Lockhart didn't even blink when they passed him a note for a restricted section book. He didn't even look at the book they wanted. Which made Harry feel satisfied after her Professor tried to give her tips for playing as a seeker.

'I was Seeker too Harianna. If you need any tips or you feel the need for a little private training don't hesitate to ask,' Harry mimicked as they walked down to the library. 'I'd rather take tips from Scabbers then listen to anything he has to say about flying. Bet he doesn't even know how to and you wondered why I've avoided him, Hermione.'

Hermione rolled her eyes unable to reply as they entered the library. Harry noticed that she handed over the note rather hesitatingly to Madam Prince. Five minutes later after Hermione placed a mouldy looking book in her bag, Harry lead them towards the first floor.

'Harry remind me again why I'm in a girl's toilet.'

'Because it is the last place anyone in their right minds would go.'

'She has a point,' Hermione said pulling out the potions book, flicking through the open pages. 'Here we go Polyjuice potion, we'll need lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed and knotgrass.'

'Student cupboard that's easy enough to help ourselves to,' Harry said.

'Umm, we'll also need powered Bicorn, shredded skin of Boomslang and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into.'

'What do you mean a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm not drinking anything with toenails in it.'

'We could use a piece of their hair though,' Hermione pointed out.

'That doesn't sound any better,' Ron grimaced.

'It's better than toenails, is it not?' Harry said.

Ron frowned while a hand scratch at his head as though he was weighing up the options.

'You could always knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow.'

'RON.'

'It was only a suggestion.'

The match against Slytherin had approached rather too quickly for Harry's liking. She was a nervous wreck, what if the team lost? The humiliation they would receive from the Slytherins. Why hadn't she just kept her mouth shut? It was Ron's fault his bad habit of opening his mouth without thinking was rubbing off on her. That was it. Come to think of it she had never done anything like that until she had stayed with the Weasleys during the summer. Yes, Harry concluded it was all their fault. But as eleven o'clock drew nearer Harry couldn't bring herself to even tell them off. Harry had been sitting at the breakfast table staring at it with such intensity she hadn't realised it was time to head down to the pitch until George had nudged her.

Oliver was pacing the changing rooms when they had arrived, his own scarlet Gryffindor robes on. He went into his pre-match talk while the team changed into their own.

'OK so Slytherin have better brooms than us, no point in denying that,' Wood told them. 'We have the better players on ours, we've trained harder than they have.'

'Too right, we've been out in all weathers,' Fred said.

'We're going to make them rue the day they let someone like Malfoy put their way onto their team,' Oliver spat. 'It'll be down to you Harry, you'll have to show them what a real Seeker is made off, not just someone with a rich father.'

'You think I'm going to back down, no chance Oliver. I'll get that Snitch or I'll die trying,' Harry said.

'Right then team, let's give Slytherin a taste of their own medicine.'

The roar of the noise that greeted them was due to the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were anxious to Slytherin beaten. The Slytherins in the crowd made their own boos and hisses. Once the captains shook hands, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the players rose towards the sky. Harry flew higher than any of the other players squinting around in signs for the Snitch. Malfoy had just shot past underneath her as though he was making a statement. But Harry wasn't going to fall for it, if there was one thing that she knew she could do well it was fly. Her broom had never let her down before, the only time she had let the team down had been due to her being unconscious in the hospital wing. Harry went back to her search when she got a feeling something was nearing her. Harry had always been keen with her senses. She had to be or growing up with Dudley and his gang would have been a lot worse. Harry turned noticing a grey ball heading in her direction, dodging the Bludger narrowly.

'Alright there Princess,' George called out when he sped past her, his club was in his hand. George gave the Bludger a powerful whack in the direction of a Slytherin player named Adrian Pucey. The Bludger changed direction in mid-air and shot straight for Harry again. George hit it hard towards Malfoy after Harry dodged it for a second time. The Bludger swerved like a boomerang and shot straight towards her.

Annoyed Harry sped off into a dive, the Bludger flowing closely behind her. Harry didn't understand what was going on, a Bludger never concentrated on one player, they tried to unseat as many people as possible. Harry pulled out of the dive missing the ground by inches. The Bludger landed like a thump, at least it couldn't fly like her. Harry's eyes widen as the ball rises into the air heading straight for her again. Harry headed towards Fred who seemed to be waiting of her approach. She ducked as Fred swung at the Bludger, knocking it off course.

