonder, many of those eyes betting on his failure.
He glanced to his desk, where the prized Golden Snidget tucked its long beak down under his tiny wing in its black wire cage, looking incredibly ridiculous as its entire body was round as a ball.
Round as a Snitch, he thought with narrowed eyes, and he resisted the urge to crush it in his hands right here. He remembered the Minister's warning that only one bird would be allowed for this match, and Draco had signed an agreement.
He donned his Quidditch gear and grabbed the Snidget cage, throwing open the double set of windows, and flying directly out of it: heading to the stadium in a whir of wind and black robes.
A bit of anxiety wore at him, knowing the time was upon him. The moment had come, fans roaring in the stands for the World Cup to ensue and knew that only he and Potter stood between them and their game, America vs. Wales.
He would have every eye of the stadium upon him and the Boy Wonder, many of those eyes betting on his failure.
He glanced to his desk, where the prized Golden Snidget tucked its long beak down under his tiny wing in its black wire cage, looking incredibly ridiculous as its entire body was round as a ball.
Round as a Snitch, he thought with narrowed eyes, and he resisted the urge to crush it in his hands right here. He remembered the Minister's warning that only one bird would be allowed for this match, and Draco had signed an agreement.
He donned his Quidditch gear and grabbed the Snidget cage, throwing open the double set of windows, and flying directly out of it: heading to the stadium in a whir of wind and black robes.