Harry is twirling his food on a fork, Eileen joins the Gryffindors at their table.

"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on." Ron encourages.

"Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today." Hermione says, looking up from her book.

"I'm not hungry."

"Hello, dad." Eileen smiles, her father walking up to the group.

"Good morning, Eileen." He turns his attention to Harry, "Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." Eileen smiles faintly, he was nicer, barely, but still nicer. Severus walks away, limping.

"That explains the blood."

"Blood?" Eileen questioned.

"Are you telling me you really didn't notice?"

"Excuse me, but I don't look at my father's legs."

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."

"But why would anyone go near that dog?"

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret."

"So you're saying..." Hermione trailed off.

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." Harry finishes, "I'm sorry Eileen, but I don't think he tells you everything."

"I wouldn't expect him to, Harry, I just hope what you're implying is wrong."

Hedwig screeches, she's carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it, right in front of Harry's plate.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Ron states, mouth full of eggs and mash.

"But I never get mail."

"Let's open it."

"It's a broomstick!"

"That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron marveled.

"Who sent it, Harry?"

"No idea," He looks up to see Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig. She smiles and Harry nods.

Both teams mount their brooms and zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. The commentator, a Gryffindor, Lee Jordan is talking from a tower.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" Lee announces, his voice booming across the field.

Ron, Hermione, Eileen, Neville and Harris could all be seen cheering together.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

"Eileen shouldn't you be with Slytherin?"

"Why would I? Harry's my friend, and I hate Flint!"

The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst. He looks down.

"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game." Lee continues his commentary.

"Now, I want a nice clean game, from all of you." Madam Hooch eyes Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Chaser, before kicking the chest that held the balls for Quidditch.

"The bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game."

The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Madam Hooch grabs the Quaffle and tosses it up to the players.

"The Quaffle is released and the game begins!"

Gryffindor takes possession of the ball and a chaser, Angelina Johnson, zooms past Slytherins towards their goal, and throws the ball, and scores! There is a ding.

"Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor! Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."

Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver Wood appears and whacks the ball away with his broom. He smirks at Flint, Angelina and Katie Bell pass the Quaffle back and forth as they strategize to score. Johnson takes it, throws, and once again scores!

"Another 10 points to Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor stands erupt in loud cheers.

The Slytherins decide to get messy. They dodge, kick, and try to score. Once again, Oliver blocks.

"Give me that!" Flint demands. He grabs a beater's bat and whacks a bludger right at Oliver. It hits him in the stomach and he falls to the ground.

Everyone except Slytherin boo, but the game continues.

"

The Slytherin members head off. One jumps over George Weasly and scores.

The two beaters of Slytherin box Angelina in and send her into the capes covering one of the towers, she falls and is out. The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again. Suddenly, Harry sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then his broom starts bucking and turning.

"What's going on with Harry's broomstick?" Hagrid exclaimed. Hermione looks through binoculars at Harry, then at Snape, who is muttering something.

"It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!"

"Jinxing the broom?" Eileen yells, "What do we do

"Leave it to me." She hands Eileen her binoculars and leaves.

Eileen takes the chance to look through and sees not only is her father muttering, but Professor Quirrell as well, she couldn't make sense of it, couldn't tell who was jinxing and who was counter-cursing. For once, Eileen decided she wouldn't confront her father, not until she gathered more evidence that pointed against him. Harry is knocked around, then falls, dangling by one arm from the broom.

Hermione is hurrying up a tower. She appears underneath Severus and touches his cloak with her wand.

"Lacarnum Inflamarae." A spark ignites and Severus's cloak catches fire. Hermione leaves.

"Fire! You're on fire!"

"What? Oh!" He knocks the man back, who falls into Quirrell, who then also falls. Severus bats out the fire and acts as though nothing happened. The broom stops bucking, and Harry climbs back on.

Gryffindor erupted into cheers once more.

Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and lurches.

"Looks like he's gonna be sick!" Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!"

"Gryffindor wins!" Madam Hooch announces, a smile playing at her lips. Harry raises the Snitch into the air and the crowd, and his team, cheers.

"Go Gryffindor! GoGryffindor! Go Gryffindor! Go Gryffindor!"