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Disclaimer: I did not steal the strawberries, and I do not own Harry Potter or the sport of Quidditch.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team changing room, not changing. His mind was on Hermione. She hadn't talked to him for the past week, after his "attack" on her. Ron had told Harry that she had said to him, "If Harry is so insensitive that he'd brutally assault a GIRL, I might as well not know him at all!"
Harry didn't know what that meant, but he got the gist of it.
"HURRY UP, HARRY! OUR MATCH IS IN TEN MINUTES!!!" shouted Ginny, the captain of the team.
Ginny, the captain of the team!?
"Wait a minute..." started Harry. "Ginny, how the heck did YOU become captain!? And why are you on the team, anyway?"
"Don't you remember!?" said Ginny. "I tried out for chaser this year, now that Angelina and Alicia are gone! And Gryffindor's policy is only to have Keepers and Chasers as captains!"
"That's dumb. But why not Ron or Katie!? They're older!"
"But they don't have the CAPTAIN'S SPIRIT!!!" screamed Ginny in Harry's ear. Harry slowly regained his hearing as Ginny stalked away. Why must former nice, loveable students become so evil when they become captains? In a way, Harry was glad Ron wasn't captain. He wouldn't want his friend to catch the "captain's spirit."
He began to change into his scarlet Gryffindor Quidditch robes. Taking up his Firebolt, and pushing all thoughts of Hermione out of his mind, he flew out onto the pitch.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HARRY!?!" screamed Ginny. "THE MATCH DOESN'T START FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!"
Harry sheepishly turned his Firebolt around and landed at the entrance to his changing room.
Five minutes later, the Gryffindor team streaked out onto the field. They were facing the Slytherin team. But what a team it was.
It had Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle as seeker and beaters, and Bletchley as the Keeper, but for chasers... three very huge and fat guys that Harry had never seen before in his life.
But even more amazing was the commentator. In his debut in commentary, was none other than... some thin, skinny guy from Gryffindor that Harry also never had seen in his life.
But the referee was no surprise, it was Snape.
Ginny looked to the two new beaters, Dean and Seamus, and the other new chaser, Colin. The old ones had landed themselves in the hospital wing after an unfortunate welding accident in Quidditch practice.
"You ready?" she asked.
They all nodded.
"Wait a minute..." said Harry, "What are YOU THREE doing here!? Dean, I thought you liked soccer better, Colin, you're not straight, and Seamus, no one likes you!"
"Hey!" said Colin. "Are you biased about people like me!?"
"No, but I am when they start selling BATHTUB pictures of me for twenty- five cents each!"
Colin blushed. "I, er... thought we were over that now..."
"Yeah, it's weird, but they're surprisingly good." Said Ginny.
"WHAAAATTTT!?!" screamed Harry.
"I'm talking about THEM!" she said quickly, motioning to Colin, Dean and Seamus. "They ARE surprisingly good, to tell the truth.
"CAPTAINS!" yelled Snape form the center of the pitch. "SHAKE HANDS!"
Ginny stepped to the center, and so did Malfoy.
"So, the Weasel family coughed up another captain!" said Malfoy, sneering.
"Shut it, Malfoy." Said Ginny simply.
Snape's whistle cut through the air.
"PENALTY! Unsportsmanlike conduct by the team captain!"
"I JUST SAID SHUT IT!" screamed Ginny in disbelief
Snape blew his whistle twice.
"AND IT SEEMS LIKE SLYTHERIN WILL TAKE TWO PENALTY SHOTS!" shouted the Commentator through his magical megaphone.
"You don't have to shout, Tyrone, we can hear you just fine." Said Professor McGonagall, who was sitting directly under this person whose first (or last!) name, was obviously Tyrone.
Snape released the balls, and the Quaffle was immediately brought to Gryffindor's end. One of the fat guys lined up to take the shot. He stayed suspended in the same place in midair as Snape handed him the Quaffle.
"What's he doing!?" wondered Tyrone aloud. "He's not intending to telegraph where he's going to throw the Quaffle, is he!?"
But that's exactly what he did. Aiming directly towards the right goal, he heaved the Quaffle as high as he could in that direction.
"HA! That's a half-shot! No problem for our own Weasley to get!" said Tyrone happily.
