Chapter 5- The Beginnings of the Search for the Snitch, Snape's Crying His Eyes Out, and Harry and Oliver are in Trouble
Wood went pale. "Oh, CRAP!!!" he screamed as they noticed that the Snitch was missing. "How are we EVER going to find the wretched thing?"
"Oliver, we might be able to find it, and if not, then we'll postpone the match and go find another snitch, or that would give us time to search for this one!" Harry reasoned.
"But, but," Wood couldn't seem to find any words, so Dumbledore butted in.
"I think Harry's right. We'll have all four Quiddich teams search for the snitch until dark falls, and again tomorrow before the match. If it isn't found up until then, we'll have to postpone the match. Is the Quaffle still in good shape? And where are the Bludgers?"
Wood picked up the Quaffle and examined it. "We trapped the bludgers in a box, a small black one, and we put it on the bench in the locker room. The Quaffle's here, I think it's alright, but I wouldn't know since I'm not a Chaser. We should have Katie or Alicia check it out."
"Give that to me please, Wood. I'll take it to Miss Bell and Miss Spinnet and have them look at it. I'm sure they know it better than anyone. Now I must take Professor Snape to my office. You two should get started on the searching and I will have the others out to help as soon as I can." Oliver sat down on the grass as Dumbledore and Snape walked back to the castle. Harry sat down beside him and said, "Now that we're alone Wood, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Harry, I'm sorry. Not now. We need to find that snitch, and besides, I have a lot on my mind. I'll tell you tonight in the common room after we go in okay?"
"Okay, I just really want to know how you got a Firebolt! Not many people have them , and I mean, mine was a gift and all, you know."
"Yeah. Well, we better get to work. I say we should split up until the others get here, which could be awhile." Wood mounted his broom and said with a laugh, "I wonder what Snape's in for?" They took off and split to two sides of the grounds. Harry felt like he would be able to find it, as long as it was still nearby.
Wood, meanwhile, was having a few problems getting in a good attitude about it. He had never been a good Seeker and usually couldn't spot the Snitch in a match. He decided instead to just get used to his new Firebolt. Like Harry had said, it seemed to know what he wanted to do before he even did it. It moved at the lightest touch and accelerated like he couldn't imagine. As Oliver was circling around the castle, he spotted Dumbledore' window. He saw Snape, sitting in a chair, practically weeping. Dumbledore was standing before him looking disappointed and ashamed. Wood thought, There's a lot more going on in there than just the Quiddich disaster. I think I better go get Harry, he'd love to see Snape crying! Oliver flew over the grounds and brought Harry back to the window.. They sat hovering on their brooms for a long time, until Dumbledore turned. He saw them both sitting there, and their eyes met. Harry sped around and turned before Dumbledore got to the window, and Wood followed.
"Harry! Oliver! A word please!" Dumbledore was yelling out the now opened window. Harry and Oliver slowly turned around.