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Dear Mum and Dad,

Today was the first quidditch match of the season, Slytherin verses Gryffindor. The boys in my dormitory and Hermione got together a banner out of a sheet that said, 'Potter for President' along with a Gryffindor lion and Hermione made it flash different colors. It was very encouraging, as I was feeling pretty nervous. Wood and Flint, the Slytherin captain, shook hands and the game began. (Harry proceeds to describe the entire match in extreme detail)

Just after I dodged the bludger, my broom suddenly jerked. I thought I was going to fall off for a second. Then, it did it again, as if it was trying to buck me off. I couldn't steer it at all. It took me higher, away from the game, making all kinds of zigzags and lurches. It started rolling over and over, until it managed to get me almost off of it; I was hanging by one hand. The Weasley twins tried to pull me onto one of their brooms, but mine kept going higher, so they couldn't reach me.

Then, all of a sudden, my broom just stopped acting like that, and I was able to get back on. Almost at once, I noticed the snitch and dived after it. Except I accidentally ended up catching it in my mouth. Thus, Gryffindor won the game by a hundred and seventy points to sixty.

It wasn't until afterward that I was told what happened in the stands. While my broom was going out of control, Hermione noticed Snape in the stands muttering nonstop. She went over to his stand and snuck up behind him before setting his cloak on fire! After which, I was able to regain control over my broom.

I forgot to mention that Ron and I saw Snape on the night of Halloween going off by himself while all the other teachers were looking for the troll. And the day before the match, I walked in on Filch helping Snape bandage his leg, and he was talking about the three-headed dog. We believe that he let the troll in to make a diversion, so he could get to whatever the dog was guarding.

We were discussing this in Hagrid's hut after the match. Hagrid thinks the whole theory is rubbish, but it turns out that the three-headed dog is actually Hagrid's. He calls it Fluffy! He also let slip that the whole business is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel. Do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

Love,

Harry

Dear Harry,

Congratulations on winning your first quidditch match! That was incredible; people will be talking about this match for years! I wish I had been there.

If we had, it would have scared me to death.

Good job staying on your broom while it was out of control.

I don't know why your broom acted like it did, but I am sure that Professor Snape didn't do it. Dumbledore trusts him, and I don't believe for a second that he would steal something Dumbledore is trying to keep safe. He is certainly not trying to kill you.

But if he is, I'll …

James, be quiet! Please be careful, Harry. You do seem to have a talent for getting into life threatening situations.

We don't know who Nicolas Flamel is, although the name does seem familiar.

I'm not going to tell you not to try and figure it out; I know you will no matter what I say. Just don't worry about it too much. I'm sure it's perfectly safe. Good job on winning the quidditch match. We are proud of you.

Didn't I say he'd be the best house player ever!

Good luck on your next game,

Love,

Dad and Mum