It was cold and damp as Harry lurked under the Quidditch stands, but he didn't really mind. He was wrapped up in a full length cloak with hood, and it wasn't as if the cold really bothered him anymore anyway. Some of the things he was didn't have a body temperature and others ran surprisingly hot, so it all evened out and simple nature didn't really have a whole lot to do with how he felt anymore.

As soon as Draco had been officially cleared, Draco had started his campaign to return to his position as Slytherin prince. Not that it had surprised Harry in the least. He was all for it in fact, because what made Draco happy made him happy. It was no longer about dark lords and dark marks and survival, it was about power, something which was fundamental to Draco's personality.

One of the first steps was for Draco to reclaim his position on the Quidditch team. That was why Harry was lurking in the shadows. The current captain of the team was playing it very coolly.

There were factions within Slytherin still against Draco because of his ties to a Gryffindor, or at least that was the official line. Harry thought it had more to do with personal dislikes and whose parents had been high up in Voldemort's good graces. Hence the captain of the team was playing at neutrality, so as to be able to side with whichever faction finally won. She had demanded tryouts rather than just allowing Draco to make his way onto the team by simple force of character.

Pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to stand being so far away from Draco during what was probably going to be a rough time for his lover, Harry had opted to discretely watch the proceedings. Draco knew he was there, but no one else knew he was out of his room. It seemed safer that way.

So far he'd managed to keep himself under control while Draco dodged bludgers and his own teammates in what seemed to be a completely crazy set of exercises. It was utterly obvious Draco was superior in every way to Slytherin's current Seeker, but the captain was still making Draco work for it.

The last test was a simple chase to the snitch; Seeker against Seeker.

Harry could feel Draco's excitement as his lover flashed through the air after the tiny winged ball. It made him smile within his hood as the danger and adrenaline appealed to some of the more excitable aspects of his personality. He had always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie and the changes he had gone through hadn't exactly dampened that. A big part of him wished he could be up there with Draco, racing after the Snitch.

It was completely obvious who was going to win. Draco was way ahead of the other Seeker and the Snitch was all but within touching distance. Harry almost couldn't contain his need to cheer for his lover. Then, in only a moment, everything changed. Cold ice ran up Harry's spine and the thrill of the chase turned into something much more real and much more dangerous. He moved without even thinking, casting off his cloak and running out onto the pitch.

The bludger came from nowhere, clearly charmed as it made an impossible turn towards Draco. It connected with Draco just as his fingers closed around the snitch and he never stood a chance. Harry felt pain and then nothing as Draco crumpled and started to fall off his broom. The bludger had caught Draco squarely in the back and then it bounced up, obviously under someone's control to hit Draco on the back of the head.

Harry didn't need his wand, he just threw pure fury at the charmed ball. As it turned out, his absolute rage looked like purple and black lightning which ripped the bludger into tiny little pieces. He heard someone gasp, as if the power of his anger had fed back to the person controlling the thing, but he didn't care, because all his focus was on Draco.

Draco had been chasing the Snitch, none of the team were close enough to stop him falling and Harry knew without knowing how that the cushioning charms on the pitch to protect practicing players were no longer in place. He reacted without pausing to consider what he was doing, or how; he just jumped, straight up.

As Draco fell, Harry leapt to meet him, catching his lover in his arms at least fifty feet in the air. Then it was him that was falling, but it never occurred to him he was doing something impossible. As they neared the ground he didn't even brace for the landing, he just thought about flying and his descent slowed, all but hovering before his feet touched the ground.

Harry looked down and Draco was senseless in his arms. There was blood coming from one of Draco's ears and Harry didn't so much as pause. Running at speed with Draco in his cushioning embrace, he fled towards the hospital wing as fast as his feet would carry him.