Chapter 2
An hour later they were walking out into the sun, dressed in scarlet robes, amid mixed cheers and boos from the stands.
"Ok, everyone, this is it," Harry called to the team behind him. He shook hands with the burly Slytherin captain, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they were off.
Harry looked up and started laughing. Luna Lovegood was commentating, a situation Professor McGonagall didn't look to pleased with.
"And Ginny Weasly has the quaffle, soaring up the pitch, ooh, close escape from that bludger hit by Gregory Goyle, I don't think he's very nice, oh, and Ginny's getting close to the posts, gosh, I wouldn't want to face that keeper…looks like he's swallowed a bit of Deranged Draught, a new concoction being brewed by the minister, I think he's planning to use it on his army of pixies…not quite sure that's legal – oh, sorry proffesor, I guess Ginny scored, so that's 10 – 0 to Gryffindor then, oh I do hope they win, I suppose they wil though, I mean, that Harry Potter's quite good, isn't he? Quite a few of the girls in our year fancy him…not sure why…I suppose he is quite nice, but I prefer redheads, like his friend Ron Weasly…"
Harry could see Ron's ears turning red from across the pitch. He laughed and turned his attention to searching for the snitch. About 5 minutes later he saw something gold glinting by the goalposts. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, as the Slytherin seeker was closer to the snitch than he was, Harry slowly started flying in that direction. He looked around him. As if still searching, while actually getting closer. He was 10 feet away, 5 feet, so close he could touch it, and-
"I've got it!" Harry yelled. He waved his hand in the air. "I've got the snitch!"
Cheers erupted from the stands as the crowd slowly caught on.
"Yay, Harry!" yelled Ginny, flying toward him. Just then something rather hard collided with the back of Harry's head, and Ginny's face swimming before him was that last thing he saw before blacking out.