It was now lightly snowing, and Harry's hair became flecked with white, making his hair resemble like a dark chocolate cake with powdered sugar , excepting the fact his hair wasn't two inches tall, round and sticky. Harry blinked as a snowflake landed on his eyelash. Looking down, he saw Angelina point at four people. One of them, he realized with a jolt, was Ron! To show their support, Fred, George and Harry did an intricate flying manuveur weaving, spinning and dodging each other at blinding speeds. Then they went down low to the Quidditch field, not only to watch Ron, but to show off in front of all of the hopefuls. Harry barely could contain his laughter as he saw some 2nd year's mouths drop open as he did a Mayday( mayday is when you go down in a spiral) from fifty feet up and come up, 1 inch from the field. Fred and George starting doing a Broom Ballet, with twirls, as they hung onto each others brooms and spun around in a blur before spiraling off. Harry barely could hang onto his broom as he laughed at their antics. Then Angelina yelled at them, throwing the Quaffle at Fred's head, who dodged it, flew up to the goal post, and said,

Ready? Try and stop this!! Fred hurled it at the far left Hoop, the person being tested zoomed over and using his broom's tail knocked it neatly off course. Harry clapped along with everyone else, and to his great delight, saw that it was Ron who had made the brilliant save. Harry flew up to Angelina's side, trying to see what score she had given Ron. Angelina drew back her clip board and shoved Harry away.

Harry flew leisurely between the stands, watching Ron do a loop-the-loop, before awaiting Katie's next throw. By the hoops closest to him, Harry watched as a large 3rd year dove for the Quaffle but ended up crashing into a bleacher decorated with the Ravenclaw emblem and colors. Snorting, Harry flew over, and took the place of the dazed competitor and yelled to Alicia,

Lets show em how its done! Alicia laughed, winked then set her face as she decided where to throw the Quaffle. Harry was ready, knowing his Firebolt couldn't fail him. Alicia's face crinkled into an evil grin.

Try this on for size, Harry!! She threw the Quaffle at a blinding speed at the middle hoop. Harry was ready; He went hurtling into the Quaffle, then Alicia gasped! Harry was standing up on his broomstick!! He was tossing around the Quaffle like there was not risk he could fall to his death. Once he stood on one foot, until Katie shrieked at him to stop it or she would knock him off if he wanted to die so much.

Harry tossed the Quaffle back at Alicia who was glaring at him. Harry laughed, but then he heard a shriek from across the field. It sounded like Angelina and Katie. Spinning around, Harry saw a limp form plummeting to the ground, the person, Harry realized with another jolt, was Ron. Harry gripped his broomstick handle hard and sped off at blinding speed to where Ron was falling, urging his broom on. As fast as Harry's broom was, as he neared Ron, a horrifying thought went through Harry's mind; What if he didn't make it? Harry grit his teeth, and reached for Ron's shirt collar.

The next few events happened in the blink of an eye. With 10 feet left before Ron would hit the ground, Harry grabbed Ron, pulled him up onto his Firebolt, and tired to pull up his broom, before crashing into the ground. Ron's broom rolled to a couple of inches next to Fred's hand. Fred picked it up, looking at it suspiciously, turning it around in his hands, until the gold lettering, Nimbus 2000 and 1 appeared. His expression dark, Fred handed the broom to Katie, who went running up to the castle. Harry groaned, and got up, looking to see if Ron was ok. Everyone from the Quidditch team, and trying out crowded around, nobody speaking a word. Angelina stepped forward, biting her lip.

Will he be ok, Harry? Because we need a new Keeper! Harry looked over Ron, noticing his arm at a grotesque angle.
Wincing at the sight, Harry stood up, using his Firebolt for support.

He's got a broken arm, but there might be something else thats wrong.
He conjured up a stretcher and slowly, everyone accompanied them up to the Hospital Wing.
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Dumbledore sat in his office, his hands folded, pressed to his forehead. He was so deep in thought, he did not hear the knock upon his door.

Er, Professor, this is urgent. Dumbledore came back to reality, and looked at the girl standing in the door.

Welcome Miss Bell, what business brings you here today, or night rather? Please come in. He ushered Katie in with a wave of his hand. Katie stood, instead of sitting. In her hand, she clutched the broom Ron had ridden not to long ago.

I'm afraid I come with not so pleasant news. She held out the broomstick. Tonight, during the Quidditch try outs, a student was nearly killed by this broom. Harry Potter, our seeker as you know of course, saved him, and is escorting Ron Weasley up to the Hospital Wing, along with everyone else that was there. We don't know who's broom it is sir. Dumbledore got up from his chair so abruptly Katie jumped. He took the broom from her.