Obviously, Tyrone was going to be just as biased as Lee was.
Ron flew up towards the Quaffle, and readied himself to catch it a full fifteen feet form the hoops. And then the Slytherin chaser, the one who had just shot, flying full speed, seized the Quaffle before it could enter Ron's grip, barreled past Ron, and then put the ball through the now open goal.
"WHAAT!?" screamed Ron. "There must be a rule or something against that!"
"Nope." Sneered Snape. "If you knew how to keep, you'd know to get to the Quaffle faster!"
Snape handed the ball to the same Chaser again.
"Okay, after that cheap goal, Chaser Pudge will get another try, but in vain, of course!" said Tyrone, sounding very offended after the questionable goal.
Ron, concentrating now, stayed back as Pudge slowly aimed the Quaffle. Pudge threw!
And Malfoy blew a very, very loud horn.
"AAH!" shouted Ron and just about all of the Gryffindor team. But the Slytherins seemed to have not heard, in fact, they seemed to expect it. But the Quaffle certainly didn't hear, as it sped straight towards the goal. And the goal didn't hear either, as it stayed directly in its spot as the Quaffle went through it.
"ISN'T THAT ILLEGAL!?!" shouted Ginny to Snape.
Snape sneered. "I seem to have forgotten. Do you have the rule book?"
All of the Gryffindors seethed. If it was an unfair fight Snape wanted, it was an unfair fight he'd get!
"And, Gryffindor's finally off!" said Tyrone. "Here's Bell, to Ginny, to Colin, back to Ginny, Ginny, going past Pudge, past Bletchley, past Connell, what was Bletchley doing way out there, she's a keeper, and, oh, no, the LAST chaser, Wallace, managed to nearly kill Ginny with that evil tackle, and he takes the Quaffle!"
Ginny, however, was not mad, she just smiled, and winked at Colin. Colin winked back, and took out ANOTHER Quaffle from under his robes, to Harry's surprise. Where'd he get it from?
Colin threw the Quaffle to Ginny, and Ginny put it through the goal before Bletchley could get back.
"And... IT LOOKS LIKE GRYFFINDOR HAS SCORED, BUT... HOW!?" shouted Tyrone.
"Penalty!" hissed Snape, his face purple. "I've never seen such disgusting cheating in all of... of all..."
Ginny just smirked. "Is there a rule against that?"
"YES!" shouted Snape. He took out a small, dusty rule book. He pointed to the first page. "Rule number one!"
"Hey, I thought you said you didn't have your rulebook!" said Dean.
"Are you calling me a liar, Thomas!?" replied Snape.
"Yes!"
"PENALTY!"
Harry knew that now, the only way Gryffindor would win was if he caught the Snitch very soon.
Actually, when he thought about it, he might have to postpone the Snitch catching for a while, as Gryffindor was down 30 to 790.
And the sad part was that the game had only been going on for ten minutes.
"Well, we can just forget about the House Cup!" said Harry out loud.
"That's the spirit, Potter!" said Malfoy, hovering five feet above Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
"PENALTY!" shouted Snape.
Harry groaned. That was the seventh penalty he'd gotten. He had gotten three counts of saying "shut up," two counts of having his shadow go out of bounds (Harry didn't even know how Snape knew it was his shadow, because he hadn't been below forty feet for he whole game), one count of raising his fist too high, and the most ludicrous one, where he apparently "looked at Malfoy too menacingly for the sport to allow" (right after that Penalty, Malfoy gave Harry a look so menacing that he almost fell off of his broom).
"And... eh... Wallace puts this one away, making the score... what is it, oh, 8000 to 30. What? 800? Oh, what's the difference!?!" Tyrone was obviously getting frustrated. He had called Snape a dirty cheater (and some worse names) no less than 5 times during the match, resulting in five PENALTIES.
Ron was becoming very frustrated with his performance as Keeper. He thought it had to do with his "deteriorating skills." Harry, however, thought it had to do with the fact that he was now blindfolded and had one arm magically glued to his broomstick. Not to mention that Goyle had his bat trained on Ron, threatening to smash his head if he saved anything. Now, whenever Ron thought the Quaffle was coming, he frantically sped AWAY from it.
