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Harry watched the blurred motions below the flaking bits of snow as they floated towards the ground in front of him. His hand gripped his broom tightly, the cold air biting at his finger tips. He bent down and stared into the stands, however, with the snow flakes falling in front of his face it was hard to make out anything; luckily Colin Creevey could be heard easily while he was over the field. Harry didn't think he did as good a job as the previous year's commentator, but his exaggerations on everything made everything either better or worse.
"Oh my! Weasley Let's another goal in!" Harry heard Colin yell. Harry turned to look as he slightly muttered to himself figuring that made it... "And that's 20 – 10 Ravenclaw!" he heard Colin yell. Harry rolled over on his broom to look out across the pitch towards Ron's end. The game had only started and yet Ron had already let two goals in. He had been sure Ron had gotten better at keeping the goals well protected the year before.
Harry turned and soared up a little more and then swooped down with his broom. The snow was making it very hard to see the golden snitch and so Harry had to try to just happen to fly by it. Harry swerved past an oncoming bludger. It would have hit him if it had come in a straight line; however the wind had begun to pick up and had blown the bludger slightly at a parabolic curve sideways and away from him. He stopped his quick flight down as he heard some major cheers and looked over to his right seeing the Gryffindors jumping up and down. "Great save by Weasley!" Colin yelled.
Harry smiled slightly. "That a boy, Ron," he said to himself. He then looked around which had become even harder as the snow storm was definitely getting a lot worse. The wind was blowing the flakes past his face and blowing directly into him. His cheeks were of a bright red rosy color from the snow and cold, and he had lost feeling in his nose. He was trying very hard to squint through the snow looking for Cho. He hadn't heard anything about her suddenly going into any sort of dive but Harry could tell that everyone was having some trouble seeing in the storm so it could have happened.
Then Harry's sight caught a glimpse of a quick moving person heading towards the Ravenclaw goal post from high up. Harry quickly jolted to a fast pace speed. The snow pounding in his face as he began to catch up with the one he was flying after. He was just behind his target and could now tell that it was definitely Cho and she was definitely chasing after the snitch. Harry got up beside her as he heard some cheers and Colin announce that Gryffindor had scored. He was head to head with Cho and to his surprise she pulled to the right bashing into him at full speed as he spun out of action for a short period of time. When he turned back the Snitch was gone and Cho was sitting on her broom breathing in deeply. Harry could tell her maneuver had thrown her off balance as well as himself.
"Ginny scores!" Harry heard Colin yell. There were many cheers at his voice proving that they were having as much trouble as he himself was having in seeing through the storm. He looked around and then decided to head in the same direction that the snitch had gone hoping to find it. He flew past a Ravenclaw and could tell he was pretty close to the ground if they were flying at his same height. He dove underneath a bludger that had been hit his way and made a rolling move past Ginny as they collided into one another.
"Sorry Harry," Ginny said holding her head. "I didn't see you."
"This is insane. I can't see a thing," Harry said. "How are you keeping up with that quaffle?" he said feeling more and more cold wind pushing against his bare skin on his arms. Ginny, however, did not have time to respond as one of the Ravenclaw chasers flew by holding the quaffle and Ginny jumped right on it, her pretty old comet trying very hard to kick into speed after the chaser.
Harry shot a glance around the growing snow storm trying to hear the sound of something but he doubted anyone could see anything. He gripped his broom tighter as he pulled up on the handle of his broom pulling himself up into the air. As soon as he was moving upwards he began to regret this move. The flakes shot into him as if they were being shot from a cannon and they actually caused pain as they collided with his face one after another after another. He pulled to a halt and turned facing down, his face frozen from the frostbite. His ears deceived him as he heard Colin shout that Gryffindor had scored again. "How come they can see but I can't," he said. He decided they must have some sort of magic allowing them to see visibly on the pitch.
Well, the score was now 40 – 20 Gryffindor and although it was a lead it meant nothing if Cho caught the snitch first, and Harry wasn't going to be losing another game. He began his previous tactic swooping through the snow and the wind brushing past other players here and there. He felt his arm go numb as a bludger smacked him directly behind his left elbow. The pain was escalated with the nipping cold air and he could no longer move it. Harry had learned that catching the snitch with a single hand was a difficult task; however, he also learned it was a possibility.
Harry moved his left fingers slightly around his broomstick handle hearing Colin's voice yell a save for Ravenclaw. The score was now 70 – 30 Gryffindor and the storm wasn't showing any signs of letting up. Harry pulled up quickly as he saw himself getting to close to the ground. The snow was completely impairing his vision and his glasses didn't make it any easier to see what was around him. Harry squinted as once again the rush of falling snow stung his entire face as he forced himself up away from the ground. The cold was now numbing his right fingers and he knew that if he didn't find the snitch soon it would become impossible for him to close his fingers around it.
Harry shot past the Gryffindor goal posts and saw Ron. Ron was flying back and forth in front of the goal posts as if trying to hopefully get lucky and be in front of the right hoop at the right time and the whole game of quidditch seemed to fall in line with a game of chance and luck without the sense of seeing. Harry went to turn around the goal posts to head back out when he saw the sparkle of gold off to the right of the goal post he was near by. He took no time in shooting forward towards the golden snitch. Luckily the snitch wasn't white like its wings because for a moment Harry did not even see them flapping, however, it didn't take long for the snitch to pick up speed and begin heading towards the opposite goal post as he heard Colin call another goal by Ginny.
Harry chased after the snitch. The snow fighting against him along with the many other players he was swerving in and out of. He had to dive out of Cho's way as he passed her and she was then on his heels. He pushed the Firebolt to move faster towards the glaring gold ball in front of him. His hand outstretched towards it as he felt Cho's presence just behind him, but she wasn't going to have enough time to catch up with him. He could feel his cold fingers as they brushed against the frozen surface of the snitch, his fingers curling around its delicate body and the left wing being crushed in his right hand. His left hand was unable to keep full balance on the broom, but balance didn't matter. Seconds after he grasped the snitch with all his might he flew head first into the Ravenclaw goal post and with a very quick drop fell and landed hard onto the ground over 100 ft below his crash site.
Author's Notes: Well, this is my first actual fan-fic and I would very much enjoy some R/R for it because it is just a base to get the story started. The whole story does not have to do with a quidditch match, just this chapter actually. The whole story is about the Christmas break at Hogwarts in Harry's 6th year. Hope you like it.