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A/N:  Sorry that this didn't show up in the first chapter.  If I get it to work before you start reading this, you can skip this chapter because this is Chapter 1 but it didn't show up.  It is sometimes annoying.  Anything italicized is what Snape is thinking.  This is about what was going through Snape's mind during the first Quidditch match (the one where he had to unjinx Harry's broom).

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor- what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Gryffindors are weird.  Glad I wasn't one.  Snape watched Gryffindor score and one of the Weasley twins belt the bludger towards Marcus Flint.  Then… BAM.  Marcus Flint blocked Potter on purpose.  Great.  Now Gryffindor is in possession. 

"So- after that disgusting and obvious bit of cheating—"

"Jordan!"

"I mean after that open and revolting foul—"

"Jordan, I'm warning you—"

McGonagall.  The only time I agree with that lady is when she yells at that Jordan kid for being a bad commentator. 

"All right, all right.  Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

            Eventually Slytherin scored.  Finally.  I hope this team is as good as last year's.  Then Snape noticed something.  What the hell is happening with Potter's broom?  He looked over at Quirrel.  He started muttering a counter-jinx. 

I must be out of it.  I'm trying to save Potter.  Why am I trying to save Potter?  I owe him nothing.  Ah, what the heck.  I'll save him anyway.  He continued muttering the counter-jinx.  Then he realized he was on fire.  He broke his eye contact.    He looked back at Quirrel.  He had been knocked over.   Then he looked up at Potter.  His broom was acting normal again.  Then Harry went into a dive.  He clapped his hand to his mouth.  Grosse.  He's going to be sick.  Harry hit the ground on all fours then coughed something into his hand.  The Snitch.  Gryffindor had won.

Damn.  I should have let Quirrel throw him off his broom.