The Gryffindor crowd, now thoroughly shocked at the horrible cheating display, had started booing and throwing stuff at Snape. Snape, however, just smiled, and awarded Slytherin even more Penalty shots. The crowd then resulted to name-calling, but this did not help them at all, as Snape then awarded penalties twice as fast. By the time the crowd learned not to complain, the score was 40 to 1,900.
Harry could hardly believe this was happening. At this rate, Slytherin would have enough points to win the house cup three or four times over!
And when he figured that they actually DID have enough points to win the cup three or four times over, that's when he got mad.
"GINNY, CALL A TIME OUT!" he shouted towards the Chaser streaking past him, while dodging a Bludger.
"I HAVE called about, maybe, TWENTY already, Harry, but if we take more than ten seconds, Snape awards Slytherin a PENALTY!!!" said Ginny, stopping in midair, and ducking to avoid the same Bludger. "That pompous son of a-"
"PENALTY!!!"
This was worse than a nightmare. Ginny had stopped playing; she was now in the ground in tears. The Slytherins were now not even trying, except for Crabbe and Goyle, who were keeping the Bludgers away from everyone. Ron was still blindfolded, and he didn't know Crabbe had long since abandoned him, so he was still flying away at the slightest sound of an approaching chaser. Once in a while, he flew the wrong way, and hit a goal post. The Slytherins found this so amusing, that they now routinely tried to make Ron do just that in between penalties. Tyrone was crying just about as hard as Ginny, sending sobs through the megaphone. Somehow, no one had left the game. It probably had to do with the fact that they were so sorry for Gryffindor that leaving now would be a crime.
The torture had now been going on for about half an hour, when Harry saw something that sent a jolt through his whole entire body.
The snitch.
Harry panicked, and looked around for Malfoy. He was all the way at the other side of the stadium, laughing harder than he had since Harry's Backwards Talking incident. If Harry caught the snitch now- it would give Gryffindor a shred of respect.
Actually, it wouldn't, but at least the team wouldn't commit suicide.
He shot towards the ground, sending a gasp through all of the members of the crowd who were still awake. He was a pro at this by now- and Malfoy wasn't even paying attention, it made it five times as easier. He was within arms reach-
And then he got all of the breath knocked out of him.
Crabbe and Goyle had pinned him between them, and were shouting for Malfoy to come and catch the snitch. A boo like never before went up through the crowd- but Snape seemed to have gone temporarily deaf. Malfoy sped straight towards the snitch that was three feet in front of Harry- and not moving.
Harry could not believe it. Now the snitch had turned against them? And then Harry realized it had been tampered with, most likely with an Impedimenta spell.
Malfoy was now ten feet away- he slowed down, he was mocking Harry-
And then Harry was saved by Dean and Seamus. They barreled into Crabbe and Goyle, just barely moving them- but it was enough for Harry to stretch out his arm and grab the snitch by the very edge of its wings before Snape could award any penalties.
"YES!" shouted Harry- the nightmare was over- but then he saw Malfoy.
Malfoy was grabbing the snitch's OTHER wing.
"Who wins!?" was the question raised by Tyler, who had just blew his nose. "It seems that Snape is searching through the rulebook..."
Snape found a page, read it, and then frowned. Taking out his wand to magically amplify his voice, he announced-
"IN THE EVENT THAT THE SNITCH IS CAUGHT BY TWO SEEKERS AT THE SAME TIME, WHICHEVER SEEKER IS ABLE TO KEEP HOLD OF IT LONGEST, HIS TEAM WILL BE AWARDED 150 POINTS."
"GET MALFOY!!!" screamed the Gryffindors, and "GET POTTER!" screamed the Slytherins.
After the dust cleared, and both teams had wrestled each other to the ground, Harry frantically checked for the snitch. He didn't have it! For a second, he panicked-when he realized Malfoy didn't have it either. Where was it!?
Both teams seemed to pause, for just a moment, and then they all inexplicably turned their heads to one spot at the same time.
The Snitch was lying on its side at midfield.
Well, that was an interesting game. But stay tuned! Next chapter, we find out who catches the Snitch
[Actually, we find out who GRABS it off the ground, but that's not the point.]
And yes, I know, Snape is really a cheating *astard.
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Now onward! (Hey, that's beginning to be my new catch phrase or whatever. I sound like a military general.)
