*Edited*

The Quidditch season has finally begun.

I am to play my first match on Saturday against Slytherin. And it's in front of the whole school... Eek.

I was finally let out of the hospital wing on Monday and I got straight back into Quidditch training.

Wood is making us train harder than ever. He had also tried to keep Harry and I a secret-I emphasise on 'tried'-the news had somehow leaked out.

I seriously don't know what's worse-people telling me that I'll be brilliant or that they'd be running under me with a mattress.

At least I'm lucky I've got Hermione as my friend, or else I wouldn't get even half-way through my homework-with all the last-minute Quidditch practices Wood is making us do. Wood made me read 'Quidditch Through the Ages'(although I've already read it twice), and read over all the 700 Quidditch fouls-even though half of them don't involve the Seeker.

Hermione has finally become a bit more relaxed about rule-breaking(which makes it easier to prank-but I don't have time these days) since Harry and Ron saved her(and me) from the troll.

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The morning of the Quidditch match is very bright and cold.

I walk down to breakfast as usual with Amy, and the hall is filled with the smell of fried sausages and some students having a cheerful chatter about the upcoming Quidditch match.

I don't eat anything.

I'm too nervous.

Even the chocolate pancakes that look so delicious, just waiting for me to eat them up, don't tempt me.

I pretend that I have eaten when Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie come.

Amy knows that I didn't. She tried, but gave up.

So now she, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie are trying to get Harry to eat.

"You've got to eat some breakfast-"

"I don't want anything-"

"Just a bit of toast-"

"I'm not hungry."

Harry looks as though he's going to be sick any moment. It must be just nerves.

"Sarah, Harry," Seamus says, he was here before me, so he knows I haven't eaten, "you're going to need your strength today."

"Thanks Seamus," I say quietly.

Harry doesn't say anything.

Git.

By eleven o'clock, the whole school is filing into the stands, meanwhile, in the changing rooms, myself and the rest of the team are changing into our scarlet Quidditch robes.

"Okay men-" Wood says

"And women!" I protest.

"And women," Wood agrees. "This is it."

"The big one-" Fred says.

"The one we've all been waiting for," says George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred says to me. "We were on the team last year too."

"Shut up, you two," Wood says. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We are going to win. I know it."

He gives us a glare as to say 'or else'.

"Right, it's time. Good luck all of you."

We follow Wood out onto the pitch to hear loud cheers.

Madam Hooch, who is refereeing, stands in the middle of the field waiting for us two teams, broom in hand.

"Now I want a fair game, from all of you," She says. I notice that she is speaking particularly to the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, a burly sixth year. By the looks of him, I think he's got a bit of troll blood in him.

"Mount your brooms."

I mount my Nimbus 2000.

Madam Hooch blows her whistle and we take off.

"And the Quaffle is taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor- what and excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Fred and George's friend Lee Jordan is commentating the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"And she's belting up the field, a neat pass to Chaser, Harry Potter, new to the team this year, a great find-back to Johnson and-no, Slytherin have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes-Flint flying like an eagle up there-he's going to sc-no, stopped by Gryffindor Keeper Oliver Wood and Gryffindor in possession-that's Chaser, Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and-OUCH-that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger-Quaffle taken by Slytherin-that's Adrian Pucey speeding off towards the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger-sent his way by either Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which-nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Potter back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off he goes-he's really flying-dodges a speeding Bludger-the goal posts are ahead-come on now Harry-Keeper Bletchley dives-misses-GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers full the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

I now start circling the field for a glint of gold.

I see it. In a great rush of excitement, I dive downwards after the streak of gold. The Slytherin Seeker, Terrence Higgs, has seen it too.

Neck and neck we hurtle towards the Snitch.

I am naturally faster than Higgs-I can see the little round, gold ball speeding through the air-I put on an extra spurt of speed-

WHAM!

Marcus Flint blocks me.

I am hurtling through the air without control.

I hold on for dear life.

Gryffindor are given a penalty.

As soon as I regain focus, I start circling the field again for the Snitch.

Suddenly my broom gives a massive lurch.

I grip my broom harder and try to steady it-but it keeps lurching, hard. I am completely out of control. I can't turn it. I can't direct it at all.

I am zig-zagging through the air. The broom is carrying me higher and higher, twitching as it goes.

The broom gives a sudden, violent jerk and I swing off. I am holding on with only one arm.

Suddenly the broom stops swerving and jerking. I swing back onto the broom and dive down.

I notice that the same thing must have happened to Harry. His face is a white as a ghost.

I clap my hands around my mouth as though I'm about to be sick.

I don't feel sick.

I make my way to the ground and land on all fours.

I cough and something gold falls into my hands.

The Snitch!

"I've got the Snitch!" I shout.

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as they start coming onto the pitch to congratulate me.

Harry, Hermione, Bonnie and Amy hug me, while Ron just shakes my hand.

Seamus gives me a small kiss on the cheek.

I can feel my cheeks go bright red.

Fred and George lift me onto their shoulders.

I've won my first Quidditch match.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I make our way down to Hagrid's hut, with Hagrid.

"It was Snape," Ron explains. "Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I saw him. He was jinxing your brooms, muttering."

We go inside, and Hagrid gets out a teapot.

"Yeah, you know that kid, Lewis?" Amy says.

I nod. I remember him from the sorting and classes. He's really clumsy-always tripping over or dropping his books.

"Well, he and Neville tried to take on Malfoy. They're still in the Hospital Wing, got knocked out-"

"And Ron stepped in-" Bonnie says.

"Ohh, so that explains Ron's black eye-"

Hagrid, obviously not listening says, "Why would Professor Snape do somethin' like that?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I exchange looks.

"I found something out about him," Harry tells Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think think he was trying to get whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid drops the teapot that he's filling.

"How do you know about Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?" Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie and Amy say in unison.

"That thing has a name?" I ask.

"Yeah-he's mine-bought him of a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year-I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes?" I say eagerly.

"Now, don't ask me any more. That's top secret that is," Hagrid says gruffly, picking up the teapot.

"But Snape's trying to steal it-"

"Codswallop," says Hagrid. "Professor Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why'd he just try to kill Sarah and Harry then?" Cries Hermione. "I know a jinx when I see one, I've read all about them, you need to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking."

The others nod.

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong," Hagrid says hotly. "I don' know why Sarah and Harry's brooms acted like that, but Professor Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all of yeh, yer meddlin' in thing that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget about that dog and what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel-"

"A-ha!" Harry says. "So there's someone called Nicholas Flamel involved is there?"

Hagrid looks furious with himself.

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A/N

Hey, sorry I didn't uploaded on Monday, I was really busy with homework and school and stuff so I didn't get time to upload. Sorry.

I don't really have much to say these days.

Just four words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Thanks :)