Prompt: "I need this.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans
Setting: Canon, November of 6th year
A low rumbling sound filled James’ ears as he woke up, sprawled on a sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room. For a while he just lay there, groggy and exhausted and utterly confused why he was down here and not in the dormitory. The other big question was why he was feeling like shit?
The crick on his neck was probably thank to slumming it on the sofa but other muscles were sore as well. His shoulder was stinging, there were occasional twinges of pain at his left temple and his chest felt heavy.
James blinked blearily and it all came back to him in a rush that left him gasping: he was having perhaps the worst weekend of his life.
Saturday morning had started well enough, James had been full of hope. The start of the Quidditch season had got him brimming with barely contained energy that was part excitement and part anxiety. They had been training hard all week and he had been looking forward to going out to the pitch so he could show the whole school what his team could do.
Perhaps it had been arrogance on his part, but not even once did he seriously believe that they would lose the match.
But they had. Thankfully, at least the final score was fairly even; Slytherin had only won by 30 points so they still had every chance of winning the cup. For the majority of the match – until James had taken a nasty Bludger to his head and Regulus Black had snatched the Snitch right under Dorcas’ nose – Gryffindor had been winning.
Of course, thanks to the incident with the Bludger, James had missed out on the end of the game and hadn’t actually seen the capture of the Snitch. He’d been too busy plummeting towards the ground while unconscious. He later learned that he had narrowly been saved from becoming a pancake by their Beater, Frank Longbottom’s, heroic dive to grab him.