Disclaimer: I did not steal the strawberries, and I do not own Harry Potter or the sport of Quidditch.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team changing room, not changing. His mind was on Hermione. She hadn't talked to him for the past week, after his "attack" on her. Ron had told Harry that she had said to him, "If Harry is so insensitive that he'd brutally assault a GIRL, I might as well not know him at all!"
Harry didn't know what that meant, but he got the gist of it.
"HURRY UP, HARRY! OUR MATCH IS IN TEN MINUTES!!!" shouted Ginny, the captain of the team.
Ginny, the captain of the team!?
"Wait a minute..." started Harry. "Ginny, how the heck did YOU become captain!? And why are you on the team, anyway?"
"Don't you remember!?" said Ginny. "I tried out for chaser this year, now that Angelina and Alicia are gone! And Gryffindor's policy is only to have Keepers and Chasers as captains!"
"That's dumb. But why not Ron or Katie!? They're older!"
"But they don't have the CAPTAIN'S SPIRIT!!!" screamed Ginny in Harry's ear. Harry slowly regained his hearing as Ginny stalked away. Why must former nice, loveable students become so evil when they become captains? In a way, Harry was glad Ron wasn't captain. He wouldn't want his friend to catch the "captain's spirit."
He began to change into his scarlet Gryffindor Quidditch robes. Taking up his Firebolt, and pushing all thoughts of Hermione out of his mind, he flew out onto the pitch.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HARRY!?!" screamed Ginny. "THE MATCH DOESN'T START FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!"
Harry sheepishly turned his Firebolt around and landed at the entrance to his changing room.
Five minutes later, the Gryffindor team streaked out onto the field. They were facing the Slytherin team. But what a team it was.
It had Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle as seeker and beaters, and Bletchley as the Keeper, but for chasers... three very huge and fat guys that Harry had never seen before in his life.
But even more amazing was the commentator. In his debut in commentary, was none other than... some thin, skinny guy from Gryffindor that Harry also never had seen in his life.
But the referee was no surprise, it was Snape.
Ginny looked to the two new beaters, Dean and Seamus, and the other new chaser, Colin. The old ones had landed themselves in the hospital wing after an unfortunate welding accident in Quidditch practice.
"You ready?" she asked.
They all nodded.
"Wait a minute..." said Harry, "What are YOU THREE doing here!? Dean, I thought you liked soccer better, Colin, you're not straight, and Seamus, no one likes you!"
"Hey!" said Colin. "Are you biased about people like me!?"
"No, but I am when they start selling BATHTUB pictures of me for twenty- five cents each!"
Colin blushed. "I, er... thought we were over that now..."
"Yeah, it's weird, but they're surprisingly good." Said Ginny.
"WHAAAATTTT!?!" screamed Harry.
"I'm talking about THEM!" she said quickly, motioning to Colin, Dean and Seamus. "They ARE surprisingly good, to tell the truth.
"CAPTAINS!" yelled Snape form the center of the pitch. "SHAKE HANDS!"
Ginny stepped to the center, and so did Malfoy.
"So, the Weasel family coughed up another captain!" said Malfoy, sneering.
"Shut it, Malfoy." Said Ginny simply.
Snape's whistle cut through the air.
"PENALTY! Unsportsmanlike conduct by the team captain!"
"I JUST SAID SHUT IT!" screamed Ginny in disbelief
Snape blew his whistle twice.
"AND IT SEEMS LIKE SLYTHERIN WILL TAKE TWO PENALTY SHOTS!" shouted the Commentator through his magical megaphone.
"You don't have to shout, Tyrone, we can hear you just fine." Said Professor McGonagall, who was sitting directly under this person whose first (or last!) name, was obviously Tyrone.
Snape released the balls, and the Quaffle was immediately brought to Gryffindor's end. One of the fat guys lined up to take the shot. He stayed suspended in the same place in midair as Snape handed him the Quaffle.
"What's he doing!?" wondered Tyrone aloud. "He's not intending to telegraph where he's going to throw the Quaffle, is he!?"
But that's exactly what he did. Aiming directly towards the right goal, he heaved the Quaffle as high as he could in that direction.
"HA! That's a half-shot! No problem for our own Weasley to get!" said Tyrone happily.
