"I want Hermione here now."
The crowd looked confused and exchanged glances. Although Dumbledore was perplexed he granted (Y/N)'s request, "Mr Jordan do him a favour and call for Miss Granger." (Y/N) had now just realised Lee was there, holding his magical megaphone. "Can we get a Granger down here now?"
Hermione's POV
"I repeat, can we get a Granger down here now?"
Hermione had just been called to go down to the crowd of people but she had no idea why. "Hermione ye need to go!" Hagrid called out to her and Neville and Ron shouted in unison, "We'll come as well!"
They walked down to the crowd and she faced a horrible sight.
"Oh my god!" She almost screamed at the sight, (Y/N) had blood on his clothes and was on his hands and knees. "We all saw what happened but...why did you call for me?!" (Y/N) motioned for her to come over and she immediately dropped down on her knees right beside him. He leaned in and placed his mouth to her ear and whispered. "Remember how I had asked you to take my wand just in case?" He pulled back and Hermione noticed he had pulled the wand from her pocket and into his sleeve.
"Alicia do you remember that practice we had and you lost your revision books and stuff until I found them and gave them to you? Well I took them for a bit and as it turns out you are a bit of an over achiever in the library and had some great notes on healing spells."
Dumbledore had fully realised why (Y/N) called Hermione down. "(Y/N) DON-" the damage was already done. He let his wand fall from his sleeve and into his hand. He pointed his wand to his chest and yelled. "Brackium Emendo!" The cracks that followed were like gunshots and caused everyone near to cringe. (Y/N) screamed in agony and began to breath heavily. After a pause he spoke, "See Hooch, what injuries do I have that could possibly warrant a match end?"
McGonagall snatched his wand "You foolish boy!" Another voice called through the crowd, "Let me through, Jordan let me THROUGH!" Pomfrey broke through the crowd and collapsed to her knees on the opposite side of where Hermione was by (Y/N). "Ok let's look at the dam-...the bones should be broken. What did you do?" (Y/N) smirked at her "Oh just a little bone re-mending."
He was hit hard on the head by Pomfrey "You stupid boy!...Even I must admit though, you may have a career in healing." Looking up at the crowd she spoke "He may be experiencing pain and dizziness but other than that he completely healed himself."
Dumbledore gave (Y/N) a half smile and half angry frown. "If you are truly con-" (Y/N) stood up and simply stated "Yep fully confident. Now Jordan give me that." He snatched the megaphone from Jordan, letting his voice fill the pitch.
"The match will resume because Flint hits like an old man!" Cheers filled the air and everyone began chanting, although it was clear Slytherin was not pleased. "Sorry sir I'm sure you hit better than Flint." (Y/N) gave a Dumbledore a grin and turned to Hooch. "Now Hooch wanna let us take our positions and blow that whistle?" He handed the megaphone back to an open mouthed Lee.
Even Hermione had to admit she just witnessed (Y/N) do something absolutely idiotic and marvellous.
(Y/N)'s POV
Hooch called out the penalty and the Gryffindor team flew back up to take it. (Y/N) looked at Flint, the whole time never taking his eyes off him. He looked at him with a giant smirk on his face. "I meant what I said Flint. Next time put more effort into it." Hooch handed him the Quaffle and (Y/N) immediately went dead eyed, gripped the ball and looked directly at the keeper.
Hooch blew the whistle and (Y/N) pelted it towards the keeper. She flew up and out of the way and let the ball go straight in. As the team flew away (Y/N) heard Flint start to scream at her. "Flint, I would've broken every bone in my arms if I attempted to catch that!"
