It was the last quidditch game of Harry's 7th year. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The final showdown between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The semifinal for the Quidditch Cup. No pressure.

"Riiiiiggghhhhhtttt!" Harry thought sarcastically. His stomach was disputing the "no pressure" signals. He didn't know if he would be able to even get toast down. It looked like the rest of the team was in the same boat. Even Ron wasn't eating much.

Around 10:00 am, the team went down to pitch to get ready for the game. Ron was the captain, and he had been fanatical at practices for the last month. They practiced for half the day on Saturdays, and did drills every other weeknight, only allowing time for Slytherin to use the pitch because they had been warned about monopolizing it.

As the team took off after Madame Hooch blew her whistle, sound, organized sound, started rising from the stands.

Stomp, stomp, CLAP!

Stomp, stomp, CLAP!

It was started by a few of the muggle-borns in Gryffindor. Gradually, the other students who had consistent contact with the muggle world picked it up. Once the purebloods in Gryffindor figured it out, they joined in. They didn't know what it was, but it sounded good. Eventually, it spread throughout the stadium. Then came the words.

"We will, we will ROCK YOU!

We will, we will ROCK YOU!"

Harry laughed. As he flew his circuit, looking for the snitch, he continued to hear the sound of stomping and clapping.

After about half an hour of looking, with a few feints to keep Draco looking, Harry saw the snitch. He went into one of his dives, and after a few minutes, the snitch was his.

"We are the champions,

We are the champions,

No time for losers for

We are the champions of the world!"

Harry was laughing so hard by the time he spiraled down, all he could do was fall off his broom and lay on the grass, holding his sides.