Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2: The Match
Slytherin was waiting for them. Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Fifteen brooms flew into the air. Harry searched for the snitch while dodging the chasers and bludgers. Fred or George Weasley hit a bludger towards Malfoy, Slytherin's seeker when he dived. Harry hadn't fallen for his Wronski Feint.
After twenty minutes, Slytherin was behind 30 points, and there was still no sign of the snitch. Slytherin scored a goal. Malfoy dived. Harry looked at where he was headed– he'd seen the snitch, for real this time. Harry pushed his Firebolt to go as fast as he could make it go.
He passed the seeker. His hand was outstretched, reaching for the snitch. Then, out of nowhere, a Slytherin chaser smacked into Harry. He was pushed right into the stands, landing on his fellow Gryffindors. They helped him up and he lifted up on his Firebolt.
The Slytherins had scored three goals in the time of the race for the snitch. Harry looked around and spotted the snitch above the Gryffindor goal posts. He flew as fast as he could, and he heard the rush of wind as Malfoy passed him.
Harry pushed his Firebolt harder, faster, until he was slightly ahead of Malfoy. Both had their arms outstretched. Malfoy pushed Harry, but he ended up getting the force of the blow, because Harry was going too fast. Harry was about twenty feet away from the snitch.
Fifteen…
Ten…
And then something hard, out of nowhere, hit him on the head. He was falling, he couldn't see, but he heard screams…
