The morning of the first Quidditch match of the year dawned. The sun is shining, the birds are singing in the trees… and I am bloody nervous. The Slytherins are meant to be really vicious, what if I end up with a Bludger embedded in my skull? What if I fall off my broom and break my neck? Well I just hope that we beat them. It'll really wipe the smirk of Severus Shithead Snape's face.

Who does that bastard think he is? I bet he becomes one of Voldemort's lot when he leaves school. He knows more dark magic than half the seventh years. Speaking of Voldemort, he killed five wizards in Aberdeen this week. It was all over the Daily Prophet. His followers all broke into the house where they lived. None of the wizards survived. His Death Eaters all escaped without being caught, unfortunately. I hope they burn in hell. Murderous scum.

Remus and Peter wished us luck, and we made our way to the changing room. We pulled on our scarlet red team robes, and marched out onto the pitch, broomsticks in our hands, to huge applause from the Gryffindor side, and boos and hisses from the Slytherins. Our house had even got cheerleaders! Eat that, Slytherin!

Mind you, I don't particularly like the cheerleaders myself. They were some of the original group of irritating girls who had stalked me and James. Especially since they were squealing extremely annoying things such as

"Sir-ius! He's so hot! He is everything your not!"

Not even original. And they can't even sing. Well at least we have supporters…

Snape was skulking at the back of his team, in too-big emerald robes and a scowl. We all mounted our brooms, and the whistle blew. James rocketed upwards, waving at the crowd with a big cheesy grin on his face, winking at girls. The cheerleaders went crazy. I grinned as I circled the pitch. That guy sure knows how to work a crowd! Snape however, was looking furious at the attention James was getting.

"Arrogant little shit your friend, isn't he??" he called over to me. I grimaced and whacked a Bludger at him. He ducked just in time, and I laughed mockingly, before flying off to ward a Bludger away from Campbell Davies, the Gryffindor Seeker.

The score was 5-2 to Gryffindor, and the Snitch was still nowhere in sight. My original qualms had disapparated, and I was enjoying the cheers of the crowd and the wind blowing in my hair as I soared to thwack yet another Bludger at the Slytherins. Needless to say, James had scored four out of the five goals, and even the Slytherin commentator could find nothing bad to say about his flying. Instead, he chose to remark on James's apparent false high opinion of himself, so-called popularity and overconfidence. The Gryffindor booed angrily at these observations, while Professor McGonagall tried to tug the microphone out of his hands. I stuck my middle finger up at him. A Bludger narrowly missed my left ear, and I swung my bat at it, sending it straight at Snape. Unfortunately he managed to zoom away, and my Bludger ended up hitting a Slytherin Chaser in the shoulder. Ah well, the wrong Slytherin is better than no Slytherin.

"… ah yes, Sirius Black, the new Gryffindor Beater." the commentator was saying. "Apparently he is somewhat of a ladies man… not surprising as he looks like a girl himself."

The cheerleaders hissed and growled furiously, and James rolled his eyes as I flew past. I grinned, and looked for a Bludger to hit at the commentator.

"… and Severus Snape had seen the Snitch!"

I whirled round. Snape was indeed hurtling after the little gold ball, and our own Seeker was not looking close to catching up with him. Snape flew past me, his face screwed up in concentration. Without thinking, I joined the chase for the Snitch. My Dragon overtook Snape's old Whirlwind, and I hit the Snitch with my Beater's bat as hard as I could. It flew over Snape's head… and Campbell caught it. The crowd stared. Then an explosion of clapping filled the stands. The cheerleaders were going crazy. They seemed to have abandoned their lame chants, and were just screaming my name. James gave me a thumbs up, and we touched back down, cheering with the crowd. Snape looked furious… but what I had done wasn't actually against the rules, so we had won. Fair and square.

The team rushed to hug me too. I dropped my Beater's bat, and let them embrace me. When they finally let me go, and went to Campbell, I smiled contentedly. I had won my first ever Quidditch match, I was so happy. The sky looked so blue, the grass so green, the air so… black…