Detention they had been given was cleaning the trophy room with no magic. Turned out not to be so bad all things considering. Harry was used to cleaning things after living with the Dursleys. They split up to cover more ground so they could get the detention over quickly. Once the room was up to Filch's standards he let them go. It was on their way out that Ron stopped.

'Harry take a look at this.'

Harry walked over to Ron looking down towards the trophy he was pointing at. A trophy that her dad's name on it. He had held the same position as her, on the Quidditch team.

'He played Quidditch?' Harry said surprised.

'You didn't know?'

'No I had no idea.'

'Looks like it runs in the family,' Hermione said.

Harry looked back at the trophy with a small smile, she replied. 'Yeah, I guess it does.'

However, despite learning that she had inherited her father's talent had not helped her nerves the morning of her first Quidditch match. She had butterflies in her stomach that wouldn't settle enough for her to be able to eat anything.

'Just try to eat something. It will make you feel better,' Hermione told her.

Grabbing a slice of toast, she took a bite regretting it instantly.

'You're going to be fine Harry,' Ron added.

Then the voice of Oliver was calling for the team to leave.

Standing in the changing rooms waiting for the game to start was, even more, nerve racking. She found it impossible to keep still.

'It's good to be nervous. It's normal, everyone here was for their first match too,' Oliver said to her.

'Not us,' Fred said.

'No nerves at all,' George added.

'Well almost all of us,' Oliver stated, whispering to her, 'there isn't much that fazes those two though. I wouldn't worry.'

'Right ladies,' Oliver indicated to the girls. 'and gents this is it.'

Harry went back to her own thoughts as soon as the twins started mocking Oliver during his speech. What if she messed up? What if Professor McGonagall had got it all wrong and she had no talent at all? What if it had all been down to luck? After all, she had never really been overly good at sports before.

'Here this is for you,' George said to her snapping her out of her thoughts. Before her, his hand was extended out towards her. He appeared to be holding some sort of silver chain bracelet towards her. Why would he get her something? Then she remembered that Ron had said he had been trying to befriend her.

'If you wanted to be friends with me, all you had to do was speak to me,' she told him. 'You didn't need to get me anything.'

'I - umm - wanted to.'

'Thanks.' Harry said meaning it she extended her hand to take the gift before a thought occurred to her. 'Can I accept this, there isn't some rule that says do not accept gifts from the twins somewhere is there?'

This caused the girls to laugh. Oliver had a slight smile on his face. George had turned completely red in the face. While Fred looked bewildered.

'What?' Harry asked slightly confused.

'Don't worry Harry just concentrate on catching the Snitch,' Oliver said.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement to Oliver then took the bracelet, placing it onto her wrist. Thanking George once again. Who replied "you're welcome" to Harry she just about heard Oliver mutter. 'Seems like the twins are fazed by things after all.' Before the game started.

The plan during for the game had been simple enough. Oliver had wanted Harry to remain out of the way of the game until the sight of the Snitch. They were playing Slytherin and Oliver didn't want to take any risks. Simple enough plan until the first sight of the Snitch was seen. Both of the Seekers raced after it, though the ball disappeared out of sight moments later. Chasing after the Snitch had caused Harry a problem, her broom started to act on its own accord. Trying to jerk her off in the middle of the Quidditch pitch in full play. Oliver's simple plan was so not going to work now.

Holding on for her dear life, the broom moves sharply jolting her from it so that she is hanging from the broom by just her hands. This so wasn't good she was going to mess up the first game all thanks to a broom that she had no control over. As her fingers slip the jerky movements stop. Pulling herself up back onto her broom spotting the Slytherin Seeker tearing after the Snitch not moments later. Harry chasing after them both, she wasn't going to lose this. No way! Not now. She followed the other Seeker into a steep dive, when they get closer to the ground the other Seeker backed out of the dive. Stupidly into a Bludger knocking him to the ground. Harry pulled outs of dive seconds before the ground following the Snitch. Then moments later it changed direction backtracking towards her, caught in alarm she tumbled over with broom falling flat on the ground.

She felt like she was choking as she leant over to catch her breath. She coughed up the Snitch falling right into her hands. The next thing she was aware of was the twins friend Lee Jordan announcing the Gryffindor had won. The team landed next to her embracing her. It didn't matter she had lost control of that damn broom. She caught the Snitch and she couldn't help grinning back at the team.