"The score is 60-10 to Gryffindor!" Luna Lovegood's dreamy voice boomed out over the Hogwarts stadium. It was the next day, and Slytherin was getting slaughtered by the red and gold team. Ron, feeling very good that day, saved all goals except for one, where he was hit by a Bludger.
Harry was zooming around the goalposts, keeping his eye on Ron, feeling something god inside. But his concentration on Ron was broke when he heard something buzzing behind him. He turned around, and saw for a second the Snitch, which zoomed away. Speeding after it, Harry reached out and prepared himself to land.
Closer… closer…
Harry jumped, and grabbed the Snitch, falling on the ground he stood up, and waved his hands to the cheering spectators. Boos and yells of hate from the Slytherin stand behind him didn't seem to matter, especially when he heard Luna's voice rumble loudly: "Gryffindor wins 210-10 over Slytherin! Gryffindor wins the house cup!"
As the team landed, everyone came and grabbed Harry, who stood boldly, waving the Quidditch Cup. As he passed it on, he started giving all the girls hugs and shaking the Beaters hands. Harry didn't see Ron, which set his mood down.