There is only one way we may be able to reveal the owner of the broomstick... Dumbledore put hot sauce, confetti and a little bit of garlic ( For flavour Dumbledore said). He then took out his wand and mumbled a spell, and immediately, the wood seemed to glisten and swirl. Katie touched it, and it felt like water. Then, upon the handle, in burning red lettering, words appeared. Dumbledore read them, closing his eyes with a tired look on his face. Katie leaned over and read the words out loud:

Draco Malfoy.
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Harry sat, keeping a watchful eye over Ron's motionless form. Madam Pomfrey came back over to shoo him out of the Hospital Wing, and reluctantly, Harry went. Shuffling his shoes, Harry went up a set of stairs, behind a statue, up more stairs, went through a door that looked like a wall. Pushing aside a tapestry, Harry gave the password to the Fat Lady, who was sitting with her friend Violet. Harry plopped down onto an armchair, and stared at the fire, just thinking. His mind was so full of thoughts Harry wished he had a Pensieve.

I wouldn't do that for too long, you could ruin your eyes. Not like you don't already have bad eyes, but like go blind I mean. Its the most interesting thing- Harry clapped his hand over Hermione's mouth.

Ok, I'll take my hand off your mouth if you promise to talk about something besides burning my eyes out. Deal? Hermione nodded her head, and Harry let her go. She plopped down beside him, and put her head on his shoulder.

There is this book that burns your eyes out... She laughed before being hit over the head with a velvet pillow. Harry chuckled, then found his mouth full of pillow, and quite a lot of feathers. Spitting out the down, Harry crept towards Hermione, who shrieked and jumped over the couch. Harry laughed maniacly and chased Hermione around the common room. In five minutes, two empty pillow cases lay on the ground, the air a swirling mass of feathers. Harry and Hermione sat breathless on two opposite armchairs. Hermione grinned, and fanned herself with her hand.

That was a lot more interesting then talking about burning out your eyes, eh? Harry looked at Hermione, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He never noticed how her eyes sparkled when she grinned. Hermione looked at Harry, then put her head down, feeling his brilliant green eyes looking at her. Grinning to herself, Hermione looked back up, and said,

Yeah it was, I bet Ron had fun. She looked around for him. Ron, Ron? Where are you? Harry forgot, he hadn't told her.

Hermione, I don't know how to tell you this, but, um Ron's in the hospital. Harry cautiously looked at Hermione, lest she decided to hurl herself on Harry in anguish and sob on his shoulder. But she looked shocked, just sort of staring at the rug. She swallowed.

Is he alright? I mean, its nothing serious, right? Harry looked at her oddly.

Its nothing that Madam Pomfrey can't cure, but I suppose he'll be in there for a day or two.

WHAT? A day or two?? I thought Madam Pomfrey could cure anything in an instant!

Well, he does have a broken arm, but there could be some other stuff wrong with him. Hermione sat back, her eyes tearing. Harry prepared himself, but Hermione just cleared her throat, and said in a choked voice,
Harry? What exactly happened? Wasn't tonight the try out for... Hermione's eyes grew wide. Harry you tell me what happened right now. Harry explained, and when he finished, Hermione had a strained look on her face, biting her lip. They sat in silence, before Hermione sighed.

Any idea why it happened, or who would've done it? Harry laughed darkly.

Who else? Malfoy. Why are you getting so worried? Hermione looked taken a back.

I'm not worried about HIM! Well, ok, a little, but I'm more concerned about me! I'm going to have to help him with his homework for the next few days!! Oh sure, its not much, but it'll be every single class! I never get any time for me!! Well actually I do, since I finish my homework before you guys do but still! Hermione broke down, and started sobbing, throwing herself on Harry. She hugged Harry extremely tight and cried loudly in his ear. Trying not so hard to pry Hermione off of him, Harry walked to the stairs, dragging Hermione behind him. Harry actually had to go into the girl's dormitory which made every girl there burst into a fit of giggles. Looking desperately at Lavender and Parvati, who looked and each other and went into more fits of laughter. Still giggling, they pried Hermione off of Harry, who tried not to look too much at all the girl's in their p.j.'s, which as a fifteen year old boy, was extremely hard. Then when all the girls heard Harry Potter was in their dormitory, they all came out from the bathroom, and crowded around him, talking and laughing and feeling his hair. Saying good bye, Harry parted the crowd around him and walked to the door, all the girls took up a cry of protest. Mumbling they all went back to their beds as Harry closed the door with a sigh of relief. Scary the way being around a famous person, particularly a guy, made girls act.

Harry snuck quietly into the dormitory, trying not to wake any of the boys. Dressing in silence, Harry got into bed, and saw that Hedwig had been back, an envelope on his dresser. Harry decided to just go to bed, and look at it in the morning. He would also pay Malfoy, and Ron a little visit.