Harry was SO NERVOUS for his first quidditch game! What if the rest of the Gryffindor team wasn't as good as him and he couldn't carry them all? Whatever happened, he would do his best to support the team. Oliver Wood was being particularly excitable that morning at breakfast and annoying the rest of the table.
"Just catch the snitch Harry! Please just catch it, we haven't won a game in so long please-" Wood kept repeating and Harry had to constantly reassure him that he would catch it, but Wood was never satisfied.
"Don't worry mate, you're the youngest seeker EVER! In HISTORY!" A Weasley child told him.
Harry nodded. Weasley #? Was right. He was the youngest, maybe even the best, in history. He ate his breakfast and had a good night's sleep, so all that was left to do was to catch the snitch.
They walked out to the pitch and the stands were full of excited children, waving their house insignias. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, so everyone was especially looking forward to this match, not to mention Harry being the seeker.
Harry spotted Hermione and who he guessed was Ron amongst the sea of red-heads on the Gryffindor side of the stadium while he walked onto the pitch. Oliver was leading the team to the middle where the Slytherins were already standing, looking evil as always. Madam Hooch explained the rules, which didn't make much sense to Harry but it WAS a wizard game after all.
Oliver extended a hand to the Slytherin captain, to which he slapped it and spit on Oliver's face before doing a little Fortnite dance. Rude! Anyway, Hooch threw the quaffle(?) into the air and the game had begun!
Harry shot into the air to look for the snitch but it was so small that he immediately lost it. I mean, how is this sport even possible. How is anyone supposed to catch sight of what is basically a glorified hummingbird? It was even harder to concentrate when the air was thick with evil vibes from the Slytherin team.
Harry ducked as a ball swept past him at high speeds that probably would have cracked his head right open, which is so safe and normal. He pulled his broom up so that he was higher in the air, away from the violent slytherins that were trying to kill him with bludgers.
Suddenly, Harry's broom no longer was going where he wanted it to. It was trying to throw him off! It started spinning uncontrollably at what felt like 100 miles per hour and Harry had to desperately cling to the twigs at the end of the broom.
"Look at Harry, showing off to scare the Slytherins! Atta boy!" Hagrid said to Hermione and Ron in the stands. Hermione took the binoculars from him and looked up at Harry, and she saw that he was now in a violent cartwheel spinning so fast she couldn't keep track of him. His spinning was generating so much wind the trees nearby were starting to bend under the force, as if a hurricane had appeared above the school.
"I don't think he's trying to do that, Hagrid!" Ron yelled through the gale force winds that threatened to blow everyone away.
"WHAT?" Hagrid asked over the loud winds.
Meanwhile, Harry was gripping the broom for dear life, wondering why the turbulence was so bad.
"We have to do something!" Hermione cried, surveying the stands with her binoculars frantically. Then she noticed that suspicious professor snape was muttering while staring up at the spinning mass that was Harry.
"I'm going to go commit arson," she said, and shoved her binoculars into Ron's arms, pushing her way through the crowd. She climbed under the professors' stands and muttered an incantation and watched as Snape went up in flames. It was like Burning Man up in here.
Snape immediately shot up and was blown back by the wind, knocking over Quirrell and the other teachers. Quirrell's turban blew away in the commotion but he quickly pulled out a spare and put it on.
Harry's broom stopped spinning just as he spotted the snitch near the ground of the pitch! Still holding on to the twigs of the broom, he made a shocking dive straight for the small golden orb.
"DUCK FOR COVER!" Madam Hooch shrieked and darted out of Harry's way as he smashed into the Earth, creating a huge explosion in the quidditch pitch! Everyone watched with bated breath waiting for the dust to clear, and Hermione was covering her eyes.
Madam Hooch ran over to see Harry curled up in the middle of the crater, shaking badly.
"Oh my god, someone get a medic!" she yelled.
Harry gripped the ground to sit up and immediately clutched his mouth. The crowd groaned as Harry hurled, vomit coating the ground. But what's this? IT WAS THE SNITCH IN THE PUKE!
"HE DID IT!" the Gryffindors cried, hugging each other.
Dumbledore appeared on the pitch and kneeled down, grabbing the snitch. He patted Harry on the back as sunlight streamed down on The Chosen One, angels singing from the heavens. He had done it. He was a quidditch pro. The youngest and best seeker of all time.