"Harry! Wake up! It's almost time for our Quidditch match against Slytherin!" Wood
was shaking Harry, speaking in a rush as if the dormitory was on fire.

"Ok, Ok, im up! What time is it?"

"We have one hour until the game starts, the others are down eating breakfast"

Harry and Wood walked down the the Great Hall, where the entire school was
gathered eating and talking very franticly with tones of excitment in their voices.

"Heya Harry." Said Ron as Harry sat down at his seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Morning Harry. Want a bread stick?" Said Hermione as Harry sat.

"No thanks. I just want a little soup and im off. Wood wants us in the changing room
forty-five minutes early."

"Forty-five minutes?!?! Whats he want you there so early for?"

"Says he needs to review tactics against Slytherin."

Harry ate and went down to the Quidditch pitch. There, he met Wood, The Weasly
twins, and the rest of the team, waiting in the changing room.

"Team! This is going to be a tough one, but i know you can pull it off."

"Ya! Were gonna cheat right Wood? Nice and cheap? HeHe...just pulling your leg."
Replied Fred and George Weasly.

"Im not in the mood you two." Grunted Wood "We really need to win this."

Wood went over the plans, and eventually told the team to change into their
scarlet robes.

The team strode onto the field with great applause. Harry could see Ron, Hermione,
and Hagrid sitting front row.

Wood and Flint shook hands, and Malfoy sneered at Harry.

The whistle blew, and they were off!

Malfoy tailed Harry closely, as if determined to outrun him, but with Harry's
Firebolt he easily lost Malfoys trail.

Harry looked down, Angelica had just scored a goal for Gryffindor, making the score
10:0 Gryffindor.

Malfoy caught Harry, but was knocked by a bludger hit by none other than Fred
Weasly.

Gryffindor scored two more goals, now with a score of 30:0 Gryffindor.

There! Harry saw it! A glitter of gold floating just on top of Woods head!

Harry dove to get it, but felt something large collide with him. A Slytherin beater
saw Harry diving and pelted a bludger right at him.

Five minutes later, the scoreboard read 60:20 Gryffindor. They were ahead, but where
was that snitch?

There! Near the ground on the Slytherin end. Harry raced forwards only to see Malfoy
gliding behind him. Neither Harry nor Draco payed any attention to anything else.

Malfoy got the lead, only to be hit by a bludger shot by George.

The road was clear! Harry got closer, and closer....YES! Harry had caught it! The
crowd broke into cheers, and the teams landed.

"Harry! You did it!" Ron said as he raced towards him followed by Hermione and
Hagrid.

"Good job 'Arry" Hagrid said, with a tone of joy in his voice."

"Nice catch Potter! Too bad the dementors couldn't see it!" Malfoy came towards him
followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

"You were lucky this time Potter but i'll show you next time. Next time will be my time
to shine." And he strode away, sniggering with Crabbe and Goyle.