Today, the boy who lived almost died.

Okay, he's being dramatic, he wasn't that close to death as he is any other day of the week, but still, he got a big scare today.

It's just that this quidditch match was brutal, well, quidditch is always brutal, someone should put a safety net, but that's not the point right now, the point is that you almost killed him.

He can say that without being afraid of exaggerating, what you did back at the campus could've ended his life, and he understands that you're a beater for the rival team and that he's the seeker, but did you really have to aim the bludger at his head? He swears he heard his skull crack.

When he passed out, you were the last thing he saw, and now that he wakes up, you're the apple of his eye.

"You.."

His voice comes out as hoarse, how long was he asleep for? Harry doesn't have to be a genius to know he's in the infirmary, he can smell the healing herbs and feel the sheets over his sore body, yet he can't say he's not surprised to see you here at his side.