The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

An Actual Game

**Emilia's POV**
Today was our first actual quidditch match.

In the little room where we get dressed for quidditch, I stood next to Oliver Wood, who was aware of my current situation.

"How do you feel, Emilia? Any better?"

"Not really, no," I was honest. I remember who Ron, Harry, and Hermione are, but not much else.

"Well, just try not to get a bludger to the head. That'll only make it worse." He laughed as if trying to make the situation lighter, but I just stood there, holding onto my broom like it was life support.

The doors opened and we all mounted our brooms and flew out.

"Now I want a clean game. From all of you!" Madam Hooch shouted.

The snitch was released along with the bludgers, and then the quaffle, and the game started. I watched Harry get out there and immediately catch the quaffle and score ten points for Gryffindor.

"Go Harry!" I shouted. Suddenly, his broom started shaking him all around. "Harry!" I tried flying towards him, as did Fred and George, but as we got closer, his broom just kept going higher.

"Harry Potter's broom has gone bazerk!" I heard Lee yell.

Then I remembered, I actually had a job to do. If I end the game everyone can focus on getting Harry down. I looked around, searching for a golden speck. Then the Slytherin seeker started rapidly flying, so I followed him.

"Ten more points to Gryffindor!" I heard Lee shout. I looked up and saw Harry flying on his broom again as normal, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"The Slytherin captain must've been bloody peeved, as he hit Oliver Wood, Gryffindor keeper and captain, with a bludger! The bloody no good-"

"Lee!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagle."

I looked over at where Oliver should've been, but he wasn't there- he was knocked out on the ground.

Everyone's dropping like flies. I had to win this.

I kept chasing the snitch, which I now had in view, but it was headed straight for the ground. I looked at the Slytherin seeker and he looked at me with worry of his face. Pulling his broom up, he chickened out. But I was no chicken.

I quickly adjusted my broom so I was parallel to the ground. Standing up on my broom trying my best to balance myself, I reached out and tried to grab the snitch. Instead, I put my foot too far forward and fell face first off my broomstick. I could feel something in my mouth, something cold and hard.

"Blimey, it looks like Emi is about to be sick!" I could hear Hagrid boom. Before I knew what was happening, I opened my mouth and the golden snitch came out.

"Emilia Potter has caught the golden snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

{A/N- I'm so sorry for the literally two year late update, I'm not even gonna try to make an excuse because I'm sure you probably don't want to hear it. Thank you for sticking around, it means the world to me}