Author's Note: I saw the fifth movie, and read the seventh book over the weekend. I was somewhat disappointed in the movie, because it was too short and it left out the interview for The Quibbler. But otherwise, it was a great movie. Deathly Hallows was an excellent book, though I didn't like how some characters I didn't want dying doing so. But the ending was good, and I enjoyed the epilogue, though I wish Harry had ended up with someone else. Anyway, if anyone wants to say something about the seventh book, I would prefer it to be in a PM so there won't be any spoilers for people haven't read the book yet in a review. If you do want to comment on the book in a review, then please keep it along the lines of "I liked the book" or "I didn't like it."

The first Quidditch match of the year was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The Gryffindor seeker was a second year boy named Cormac McClaggen, who was a good flyer, but not particulary good at seeking. His build seemed to make him better suited for keeper or beater, and it didn't look like he fit very well with the team. As a consequence, despite the fact that the Gryffindor chasers were very good and the keeper, Oliver Wood, was excellent, the Slytherin seeker, Terrence Higgs, caught the Snitch. Slytherin won, 170 points to 130.

The next weekend was the match between the Founders' House and Gryffindor. At breakfast, Harry was very nervous and had a hard time eating. He noticed that Ron looked very pale, which made his freckles more vivid than ever. Daphne and Susan also looked extremely nervous, but Stella and Matt looked quite composed. In fact, Stella said, "Harry, don't be so nervous. We're facing Gryffindor, not Slytherin, and if we lose, it won't be so terrible. So you and Ron eat your breakfast. You'll need your strength."

When it came time to actually play, Harry's nervous feelings had subsided, but he noticed that Ron still looked nervous and pale. He said some comforting words, and said that they'd do their best to win, but if they lost, it wouldn't as terrible as losing to Slytherin.

Madam Hooch let loose the balls, and Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins, began the commentary. As in the previous match, he was rather biased for Gryffindor, but didn't make any remarks against the Founders' House team.

Harry flew around, keeping an eye out for bludgers and snitch and the other eye on the game. Stella and Daphne managed to score several times, and Susan scored once. The rest of her attempts were blocked by Wood, and twice she dropped the Quaffle, probably due to nerves. Matt and Blaise performed admirably and while they weren't as good as Fred and George, they were almost as good.

Ron, who had done so well in practices, lost his nerve and let six goals in before he got a hold of himself and managed to block the next attempt at the goalposts. Harry kept looking for the Snitch, and tried to avoid McClaggen, who insisted on tailing Harry and making a nuisance of himself.

Harry had just managed to shake off McClaggen when suddenly his broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he though he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like that. It happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off.

But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to fly over to Ron and call a time-out, but he then realized that the broom was completely out of his control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zig-zagging through the air and every now and then making violent swishing movements which almost unseated him.

Gryffindor scored as the rest of the Founders' House team stared at Harry in shock and concern. Matt and Blaise flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good - every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Ron had left the goalposts and joined them, allowing the Gryffindors to score three times before the chasers realized what was happening. Alicia Spinnet dropped the Quaffle as she stared at Harry and asked Angelina Johnson, "What's happened to Harry's broom?"

Wood took a quick look at what was going on and called a time out. Hagrid, who had joined the rest of the Founders' House in the stands, was staring at Harry through his binoculars and said, "But this can' be happenin'! Harry's broom isn' supposed to be acting like that!"

Crystal was not staring at Harry, but instead was gazing through her binoculars at the crowd. "Oh no!" she gasped. "Quirrell's staring at Harry and muttering non-stop!"

"So is Snape!" exclaimed Hermione, who was also staring at the crowd.

Crystal handed her binoculars to Justin so he could look and said, "One of them must be jinxing Harry's broom, while the other is saying the counter-curse."

"But who's doing what?" asked Hermione.

"How should I know?" demanded Crystal. "Let's just take care of both to be on the safe side." Hermione handed her binoculars to Hannah and dashed off, Crystal behind her.

Meanwhile, Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand. McClaggen was arguing with Wood over the time out.

Crystal fought her way to the row behind Quirrell and whispered, "Aguamenti!" A spray of water shot from her wand and hit Quirrell's robe, causing him jump in surprise. By the time he turned to look behind him, Crystal had already scrambled away.

Hermione had reached Snape and she crouched down, pulled out her wand and whispered a few, well chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand on to the hem of Snape's robes. It took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket she scrambled back along the row - Snape would never know what had happened.

Harry managed to clamber back onto his broom, and a much relieved Wood put an end to the time-out.

Harry was speeding towards the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the pitch on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," McClaggen shouted in protest, earning dirty looks from the rest of the Gryffindor team. It made no difference, however, - Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan shouted the result - the Founders' House had won by two hundred and twenty points to a hundred and thirty. Gryffindor was not happy at all. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff appeared surprised that a team of first years had won the match, and Slytherin was the only house that looked remotely happy, and that was only because of the enimity between it and Gryffindor.

Harry and the rest of his housemates had gone to Hagrid's house, where Hagrid made Harry a cup of strong tea. Padma said worriedly, "Harry, Snape and Quirrell were staring at you and muttering. Crystal thinks that one was jinxing your room, the other muttering the counter-curse."

"Rubbish!" snapped Hagrid. "Snape an' Quirrell are teachers! Why would they do somethin' like that?"

"Well, Quirrell was the one who reported the troll in the dungeons and the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw said she saw someone letting the troll in," said Neville. "And Godric Gryffindor said he saw Snape head for the foriddne corridor. He was limping the next day, and we think he tried to get past the three-headed dog to see what it's guarding."

Hagrid dropped the teapot. "How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"Fluffy?" asked Hannah in shock.

"Yeah - he's mine - bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year - I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the -"

"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.

"Now, don't ask me any more," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."

"But either Snape or Quirrell is after it!" protested Ernie. "Most likely Snape, since he did try to get past, er, Fluffy."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape an' Quirrell are Hogwarts teachers, they'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did one of them just try and kill Harry?" demanded Crystal. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Quirrell wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"Neither was Snape!" added Hermione.

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Quirrell an' Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all of yeh - yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel -"

"Aha!" said Matt. "So there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"
Hagrid looked furious with himself.