A/N: Ok this is a warning for anyone who read the third chapter before 7-21-06. You need to go back and reread the last three paragraphs because well I changed them and if you don't know what happens in them you will be like lost this whole chapter. So any ways it's from like from Harry's POV and it's the first quidditch game of the new school year.

Disclaimer: I look nothing like Jo Rowling, so what makes you think I wrote the Harry Potter books?

Harry Potter stared at his reflection in the mirror in the boys' dormitory and frowned. He was in his quidditch robes, his hair was as unruly as ever, and the butterflies in his stomach weren't getting any better.

"Harry are you ready?" He turned around to see his best mate Ron Weasley walk in to the room followed by his other best mate Hermione Granger, and Ron's sister Ginny.

"Yea," Harry replied.

"Well quite checking yourself out and move it, Ron said.

"I was not checking myself out," Harry retorted. "I don't even think that's possible to do."

"Come on you two," interjected Hermione. She took a hold of Ron's arm and started pulling him toward the door. "We don't need our quidditch captain and keeper getting into a fight right before the game."

The whole school was excited. It was the first quidditch game of the season Gryffindor verses Ravenclaw. The tension between the two houses was high. Neither side wanted to see their team lose, and have to deal with the gearing and side remarks from the other team and their house.
Harry had put in extra practices for exactly that reason, pushing himself and his teammates to their limits. The new Gryffindor quidditch team consisted of Ron was the keeper; Ginny, Suzzin, and Dean were the chasers; Nat and Frank were the two beaters, and Harry was both seeker and captain of the team. All in all, it was one of the best teams Gryffindor had ever had.

Nerves ran high in the locker room. If they won, it would mean that Harry Potter had once again put together another successful team, if they lost, well Harry tried not to think about that. "Ok," he said in what he hoped was a confident voice. "It's the first game of the season. We know Ravenclaw has a good team, but we have a better one. We didn't train in the middle of some dumb storm to go out and lose today. Now lets go kick Ravenclaw's butt!"

The snitch was released, the bludgers were out, and the quaffle was up. The quidditch game had begun. Harry circled the pitch looking for any hint of the snitch, but never found it. Over at the other end he saw the Ravenclaw seeker (Patrick something or another) doing the same.

"Oh and what a save by Gryffindor. Weasley seems to be on top of his game this year, not like last year mind you." Adam Green, a Gryffindor fifth year, was the new sports commenter. "And Ginny Weasley now in position for Gryffindor. I wonder if her and Potter are still dating."

"Adam!"

"Sorry Professor, but she's fine! No offense Potter. But your girlfriends really hot!"

"Adam!"

"Ok, gesh can't a guy say something nice about a girl. Anyways Weasley passes to Thomas, Thomas to Woren (Suzzin), back to Thomas, to Weasley who scores! Yea that a girl." Gryffindor takes the lead, ten to zero." Harry made a mental note to hex Adam the next time he saw him for the comments about Ginny.

Over at the other of the pitch Patrick was having the same luck as Harry when it came to finding the snitch. None. The sun reflected off of anything. More than once Harry wondered if the snitch was still on the grounds.

Gryffindor's early lead in the beginning of the game hadn't lasted long. Rachel (one of the Ravenclaw chasers) had immediately followed up with three goals for her team.

The game heated up as both teams tied at fifty points. Harry knew that he needed to get the snitch. That's when he saw it. The snitch was hovering down at the bottom of the Ravenclaw goal posts. Harry dove for it. Spotting the snitch only seconds after Harry, Patrick dove too. Both flattened themselves against their broomsticks.

The snitch went up over the heads of the spectators, and took a sharp left toward were the announcer was, with Patrick and Harry hot on it's tall.

What happened next Harry never saw. He almost had the snitch; his fingers were inches away from it when suddenly out of nowhere something hit him in his left side. Harry lost his grip on his broomstick and collided with the sides of the stands before landing the ground. A wave of boos and whoops rose up out of the crowd.

Within seconds Madam Hooch blew her whistle to signal a time out was down on the field helping Harry up. She looked him over. "Potter," she said, "your right arm looks busted you need to go to the hospital wing to get it fixed."

"But Professor," he protested. "If I go then Gryffindor won't have a seeker. I'm fine really. I can play with it, really."

"I won't hear of it, quidditich is a dangerous game, I won't have a student risk further injuries because he's to thick headed to know when enoughs enough."

"But Professor," he continued, seeing that it wasn't going to be easy to pursued Madam Hooch to let him continue playing. "I've played with busted limbs before."

"Yes Rolanda," it was Professor Mcgonagall, "if the boy wants to play let him play." She obviously didn't want to see her team lose either.

"Honestly Minerva, I would have thought you cared more about your students than winning."

Professor Mcgonagall looked hurt. "If Potter wants to play it should be up to him."

"Fine, fine, well what do you say Potter can you still play?"

"Yes, defiantly." Madam Hooch summand Harry's broom back to him, and the teacher cleared off the field so the game could continue. In revenge for Harry, Nat sent a blugder at Patrick, who in turn dived and lost the snitch. Harry made another mental note to find out who hit him and get them back.

After another twenty minutes and no sign of the snitch Harry was starting to get anxious. He need to get the snitch. That's when it happened again, Patrick dove, Harry dove too. The snitch was hovering in the middle of the pitch.

The bludgers went flying, but strangely they both went up. The snitch went down. Both seekers dove, the chase had turned into a game of chicken. Who can get closer to the ground without hitting it. Harry had the faster broom but Patrick was closer. At the last second Patrick came out of his dive.

Harry saw his chance and took hit. His fingers closed around the tiny golden ball. He had done it. Gryffindor had one. But unfortunately everyone was so absorbed in the game that no one saw the girl falling from the sky until the last minute. The teachers must of done some quick spell work cause she slowed down a little bit, but in the end she still hit the ground hard enough to make people wonder if she was still breathing.

A/n: Ok done finally. This chapter was really hard to write because I'm bad at writing quidditch games incase you didn't notice. Plus I'm IMing people so go figure. Well be sure to Review, Review, Review.