Sky Battles, Forest Hunts, and a Not-So-Secret Trio Mission

The Quidditch stands were packed with students, their cheers blending into a roar as the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match finally kicked off. The atmosphere was electric—well, almost.

Raja, Slytherin's Seeker, sat atop his broom, casually stretching. Meanwhile, Harry Potter, on the other hand, looked like he was preparing for a public execution.

MAYA: Nervous Gryffindor detected. Probability of him falling off his broom mid-match: 67%.

Raja smirked. Make that 100%.

As the whistle blew, the game exploded into action. Gryffindor scored twice in quick succession, and the crowd went wild. But it wasn't long before things took a chaotic turn.

A rogue Bludger, having apparently developed a personal vendetta against Harry and Raja, started attacking them with furious intent. It whizzed past Raja, narrowly missing his ear. He executed a flawless barrel roll, dodging it with the precision of a seasoned acrobat.

Then, Raja decided to take things up a notch. He jumped off his broom, landing perfectly onto its handle in a display of parkour madness. Flip, spin, twist, dodge! He looked like he was auditioning for some kind of magical Cirque du Soleil.

The crowd went wild. Lee Jordan, who had turned into a live-action thriller novel, was losing it.

LEE JORDAN: "AND KUMARA JUST FRONT-FLIPPED OVER HIS BROOM! THIS MAN IS DEFYING ALL LAWS OF MAGIC AND PHYSICS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

MAYA: Your showboating tendencies are reaching critical levels.

Raja grinned, flaring his Nimbus 2000 broomstick like a sports car. Let me have my moment. He special speed order the broom from Diagon Alley.

Meanwhile, Harry, who was hanging on to his broom as though it might throw him off at any second, was struggling just to keep it steady. Raja noticed the Golden Snitch zip past him like a golden streak, and immediately, he was off after it, with Harry close behind.

Hermione realizes Snape is jinxing the broom and manages to set his cloak on fire to distract him, stopping the jinx.

That was when Harry's broom decided it had had enough. The broom bucked wildly, making Harry clutch it like it was his only lifeline to reality.

Then, the Bludger made its move again. It switched targets and zoomed straight for Raja. It came at him with the speed of a bat out of hell, intent on causing some serious damage. Raja had a choice: Go for the Snitch, or be the hero who saved the day (and maybe also his reputation).

Raja sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. Fine, I'll be the hero.

He ducked and swerved, flipping backward midair with the kind of finesse that only comes after hours of sneaky, under-the-table practice with Maya. The Bludger whizzed past, missing him by inches, and Raja swooped down, catching Harry by the back of his robes.

RAJA: "Whoa there, Chosen One."

With one arm, he yanked Harry up, sending him back into the air like a ragdoll. Harry's face morphed into confusion, mixed with a touch of terror.

RAJA: "Don't worry, Potter, I got this."

The crowd went wild, not sure if they were witnessing an act of bravery or just sheer madness. Raja gently dropped Harry onto the pitch, keeping one eye on the Snitch.

Then, with a dramatic flourish, Raja took off like a rocket, standing on his broom like a skateboarder, charging towards the golden ball. The Bludger, in a fit of rage, decided to speed toward him again.

MAYA: Warning! Incoming doom at Mach speed!

Raja didn't flinch. Instead, he extended his hand as if asking for a high-five from fate, and—BOOM! He snatched the Snitch out of the air mid-spin, and without missing a beat, did a backward flip off his broom, landing in a perfect superhero pose.

The stadium erupted in applause.

SNAPE: [Watching from the stands, facepalming]

Raja raised the Snitch high in the air as though he'd just defeated a dragon. "Now THAT is how you play Quidditch."

The next day, Raja heard that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were all stuck with detention in the Forbidden Forest. Naturally, Raja knew this was an opportunity for maximum chaos.

He marched straight to Snape's office, arms crossed.

RAJA: "Professor, I would like to formally request detention tickets to the spooky death forest."

Snape didn't even look up from his desk.

SNAPE: "You… want to serve detention?"

Raja nodded enthusiastically. "Field trip opportunities are rare."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Go suffer with the others."

Mission accomplished.

Later that night, Raja found himself walking deeper into the Forbidden Forest alongside Hagrid, who was armed with a crossbow. The giant groundskeeper had mentioned something about searching for a wounded unicorn. Meanwhile, Draco looked like he'd seen a ghost, Ron was whispering about regrets, and Harry was staring ahead, clearly second-guessing life choices.

But Raja? Raja was giggling like a child in a candy store.

DRACO: "Why are you so happy?"

RAJA: "This is basically a free horror movie experience."

DRACO: "You're insane."

As they ventured deeper, Raja suddenly disappeared. One moment, he was there, and the next—poof. Stealth Mode: Activated.

Harry and Draco stumbled upon something horrifying: a cloaked figure hunched over a dead unicorn, drinking its blood. Harry's scar burned, and Draco, in what could only be described as a sound rivaling a baby's first scream, bolted into the trees like a man possessed.

HARRY: "What is that?"

The figure turned toward them, eyes glowing ominously in the moonlight. And just as the situation began to get more terrifying, a streak of light blasted from the shadows.

RAJA: "NOT TODAY, NECROMANCY GOBLIN!"

Raja emerged like a storm, his wand crackling with energy. The creature hissed and lunged at Harry. Raja shot a bolt of lightning that sent the thing skidding backward like a bad taxi ride.

Out of nowhere, a centaur appeared, charging at the cloaked figure.

CENTURION: "Begone, foul creature!"

The figure snarled, retreating into the darkness, leaving behind nothing but a chill.

HARRY: "What just happened?"

RAJA: "Teamwork makes the dream work, Potter."

Back at Hogwarts, Harry had pieced together what was happening.

In the common room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione discuss the events in the Forbidden Forest. Harry realizes that Voldemort is alive but weak, relying on unicorn blood. He believes Snape wants the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort to restore his strength.

Hermione reassures Harry that as long as Dumbledore is around, he is safe from Voldemort. After finishing their exams, Harry experiences more pain in his scar, which he believes is a warning of danger.

Harry then realizes that the stranger who gave Hagrid the dragon egg must have been Snape. They confront Hagrid, who admits the stranger asked about his work with magical creatures, including Fluffy, the three-headed dog. Hagrid reveals that playing music calms Fluffy, which Harry and his friends realize is important.

The trio rushes to find Professor McGonagall to warn her about the Philosopher's Stone, but she tells them Dumbledore is away. They suspect Snape is involved with the Stone and may know how to get past Fluffy. As they leave, Snape confronts them, hinting they are "up to something."

Harry decides that they must go down the trapdoor that night to prevent someone from stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

HARRY: "Voldemort is after the Philosopher's Stone. Snape's helping him. He knows how to get past Fluffy."

Ron looked white as a sheet.

RON: "So… what do we do?"

Hermione squared her shoulders, ready for action.

HERMIONE: "We have to stop him."

The three of them turned to Raja, who was casually flipping through a Quidditch magazine like he hadn't just saved their lives.

HARRY: "So… we might need an extra dueling expert."

RON: "More like an unholy stuntman wizard."

HERMIONE: "You did save our lives. Multiple times."

Raja smirked, leaning forward dramatically.

RAJA: "Alright, alright. I'll come. But first, let's get one thing clear."

He paused for maximum effect.

RAJA: "I call dibs on punching the bad guy first."

TO BE CONTINUED…