Harry circled the pitch lazily, looking for the Snitch's golden sheen. It should be pretty easy to spot with such bright sunlight….
There!
Harry pushed himself into a dive, shooting across the field towards where he had seen it last. It was still hanging in the air - Harry felt the air rushing past him as he pushed his broom faster, faster. Ravenclaw's seeker had seen his sudden move and she, too, was hurtling towards the snitch…..
The snitch was just a few inches away- and if he caught it, they'd win. Just a few more….. a bit closer, stretch, s t r e t c h ----
