meant to be (1)

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Harry's broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd, including me, gasped. His broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with one hand.

The Weasleys flew up and tried to pull Harry safely on to one of their brooms, but it was no good. Every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still.

And even though I would never admit that to Harry, I was worried about him. It didn't help when the twins dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell.

Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.

Suddenly I heard a loud yelp from the crowd. Snapes robe was on fire. He tried to stop it by stomping on it. I don't know if I was just seeing things, but it seemed as there was Hermione's bushy hair quickly running away from the fire.

But during the fire, up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom.
He was speeding towards the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth. Was he going to be sick?

He hit the pitch on all fours, coughed and something gold fell into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head and the game ended in complete confusion.

I quickly landed next to him along with the other team members, celebrating our win.

"Harry! We won, We won!" I squealed out of delight as he pulled me into a hug.

Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference - Harry hadn't broken the rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Gryffindor had won by one hundred seventy points to sixty.

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After the match Harry, Hermione, Ron and I went to have tea with Hagrid in his hut.

"It was Snape" Ron explained "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish" said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

We all looked at each other, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth.

"Jules and I found out something about him" he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding"

Hagrid dropped the teapot.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"Fluffy?" I asked. "That thing has a name?"

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

"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.

"Now don't ask me any more" said Hagrid gruffy. "That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it" Ron argued.

"Rubbish" said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teache, he'd do nothing of the sort"

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione. The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eyecontact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all when I saw him!"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all four of yeh - yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. Yeh forget that dog an' yeh forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel-"

"Aha!" I said "So there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid looked furious with himself.