During this seemingly endless fall, you did not feel any fear, only wild fatigue and soreness in your muscles.

It was a very ordinary day at Hogwarts, you studied, laughed in the Great Hall with friends and just had a good time. You didn't even know that in the evening you would be falling towards certain death, looking at the sun setting in the distance.

As a new seeker of a Gryffindor Quidditch team, you should have gone to practice after classes every single day. You and James weren't on good terms, he thought you were a weak player and was trying to out-train you. He was the one who tirelessly chased you from one corner of the field to another, making you catch the snitch over and over again, all day long, believing that your dexterity was not enough and you were capable of more.

On this particular evening, you were training with James as usual, but he decided that it would be right to let out not only the snitch into the air, but also bludgers so that you could learn how to dodge them. And so, being somewhere ten meters above the ground, sending a bludger in your direction, he hit the bull's-eye, knocking you off your broom.

Panic immediately seized him, "{{user}}! Bloody hell..," he shouted and dashed down to catch you before you smashed against the ground to death. He caught you last second, falling to the ground with you in his arms.