The teams quickly came out on the pitch. It had started to rain and now the bitter cold was joined by a strong wind. Harry joined Madam Hooch at the centre of the pitch, where he shook hands with Stewart Ackerley. Stewart had a large smirk on his face but made no attempt to crush Harry's fingers.

"On my whistle. Mount your brooms." Yelled Madam Hooch and blew loudly as the fours balls flew into the air followed by the fourteen players. Harry quickly went far out for a good view. He looked around for Sinead but he couldn't see her.

Zver had the Quaffle and was zooming through the pitch. A Bludger came pelting towards Harry and forced him to dive. He heard the fans roaring with joy. Maybe Zver had scored. He looped around the pitch looking for a glitter or the opposing Seeker. As Harry flew past the commentator's box he heard some familiar voices.

"Seamus! Did you see that?" said Dean Thomas.

"I sure did. Great Bludger work there from Griffindor's Jimmy Peakes. And Ginny Wesley's got the Quaffle now. And she's heading for the hoops. Hey, Dean, didn't you date her for a while?"

"And Ginny scores!" finished Dean. "That's 20 points to 0."

Harry flew forward when he saw it. A tiny speck of gold. He raced forward towards the Snitch gaining speed. It was twenty feet in front of him when.

WHAM!

Something blue flew into his path and collided with him. Both players were thrown off their brooms. The fall itself wasn't very high, but the speed in which they landed caused Harry injury. As he pulled himself up he was sure that his wrist was broken. He turned around to find Sinead in a heap beside him. As soon as he reached her, she began to move. She looked in great pain as she got up.

"Oh my God. Are you alright." He shouted over the wind.

She slowly nodded and Harry hoped that it was rain in her eyes. She slowly got onto her broom and took off but slower.

Harry felt terrible; he just stared at the place she had fallen. It wasn't until he heard the screech of Luna Lovegood's fake eagle that he began to move. He quickly hopped onto his broom and took off. As he flew past Demelza she called to him.

"Where the hell have you been?" but he just flew on.

He heard the crowds' cheers again as he flew higher and higher, and hoped it was Griffindor who scored. He quickly zipped through the players looking for the Snitch. Twice a Bludger narrowly missed him. And then he saw it. The Snitch, about 60 feet away from him. And as soon as he darted towards it he saw Sinead in front of him. She had a huge advantage on him. He hurtled himself forward. He began to gain on her, closer and closer. Soon they were neck and neck, the Snitch only a few feet away. Then as Harry reached out his injured hand, Sinead's broom gave a shudder. Then stared to wobble. Harry turned to see a look off panic on her face as her broom began to dip. The young girl shot straight down. Harry froze for a split of a second and then darted after her, pushing his broom faster to somehow stop the girl from falling.

The ground was coming up to meet them at an amazing speed. Harry reached out in an attempt to slow Sinead down. Suddenly, when they were less then ten feet away from a fatal drop, Sinead turned her broom up and pulled out of the dive. Harry arched himself up, his legs trying to slow him down, but him momentum threw him forward crash landing into the mud. His wrist ached in pain and his legs felt like they had been ripped from his torso. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't support his weight. He turned to sit up, and he saw Sinead flying after the Snitch. He reached for his broom and tried to pull himself onto it, the pain and effort nearly cause him to blackout. He glanced up and with a sudden chill, he saw Sinead scooping the fluttering ball into her hand. The whistle was blown, and Harry's heart sank. He saw the whole Ravenclaw fly over to the little girl and congratulate her. She looked straight at Harry and gave him a small smile and a little shrug.

Ginny and Ron had flown down to him. They were both soaking wet and looking dejected. They tried to help him to his feet, but they quickly founds out, that his legs wouldn't stand. So between their brooms, they flew him inside to the Hospital Wing, Ritchie Coote flew behind them carrying Harry's broom.

"Well congratulations Mister Potter. I think you've just beaten the record of most Hospital visits." Said Madam Pomfrey as she went over his injuries.

"Yes Matron, I'm so trilled that I've been beaten so many- Ooh!"

"Hold still boy. Yes. Hmmm. Your left shin is shattered, you have three fractures on your right leg, you have a broken wrist, and a badly bruised spine."

She stared mixing small potions together.

Harry turned to his teammates, all of who, with the exception of Zver and Jimmy Peakes were standing next to his bed.

"What was the score?" he asked, though he really didn't want to know.

"160 to 80." Said Ron. "We didn't do that bad. Just…" he trailed of.

Harry felt miserable. He'd let the whole team down. Ginny held his hand.

"Okay, okay. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to leave. He needs his rest, and to take this for the pain."

"I'm staying here? You can't just fix me?" asked Harry shocked as his teammates were being shooed out.

"Mister Potter, your shin is shattered. Shattered. As you already know the pain of this is incredible. So I have to give you this."

She handed him a glowing green potion, and stared at him intently until he drank it.

"Now…" she said slowly, and then poked his shin hard. Harry jumped in surprise but then realised that there was no pain, no feeling at all for that matter.

"Good. Now take this."

She handed him a second potion, a dark pink one. Harry nearly threw up when he drank it, but forced it down.

"Now just don't put too much pressure on it for a day or two and you'll be back to normal." And she left him alone, where he tried to fall asleep.