I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.

I hope you enjoy this story. I gets very interesting. Basically, there's something weird going on in Hogwarts and Harry is having trouble dealing with it. It's very different to other stories ( I promise) and please R/R with comments, suggestions. If I have any names wrong please tell me because I am knew to Harry Potter and please, if you must flame, remember, this is just for fun !

Chapter 1. The Golden Snitch.

Oliver Wood leaned forward on his broom and surveyed the game critically. The crowd was on his side. Shouts of "Grifindor" echoed around him. But now, looking at the crowd, he saw many of the eyes turned upwards towards the whips of grey sky above him. Peering upwards he saw the shadowy outlines of the two seekers. Their bodies were still, frozen even, both staring at his opponent with opposite hands locked above his head. Oliver could see the golden snitch, poised in the air between their hands.

Around him, Slytherins and Grifindors alike had paused to watch this oddity. The wind swept across the motionless field as the crowd, in confusion held its breath.

In his stand Dumbledor muttered to himself. "Never in all my…"

He turned to Snape, beside him, who was leaning forward in his seat. His eyes seemed strangely distant.

Slowly, the other players turned their eyes away and shook themselves slowly. Cries of encouragement sounded again on the field.

"Malfoy! Come on Malfoy! Kill him!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Oliver called his team to action and with a cry the game was back in action.

Harry and Draco did not move.

"Come on Harry!" Ron and Hermionie could be heard shouting in the crowed.

"The snitch! The snitch!" They couldn't understand it! The golden snitch was still as stone and yet neither player was moving to get it!

Raised above it all Harry was horrified! His whole body was frozen and though his eyes could turn to see helplessly around him, his arms and legs seemed so stiff and heavy. He observed Draco Malfoy opposite him and he seemed frozen too. What was happening?

Suddenly Draco sprang to life again. A fit of power seemed to seize him and flashes of light came bursting about him (though weather they came from him or around him, Harry could not tell). Harry starred on horrified yet unable to react.

"What is that? Up there?" Hermionie cried out and at once the crowd all turned and starred into the darkening sky. Malfoy, in a terrible glow of light swept out his wond and sent Harry crashing to the ground. As he fell, Harry felt his limbs go limp and numb. He still could not move and so to the watchers he fell helplessly to the ground bellow.

"Harry!" Oliver Wood turned his broom and speed over to the huddle of Grifindor players.

Meanwhile, Draco was embraced by the Slytherin crowd. He had the golden snitch, glowing between his trembling fingers.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!"

The praise washed over Draco Malfoy. He opened his hand gingerly and the snitch returned into the sky. He looked up, following it with his eyes and smiled weakly. His whole body was shaking. He has felt power. Real power. He could see the crowd of Grifindor players. He had seen what power could do and it felt good.

The whole of Slytherin seemed to rejoice and the seats shook. Grifindor stood poised in silence. Hermionie and Ron, who had run down to Harry's aid as they saw him fall, fought desperately through the crowds.

Oliver Wood knelt down beside Harry who had his eyes closed and showed no sign of moving.

"Harry? Harry?"

Harry's eyes opened slowly and he got to his feet.

"Harry! Are you alright?"

Harry looked at Oliver, puzzled.

"Yeah…I…I…" He scratched his head. "Yeah!"

The players all took a step backwards and divided to let him through.

"Look" gasped a first year behind Ron and Hermionie, "It's Harry! He's ok!"

And he was, to all accounts! Looking slightly dazed, Harry walked across the field. He had no intention of where he was going, but his mind was confused and questioning. The Grifindor players stood starring after him, knowing not to follow.

"Hey! Harry!" Cried Ron, pushing his way through the crowds of people.

Harry heard him and turned round. Ron was coming swiftly towards him but Harry turned and kept walking.

"Harry!"

As he walked Harry felt something behind him. He turned slowly, expecting to be bombarded with Ron and Hermionie's endless questions. Instead, he saw a flutter of gold and there was the golden snitch, floating above him. Harry reached out his hand willingly and the snitch landed gracefully and seemed to settle there.

The Slytherin players turned and starred at him narrow eyed.

Harry did not understand what had happened that day, nor did he know what to do with the golden snitch. Something within him impelled him to garb it, but slowly, he clasped his fingers around the shining sphere.

Suddenly, a roar came from the Grifindor stand and a rush of players swept Harry up and carried him across the field. In the confusion, Harry turned to Oliver, cheering below him.

"What happened?" He hissed.

Oliver laughed and clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"We win!" He cried, rising a cheer from the player. "The golden snitch came back to you! We win the game!"

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