November, 1991

It was the morning of the first Quidditch game of the season. It was the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match.

I was pale and nearly hyperventilating all morning. I was like a zombie—I did my morning routine automatically, hardly thinking about it. I hardly heard anything anyone said, much less Wood's pep talk.

Harry and I followed the rest of the team out onto the field, both of us holding the Nimbus 2000s that Professor McGonagall had gotten for us. I'd be forever grateful that she had.

Madam Hooch was refereeing.

"Now, I want a nice, clean game, all of you," she said, shooting a pointed look at the Slytherin captain. I made a mental note to stay far away from the Slytherin players. "Mount your brooms…"

The whistle rang out.

I shot into the air, soaring easily up above the game, as Oliver had told me.

Lee Jordan was doing commentary, closely watched by McGonagall: "And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor—what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too—"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall. And she's really belting along there, a neat pass to Gryffindor's newest Chaser, Harry Potter—back to Johnson and—no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle…"

Harry scored first of all the Chasers. I cheered.

I watched the game from above, staying clear away from Bludgers.

"…Slytherin in possession," Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the—wait a moment—was that the Snitch?!"

I looked down in time to see Pucey drop the Quaffle, distracted by the momentary gold glimmer of the Snitch beside his left ear, and Harry dive under him and catch the Quaffle.

I dived downwards the instant I saw the gold flash. The Slytherin Seeker had seen it too, and we raced neck and neck. All the Chasers, save Harry, seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, hovering mid-air to watch.

My Nimbus was faster than his broom. I could almost reach the glittering gold sphere—almost—

WHAM!

The Bludger came from nowhere, and I turn on my broom, spinning on it, turning upside down momentarily to duck. I was lucky and did. I swung back up and saw the Snitch had vanished.

On the upside, the Gryffindors were awarded a penalty shot.

I could hear Jordan shouting furiously about it, and McGonagall yelling at him. I laughed as I flew back up high, circling the pitch.

I was watching Harry closely, worried for my friend, worried that he'd be hurt.

That was when I saw it: he was trying to steer the broom, but it wouldn't change directions. Then, it suddenly bucked, like it was trying to make him fall.

No one, save me had noticed, at first, but slowly, as the broom got progressively worse, more and more people noticed.

The broom was rolling and bucking madly now, Harry barely managing to hang on. Both of the Weasleys tried to grab him, but the Nimbus was too fast.

I saw Hermione leave her spot, heading to the area where the teachers were…That was when I noticed it: both Snape and Quirrel were focused on Harry, muttering to themselves. They did not seem to be muttering in time with each other, like they were casting different spells.

That was when Harry lost his grip. He was thrown off, falling to the ground.

Without thinking, I shot down and grabbed him by his hand, twenty feet from the ground. I could feel nearly everyone in the stands' stares boring into me.

I prayed his hand did not slip from mine. It didn't. I gripped his hand tightly as I could, so he did not fall.

By then, Harry's broom had stopped bucking wildly, the spell on it broken, and Fred Weasley managed to retrieve it and hand it to Harry, who mounted it swiftly. He mouthed his thanks, and we shot off in different directions.

Then, nearly as soon as Harry was on his broom, I spotted a speck of glittering gold. I sped to it. The Snitch was inches from the ground. I, meanwhile, was fifty feet in the air, directly above it. My dive was straight down, racing past the ignorant Slytherin Seeker. I pulled out of the dive a foot from the ground, horizontal on my broom as I stretched out my arm and swiped up the Snitch, my hand brushing the grass.

I twirled around my broom, completely upside down for a moment, before raising the still struggling Snitch in my hand above my head.

The crowd—the Gryffindor color-clad portion, at least—erupted into cheers and, scatted through the air in the pitch my teammates were cheering and grinning and laughing. Lee Jordan was practically crowing the results through the pitch, and I was grinning like an idiot, so happy.

Twenty minutes later, Lee was still shouting the results. Gryffindor won by one hundred eighty points to fifty.

But by this time, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were in Hagrid's hut, drinking tea, discussing the odd behavior of Harry's broom…

PLEASE READ!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!

Okay, I was looking at HP-Twilight crossovers and I found one story-- Magic Secrets (by violetstar13

Sound familiar a bit?

Read it, please. It is only one chapter so far, but as far as I can tell, that author stole several of my ideas.

- Bella was sent to Forks to recruit vampires.

- Bella is the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.

- Edward leaves before she can tell him.

Please, report this, too. I already have, but I want something done about this.

I hate people who copy others' ideas. So, please, report it!

**** SHE'S EVEN HAD THE GALL TO HAVE ONE OF MY STORIES AS A FAVORITE!! WHAT THE F***???? LADY! SCREW YOU!

So, I wouldn't mind if any of you sent her irate mail.