It was a hot, sunny day. Perfect flying weather, let alone excellent for Quidditch playing. There was a cool, fall breeze, but nothing that would harm Gryffindor's chances of winning the match. Harry and the Gryfinndor Quidditch team were marching out onto the Hogwarts Playing field, broomsticks in hand, and ready for what they would later know as the game of their lives. Harry was feeling totally refreshed and had completely forgotten about the incident from the night before. Not for the first time in his life, he was feeling as if Hogwarts had decided to do year round school, that's how much he loved it (and being away from the Dursleys, but that's another story).

The Quidditch team was great too. Oliver Wood was the team captain, and an excellent Keeper. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, are the team Beaters, and have really good defensive sides to their personalities. Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet were the three best Chasers you could ever have on a Quidditch team, even if they were girls. And the Seeker, the one whom sought out the Golden Snitch, was Harry.

The team took their positions and waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. She ran through the basic rules for the new Beaters on the Slytherin team, and released the bludgers and the Snitch. She took the Quaffle in hand, blew her whistle and tossed up the large, red ball. Harry shot up about 50 feet from where he was and watched for the Snitch. He could hear the crowd cheering below, but he needed to concentrate. Harry searched about for the Snitch maybe flying around someone's head or chasing a broomstick. When-

BAM! Harry was hit by a bludger and caused him to wobble on his broom. Luckily, it hadn't hit him very hard; otherwise he would be out for the count. Harry regained his balance and suddenly heard a blast of screams from the stadium. Looking at the scoreboard he saw that Gryfinndor was ahead by 20 points. Good. He searched about for the Snitch again when he saw hint of gold light. There it was.

Harry zoomed across the stadium, making everyone "ooooooooooh" and "aaaaaaaaaaaah". His eyes were on the Snitch. He was almost there. But suddenly his headache came back, out of nowhere. Harry's vision went blurry, he couldn't see again. Harry tried to reach for the tiny ball, but it was no use. He headed for the ground. He was 50 feet from the ground when-

WHACK! The front of someone's broomstick hit Harry upside the head, knocking him out and causing him to fall off his broom. 10…20…30…40…50 feet he fell. The crowd went completely silent as they watched Harry fall. He hit the ground. Harry, everyone thought, was surely, dead.