Obviously, Tyrone was going to be just as biased as Lee was.
Ron flew up towards the Quaffle, and readied himself to catch it a full fifteen feet form the hoops. And then the Slytherin chaser, the one who had just shot, flying full speed, seized the Quaffle before it could enter Ron's grip, barreled past Ron, and then put the ball through the now open goal.
"WHAAT!?" screamed Ron. "There must be a rule or something against that!"
"Nope." Sneered Snape. "If you knew how to keep, you'd know to get to the Quaffle faster!"
Snape handed the ball to the same Chaser again.
"Okay, after that cheap goal, Chaser Pudge will get another try, but in vain, of course!" said Tyrone, sounding very offended after the questionable goal.
Ron, concentrating now, stayed back as Pudge slowly aimed the Quaffle. Pudge threw!
And Malfoy blew a very, very loud horn.
"AAH!" shouted Ron and just about all of the Gryffindor team. But the Slytherins seemed to have not heard, in fact, they seemed to expect it. But the Quaffle certainly didn't hear, as it sped straight towards the goal. And the goal didn't hear either, as it stayed directly in its spot as the Quaffle went through it.
"ISN'T THAT ILLEGAL!?!" shouted Ginny to Snape.
Snape sneered. "I seem to have forgotten. Do you have the rule book?"
All of the Gryffindors seethed. If it was an unfair fight Snape wanted, it was an unfair fight he'd get!
"And, Gryffindor's finally off!" said Tyrone. "Here's Bell, to Ginny, to Colin, back to Ginny, Ginny, going past Pudge, past Bletchley, past Connell, what was Bletchley doing way out there, she's a keeper, and, oh, no, the LAST chaser, Wallace, managed to nearly kill Ginny with that evil tackle, and he takes the Quaffle!"
Ginny, however, was not mad, she just smiled, and winked at Colin. Colin winked back, and took out ANOTHER Quaffle from under his robes, to Harry's surprise. Where'd he get it from?
Colin threw the Quaffle to Ginny, and Ginny put it through the goal before Bletchley could get back.
"And... IT LOOKS LIKE GRYFFINDOR HAS SCORED, BUT... HOW!?" shouted Tyrone.
"Penalty!" hissed Snape, his face purple. "I've never seen such disgusting cheating in all of... of all..."
Ginny just smirked. "Is there a rule against that?"
"YES!" shouted Snape. He took out a small, dusty rule book. He pointed to the first page. "Rule number one!"
"Hey, I thought you said you didn't have your rulebook!" said Dean.
"Are you calling me a liar, Thomas!?" replied Snape.
"Yes!"
"PENALTY!"
Harry knew that now, the only way Gryffindor would win was if he caught the Snitch very soon.
Actually, when he thought about it, he might have to postpone the Snitch catching for a while, as Gryffindor was down 30 to 790.
And the sad part was that the game had only been going on for ten minutes.
"Well, we can just forget about the House Cup!" said Harry out loud.
"That's the spirit, Potter!" said Malfoy, hovering five feet above Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
"PENALTY!" shouted Snape.
Harry groaned. That was the seventh penalty he'd gotten. He had gotten three counts of saying "shut up," two counts of having his shadow go out of bounds (Harry didn't even know how Snape knew it was his shadow, because he hadn't been below forty feet for he whole game), one count of raising his fist too high, and the most ludicrous one, where he apparently "looked at Malfoy too menacingly for the sport to allow" (right after that Penalty, Malfoy gave Harry a look so menacing that he almost fell off of his broom).
"And... eh... Wallace puts this one away, making the score... what is it, oh, 8000 to 30. What? 800? Oh, what's the difference!?!" Tyrone was obviously getting frustrated. He had called Snape a dirty cheater (and some worse names) no less than 5 times during the match, resulting in five PENALTIES.
Ron was becoming very frustrated with his performance as Keeper. He thought it had to do with his "deteriorating skills." Harry, however, thought it had to do with the fact that he was now blindfolded and had one arm magically glued to his broomstick. Not to mention that Goyle had his bat trained on Ron, threatening to smash his head if he saved anything. Now, whenever Ron thought the Quaffle was coming, he frantically sped AWAY from it.
