At the first Quidditch game of the year everyone was excited to see if Gryffindor would beat Slytherin for the first time in several years. Lizzie sat with the Hufflepuff's like she did most of the time. She didn't enjoy sitting with the Slytherin's, because they always trashed talked the other team.
Games between Gryffindor and Slytherin were notoriously brutal and someone almost always got hurt. Lizzie just hoped it wouldn't be Harry. Even though Oliver Wood tried to keep it quite the whole school knew that Harry Potter was the new Gryffindor seeker.
Lizzie knew it would be a tough game. Slytherin would do anything to win; they had pride in their house; They were cunning, resourceful and determined. In their mind there was no option but winning.
Gryffindor had pride too and they wanted to win, but they valued chivalry, passion and bravery. They wouldn't cheat, but they would be daring; trying new things to accomplish their goal. They wouldn't purposely hurt someone. They had passion for their team, and wouldn't dirty their house's name.
Lizzie watched the game play out. She hid her face several times bludgers soared past players trying to knock them down. She cheered with the others when Gryffindor scored and remained silent when Slytherin did. When Harry's broom began to act up, Lizzie couldn't keep her eyes off of him. She twisted her shirt in her hands and bit her lip; hoping Harry would stay on his broom. As he hung from his broom Lizzie squealed, and buried her face in the shirt of the sixth year Hufflepuff standing next to her. She couldn't watch him fall.
Only seconds later, the older Hufflepuff tapped Lizzie's shoulder. "Look Lizzie! He got back on!"
Lizzie turned back to the game and grinned. Harry had gotten back on his broom and was now chasing after the Snitch. He was so close to winning the game for Gryffindor! He carefully stood on his broom to try and reach the Snitch, but his broom tipped over and Harry hit the ground. There was an audible gasp in the stadium and then it fell silent. Everyone watched as the young seeker stood, and then coughed up the Snitch.
Three-quarters of the crowd burst into cheers as Harry held up the Snitch. Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin! And that capture of the Snitch was sure to go down in history.
Later that night, Severus Snape entered Lizzie's room to check that she was ready for bed. What he found was Lizzie still completely dressed, and asleep on top of her covers. He shook his head and began removing Lizzie's shoes. He then took the clips from her hair, before moving her under her blankets.
As Snape tucked Lizzie in, a sketch book and some pencils fell from the bed to the floor. Snape bent over to pick up the book and found a beautifully drawn picture of Harry standing on his broom to catch the Snitch. It was as if you were looking at a photograph of the days game. Snape had know Lizzie liked to draw but didn't know she was that good. He placed the book on her desk before turning out the light and leaving the room.
Three days after the game, when Lizzie had perfected her drawing, she waited outside of the castle for Harry, Ron and Hermione to walk to greenhouses for Herbology. As Neville Longbottom walked past he smiled at her and said hello. Lizzie liked Neville. He was nice to her, when others weren't.
When the trio walked past, Lizzie waited a moment. She took a deep breath and then ran after them. "Harry! Wait!"
Harry stopped and turned to see Lizzie running after them. "Great. What does she want?" Ron grumbled.
"Oh be nice Ronald. She's just a little kid." Hermione said shoving Ron a little.
When Lizzie caught up with them she held her drawing out to Harry. "I wanted to give you this. You played a great game on Saturday." Lizzie smiled at Harry as he looked at the picture.
"Lizzie, did you draw this?" Hermione asked and Lizzie nodded. "Its an amazing drawing Lizzie. Isn't it Harry?"
"Yeah, its fantastic. Thank you." Lizzie just smiled and ran off back towards the castle.
Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "Anyone else think that it weird that the daughter of the man who tried to kill Harry on Saturday just gave him a picture of him catching the Snitch?"
"I think she has a little crush on you Harry." Hermione said as they entered the greenhouse. Harry didn't reply to Hermione's or Ron's comment. He just let them turn around in his head.
As Lizzie hurried back to the castle, she ran into Draco Malfoy; literally ran into him. She fell on the ground scratching her hands and elbows.
Draco reached down and helped Lizzie up. "Really Lizzie. Watch were your going. One of these days your actually going to get hurt. Are you okay this time?"
As he helped her up Lizzie smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a couple of scratches. Thanks Draco." She looked at her hands and then brushed them off on her pants. Draco wasn't really all that mean; she didn't understand why the other first years didn't like him.
"Watch where your going. And don't be hanging around Potter and his friends. You know how Professor Snape feels about you being around them. They aren't the right sort of wizards. You don't want to be making friends with them."
"Your not going to tell him are you? Please don't Draco." Lizzie bit her lip and looked up at the older boy.
"Not this time. Just don't be hanging around them." Draco flicked Lizzie's forehead. "Now, we have to get to class. See you later Lizzie." Draco, Crabbe and Goyle pushed past Lizzie leaving her standing on the lawn alone, wondering why people couldn't just get along.