'That's done it,' Fred yelled. The Bludger had other ideas and pelted towards Harry once more. It was like it was magnetically attracted towards her. Then it started to rain, heavy drops fell onto her face rain, Harry blinked the splattered drops off her eyelashes. She had no clue what was going on with the rest of the game as she was flying off at full speed. Lee Jordan who was commentating must have heard her thoughts because he just announced Slytherin were leading sixty points to zero. The new brooms the Slytherins' possessed were clearly doing their jobs, Harry, however, was too busy dodging a mad Bludger that was determined to knock her off her broom. Fred and George were flying close by her as well now which didn't help her vision all that much. All she could see were their arms waving around. How was she meant to see the Snitch like this let alone catch it?

'I can't work like this,' Harry shouted at the boys.

'Tell that to whoever tampered with the Bludger,' Fred grunted out swinging his bat at the Bludger as it launched, a new attack.

A whistle blew in the distance. 'We've got a time out.' George called out. They dived to the ground still trying to avoid the mad Bludger.

'What's going on? We're being flattened out there-where were you two when that Bludger stopped Ange from scoring?' Oliver said as the team huddled around.

'Stopping the other one from killing Harry. It's fixed Oliver.'

'Can't be they were fine during our last practice. Besides they've been locked up in Hooch's office since then.'

'So, what do we do?'

'We'll have to ask for an inquiry,' Wood said disappointingly.

'That means we'll land up forfeiting to the Slytherins,' Harry pointed out. 'We're just going to let them win? Because of some rogue Bludger?'

'Well what do we suppose we do then?' Oliver directly asked her.

'Well I can't see with both of the boys flying around me all the time. How am I meant to catch the Snitch with you two in my way, I need space.'

'There's no way I'm letting you deal with the rogue Bludger alone,' George said firmly.

'Try to keep up with me then Weasley. Besides I wasn't asking you to, if Fred concentrates on the rest of the team and you give me space to breathe, we'll still be in with a chance of winning this,' Harry smirked.

'Harry just what are you thinking of doing?'

'Nothing illegal Wood. I'm just going to fly on my broom that's all.'

'Right back in the air on Hooch's whistle,' Oliver said signalling to Madam Hooch.

'Remember to keep up Charming.'

'You're on Princess.'

Harry kicked off flying just over the other players. The heavy rain hadn't stopped but Harry was unable to focus on that fact as the tell-tale whoosh told her a Bludger was following her. Harry dived towards the nearest Slytherin on the pitch who just happened to be Flint.

'Let's see how well you fly on a broken broom,' Harry muttered as she swerved pasted him.

The Bludger wasn't able to pull off the narrow turns as well as her hit Flint with a all mighty crack. Even knocking Flint clean off his now broken broom hadn't detoured the Bludger as it raced towards her. Harry smirked dodging with ease, George hit it in the opposite direction of her. Giving her a few moments of space to search for the Snitch. There was no sight. And so it went on for a while Harry weaved in and out of the Slytherin players evening up the odds were it was possible, George then gave her a bit of breathing space.

'Training for the ballet Potter?' Malfoy taunted as Harry had just been forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in mid-air to dodge the Bludger. Harry glared towards Malfoy when she saw the familiar glint of gold. She had seen the golden Snitch hovering inches above Malfoys ear. Malfoy had been too busy laughing at her hadn't seen it.

WHAM! Harry had stayed still of too long the Bludger had hit her, smashing into her elbow. Her arm was searing with pain, she was pretty sure it was broken. The Bludger came pelting back this time aiming for her face. Well if it wanted to take her out she was going to take Malfoy with her. Harry swerved out of the way dodging the Bludger speeding towards Malfoy seconds later. Harry saw Malfoys eyes widen with fear he actually though that she was going to attack him. Malfoy had ducked right out of her way and away from the Snitch. Harry reached out with her remaining hand snatching at the Snitch. She was only gripping the broom with her legs now, the trouble was she was heading for the ground while she was also trying not to pass out. Harry hit the mud with a thud and rolled off her broom. The Snitch still clutched in her good hand as she fainted.