The wind howled above the Quidditch pitch, banners of red and green snapping against the grey November sky.It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin — the match everyone had been waiting for.
Harry hovered high above, eyes scanning desperately for the Golden Snitch, while below, the rest of the field erupted in chaos — bludgers whizzing, broom tails whipping, and cheering students shaking the stands.
From the Hufflepuff section, Roy Valvas leaned against the railing, watching silently.Beside him, Cedric whistled.
"You'd think those two were dueling, not playing Quidditch."Roy smirked faintly. "Give it a minute — they'll make it one."
The Duel in the Sky
At the center of the storm, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy streaked side by side — Firebolt versus Nimbus 2001. Their brooms cut through the wind like blades, each weaving and diving with breathtaking precision.
"The Snitch! It's heading toward the west stands!" Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone. "Potter and Malfoy are neck and neck—!"
The crowd's roar swallowed the rest.
Draco leaned forward, eyes burning with arrogance. "You'll never beat me, Potter!"
But then, something changed.
Draco's sneer faltered. His hand trembled.
Beyond the edge of the pitch, shadows were moving — thin, shrouded forms gliding closer, the air chilling with every heartbeat.
The Fall
Gasps rose across the stands. A flock of Dementors, their hollow hoods glinting faintly, drifted through the mist toward the match.
Harry felt the warmth drain from his body — the world around him dimming, voices fading, laughter dying.Whispers of screams echoed in his ears — his mother's voice crying out.
"No… not here… not now…"
Draco saw the black shapes and froze mid-air, turning his broom sharply away in panic, abandoning the chase.But Harry pushed forward, reaching for the Snitch through the haze.
And then —The cold struck.The Snitch blurred.His fingers slipped.
"HARRY!" Hermione screamed from the stands.
Harry fell — tumbling helplessly through the grey sky.
The Headmaster's Hand
Just as Harry was about to hit the ground, Dumbledore rose, his wand glowing gold.
"Arresto Momentum!"
The boy's fall slowed instantly, floating down like a feather — unconscious but alive.
But the Dementors didn't stop. They multiplied — dozens, then hundreds, sweeping across the pitch in a tide of darkness.
Students screamed. The air filled with despair and frost.
Even the professors drew their wands, struggling to hold the line.
Roy Valvas Steps Forward
From the Hufflepuff stands, Roy's calm voice broke through the panic.
"That's enough."
He stepped onto the field — the wind parting around him. His eyes burned violet, the same hue that shimmered faintly around his hands.
McGonagall shouted, "Valvas! Stay back!"But he didn't stop.
The Dementors turned toward him, their attention drawn by the pulse of raw power radiating from his chest — from the Avalon Scabbard bound to his soul.
Roy raised his wand.
"Expecto Patronum."
The Violet Phoenix
The world exploded with light.
A roar — not of flame, but of life itself — shook the pitch as a massive violet phoenix burst from Roy's wand, its wingspan stretching wider than the Quidditch stands.
It shrieked, a sound both fierce and divine, echoing through every corner of Hogwarts.
The Dementors screamed — their black cloaks burning as the phoenix dived, a comet of holy fire. One by one, they were incinerated in radiant light — a hundred erased in seconds, the rest scattering in panic, fleeing the grounds entirely.
For a heartbeat, the entire world glowed purple-gold.
Students gasped as the warmth rushed through them — fear replaced by courage, despair by awe.
Roy stood at the center, robes rippling in the residual wind, his eyes still faintly aglow.
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On the professors' dais, Dumbledore's expression was unreadable.The old wizard slowly lowered his wand, his gaze fixed on the burning wings that circled above.
"A phoenix…" he murmured. "Like mine… but greater in form. Not a conjuration — a manifestation of soul."
Beside him, McGonagall whispered, "It can't be… that Patronus—it felt alive."
Flitwick was practically vibrating. "That's not just a Patronus, Albus. That's incandescent mana resonance! He's channeling something ancient!"
Dumbledore's eyes flickered with both pride and concern.
"Indeed. Roy Valvas… just revealed a power this world hasn't seen in centuries."
When the phoenix finally faded into the sky, silence filled the pitch.Students stared at Roy as though they'd seen a god descend.
Harry, revived by Madam Pomfrey, opened his eyes weakly.
"Who… who cast that light?"Hermione smiled softly, looking toward Roy."You already know."
Later That Night
Back in the Great Hall, whispers flew like wildfire.
"Did you see it? His Patronus burned the Dementors!""It was massive! Like a train made of light!""Dumbledore looked shocked!"
Even the portraits spoke of it — a new legend born within Hogwarts' walls.
In the shadows of the corridor, Roy leaned against the wall, gazing out toward the moonlit pitch.His reflection shimmered faintly violet.
"So… the phoenix still answers me," he murmured. "Perhaps some flames never die."