Finally ; Harry Potter [1]

Chapter 11

The day for the Quidditch match had finally arrived. And, although, the weather was rough and as bad as it could be, Harry couldn't be more relieved. Nothing beat the feeling of flying free on his broom. It was the best distraction from the haunting thoughts that roamed his head.

The sky was covered in a thick sheet of grey clouds, the only light source was the flashes of lightning breaking through and illuminating the Quidditch pitch. Thunder crackled angrily and Robyn jumped each time it would boom over the loud cheering.

The whole crowd was covered in a blanket of black umbrellas, though the odd one or two people abandoned theirs as it blew inside out or out of their grasp completely.

The Quidditch pitch was full of racing brooms and screams of encouragement, all anticipating the start of the match. The Gryffindors wore bright scarlet and the Hufflepuffs were sporting canary yellow. A whistle blew and the twin Bludgers were shot into the air.

The match began. Robyn watched intensely next to Ron and Hermione, who were cheering Harry on rather loudly. Robyn followed Harry as he was the only one she knew apart from Fred and George, Ron's brothers, who were identical twins with fiery red hair and the obsession with trouble.

Robyn stood still, feeling bodies being pressed against her as they all cheered. She could already feel a headache coming on. Robyn had never really been to a Quidditch match before. She had read about them and she was interested with them but the environment was too loud and clammy for her liking.

Harry flew through the needle like rain looking for the Snitch. Every now and then he would use one of his hands to wipe his glasses clean so he could see. His robes snapped violently as he circled the pitch for any sign of gold.

Suddenly, a Bludger whizzed past him and Robyn's breath hitched as she watched it turn around and head straight for him. Luckily, Harry ducked, his hair swaying as it zoomed past him and hit the broom of the Hufflepuff Beater. The Hufflepuff Beater went spiralling down, the crowd gasping as he dissappeared to the floor of the arena.

From the stands, the Quidditch players looked a little more than streaking blurs. Ron had to squint to try and get a better look. A bright strike of lightning hit Angelina Johnson's broom and she also went plummeting to the ground. Robyn tried not to picture what she would look like from the receiving end and focused on hoping that that didn't happen to Harry. But she knew she had not to worry as Harry was an amazing flyer and could get out of any close call.

Harry ducked again as a ripped, wandering black umbrella floated through the pitch. Suddenly, there was a flicker of gold. A flicker of hope filled Robyn's stomach as she watched Harry pick up speed.

The whole thing will be over soon.

She thought hopefully. The Snitch baited Harry into flying up above the the thick clouds, out of view. Hermione and Ron carried on cheering Harry's name, but Robyn couldn't join in. A horrible feeling filled her gut and she couldn't get rid of it. She searched the sky for Harry but he still stayed hidden.

Harry stopped abruptly, the Snitch out of sight. He turned his Nimbus around angrily, searching for the Snitch.

I almost had it!

He thought angrily. He was determined to get that Snitch. So far he has never failed to catch the Snitch in other games and today was not going to be the day he looses.

As Harry scanned the area, he saw a black silhouette flicker past the highest tower in the stadium. Breaking his stare off the tower, his eye's flickered back to the clouds. He saw the Snitch again, glowing like a firefly. He fired after it, when he stopped again, as he saw the clouds move. His eye's filled with the sight of a cloud looking like a enormous shaggy dog. Fear flickered inside of him, the thought of Professor Trelawney's class entered his mind.