Chapter I

"...And that's another 50 points to Grrrrrryffindor!" Dean roared on the enchanted speaker phone, echoing across the Quidditch field, the red and golden yellow stands roared back in celebration. Even though the rain was coming down hard and fast it didn't dampen everyone's spirits- just their clothes and hair.

Harry Potter looked around, squinting for any sign of that blasted snitch, but after nearly an hour of searching; his thoughts were trailing down the road of giving up. As he began to observe the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, he caught a glimpse of something gold- at least that's what he thought. He followed it around a dark blue and silver tower of the field only to crash in Cedric Diggory, not only one of the most popular boys in school, he was also the seeker for the opposing team.

"Ahhh!" they both yelled in unison. Once they resumed composure, and re-steadied themselves on their brooms Harry apologized.

"I'm so sorry, I should have looked at were I was going-" He said at about a mile a second, feeling very nervous in front of such a respected guy.

"No, no, it's my fault." He cut in, with a dazzling smile. "I should have too; I thought I saw something golden around here."

"Same here." Harry said, in a more confident voice.

The stayed hovering like that for a minute or two, both looking around aimlessly.

"Hang on..." Cedric began, running a hand through his soaking wet light brown hair. He drifted (as well as he could in this wind) slowly a little higher up and caught something. Harry also curious joined him, "What is it?" he asked.

Cedric laughed and opened out his palm; keeping his thumb holding something shinny.

"Isn't that..?" Harry questioned, "...A sweet wrapper?!"

Cedric nodded, still humoured by it.

Harry laughed a little, "You don't think that the snitch was blown to Hogsmeade do you?" He joked.

"Well, you never know..." Cedric replied seriously; causing Harry to stop laughing. "It's probably hiding somewhere ... or something." He added to soften the blow. "Anyway, that snitch won't find its self!" He said, and flew off, leaving Harry alone in the rain.

CRASH. No. Make that thunderstorm.

Harry pulled himself together and flew out too, he circled the pitch a few times keeping an eye out for anything golden; but as before- he got no where.

He sighed wearily and began to think about his very short conversation with Cedric Diggory earlier. He had never thought that he would actually have a conversation with him, he doesn't even know him. All he knew was that everyone liked him, he was in Hufflepuff, he was a seeker and a prefect, and that Hermione thinks he's 'very handsome'. He sniggered a little at the last point. Partly because it was funny when she said it, and because it was true. He was handsome. Very in fact. Harry had not previously been so close to him before, even though he was soaking wet, with enchanted goggles, he was beautiful, so much so that he gave Harry butterflies. But before he could actively shove the thought out of his head, the snitch zoomed right past his nose.

He began to chase it around, gaining speed with every passing second; wanting nothing more but to be back in is nice warm four poster bed in the Gryffindor tower.

Seeing as he was so intent on ending the match, he hadn't questioned why the snitch kept on going up, and up and....up? It was only by the time he hit a wave of bitter frost that he realised something was up. He glance back down but he only saw grey cloud. He didn't have his wand. He never thought that...

All he saw was a swoosh of black and a dark cavity in front of him.

And then everything went black.

AN: This is the shortest chapter, more of an introduction, but not really a prologue. Hope you enjoyed : ) Feedback welcomed.