Harry Potter: Quidditch Captain Novels & Stories

He vaulted over the boards, swept me up, and spun me around three times. "Quinn! We won!" He set me down, cupped my face in both hands, and, in front of the thousands of spectators, shouted. "Quinn! I'll follow your tactics, and from now on you can boss me around too. Deal?" The whole place erupted in roof-raising whoops and screams. Blake led the charge with a wolf whistle. It was an intensely romantic, intensely thrilling moment. Everyone thought I'd nod through my tears. But I didn't.

“He says he’s proud of the championship. But I know he still wants me in the company boardroom by fall.” Vivi set her brush down. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head. The embrace carried everything they couldn’t say—the fear of the future, the strength they found in each other, the quiet promise that they would not let outside forces pull them apart. Marcus sent daily updates. The unknown sender had gone silent, but that silence felt louder than any threat. Professor Lang added extra security volunteers. The rugby boys volunteered to stand near the stage during the ceremony. Everyone was watching, waiting.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

“He inflates your points and hands you top rankings on a silver platter! Tell me something, Lori, is he paying for your favors, or is he just your secret sugar daddy?” “That proves you’re even more ignorant than you look! You are such a dumbass!” I fired back, holding my ground. “If you had an ounce of sense, you’d know Mr. Rashford doesn’t even grade our individual garments! He’s the lead arbiter. He oversees the panel and validates the collective scores from the other judges!” She rolled her eyes dramatically, waving a dismissive hand. “Yeah, right! Your pathetic excuse just proves my point! I’m right! He’s manipulating the final tallies behind closed doors to guarantee you win every singl

He had survived the first physical challenge of his teammates, and he had proven his dominance without a single word. ​Coach Miller blew his whistle. "Good hit, Miller! Keller, keep that speed on the transition!" ​Rhys skated back to the center line, his face empty of any expression. He did not look at the fallen defenseman. He looked across the ice at the bench, his dark eyes finding mine behind the glass. A slow, silent promise passed between us. ​He was the captain now, and no one on this roster was going to break his hold.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

Alec was the only one keeping me sane because he was just being normal from everybody else. "So what are we watching?" my captain asked as she plopped down on Quinn's bed. "Got these new 4k Bluray copies of Harry Potter series," Quinn said, showing the stack of movie cases in her hands as she stood by the edge of her bed. I glanced at Bailey at the other side of the room. She was sitting on the couch, just watching us silently. "Bailey, do you want to see the whole series tonight?" I tried to pull her into our conversation.