The Gryffindor crowd, now thoroughly shocked at the horrible cheating display, had started booing and throwing stuff at Snape. Snape, however, just smiled, and awarded Slytherin even more Penalty shots. The crowd then resulted to name-calling, but this did not help them at all, as Snape then awarded penalties twice as fast. By the time the crowd learned not to complain, the score was 40 to 1,900.
Harry could hardly believe this was happening. At this rate, Slytherin would have enough points to win the house cup three or four times over!
And when he figured that they actually DID have enough points to win the cup three or four times over, that's when he got mad.
"GINNY, CALL A TIME OUT!" he shouted towards the Chaser streaking past him, while dodging a Bludger.
"I HAVE called about, maybe, TWENTY already, Harry, but if we take more than ten seconds, Snape awards Slytherin a PENALTY!!!" said Ginny, stopping in midair, and ducking to avoid the same Bludger. "That pompous son of a-"
"PENALTY!!!"
This was worse than a nightmare. Ginny had stopped playing; she was now in the ground in tears. The Slytherins were now not even trying, except for Crabbe and Goyle, who were keeping the Bludgers away from everyone. Ron was still blindfolded, and he didn't know Crabbe had long since abandoned him, so he was still flying away at the slightest sound of an approaching chaser. Once in a while, he flew the wrong way, and hit a goal post. The Slytherins found this so amusing, that they now routinely tried to make Ron do just that in between penalties. Tyrone was crying just about as hard as Ginny, sending sobs through the megaphone. Somehow, no one had left the game. It probably had to do with the fact that they were so sorry for Gryffindor that leaving now would be a crime.
The torture had now been going on for about half an hour, when Harry saw something that sent a jolt through his whole entire body.
The snitch.
Harry panicked, and looked around for Malfoy. He was all the way at the other side of the stadium, laughing harder than he had since Harry's Backwards Talking incident. If Harry caught the snitch now- it would give Gryffindor a shred of respect.
Actually, it wouldn't, but at least the team wouldn't commit suicide.
He shot towards the ground, sending a gasp through all of the members of the crowd who were still awake. He was a pro at this by now- and Malfoy wasn't even paying attention, it made it five times as easier. He was within arms reach-
And then he got all of the breath knocked out of him.
Crabbe and Goyle had pinned him between them, and were shouting for Malfoy to come and catch the snitch. A boo like never before went up through the crowd- but Snape seemed to have gone temporarily deaf. Malfoy sped straight towards the snitch that was three feet in front of Harry- and not moving.
Harry could not believe it. Now the snitch had turned against them? And then Harry realized it had been tampered with, most likely with an Impedimenta spell.
Malfoy was now ten feet away- he slowed down, he was mocking Harry-
And then Harry was saved by Dean and Seamus. They barreled into Crabbe and Goyle, just barely moving them- but it was enough for Harry to stretch out his arm and grab the snitch by the very edge of its wings before Snape could award any penalties.
"YES!" shouted Harry- the nightmare was over- but then he saw Malfoy.
Malfoy was grabbing the snitch's OTHER wing.
"Who wins!?" was the question raised by Tyler, who had just blew his nose. "It seems that Snape is searching through the rulebook..."
Snape found a page, read it, and then frowned. Taking out his wand to magically amplify his voice, he announced-
"IN THE EVENT THAT THE SNITCH IS CAUGHT BY TWO SEEKERS AT THE SAME TIME, WHICHEVER SEEKER IS ABLE TO KEEP HOLD OF IT LONGEST, HIS TEAM WILL BE AWARDED 150 POINTS."
"GET MALFOY!!!" screamed the Gryffindors, and "GET POTTER!" screamed the Slytherins.
After the dust cleared, and both teams had wrestled each other to the ground, Harry frantically checked for the snitch. He didn't have it! For a second, he panicked-when he realized Malfoy didn't have it either. Where was it!?
Both teams seemed to pause, for just a moment, and then they all inexplicably turned their heads to one spot at the same time.
The Snitch was lying on its side at midfield.
Well, that was an interesting game. But stay tuned! Next chapter, we find out who catches the Snitch
[Actually, we find out who GRABS it off the ground, but that's not the point.]
And yes, I know, Snape is really a cheating *astard.
Review!
You know you want to!
And if you do,
More power to you!