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Chapter Ten: Triumphs

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Third POV

Today was the day. Today was the the last match of the season. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, winner takes the cup. Harry and Draco say nervously at the end of the breakfast table looking down at their identical plates of eggs, bacon and toast. They each had a bundle of nerves in the pits of their stomachs, a heart beating dangerously fast, and a head full of racing thoughts. Flint walked up behind the pair and looked at them worriedly.

"Eat. Now." Flint said firmly. "I will not have two players not playing at their best because of nerves. So eat." Harry, surprisingly, was the one to start eating first and ended up nudging Draco to get him to eat. The two finished quickly and followed the rest of the team out to the quidditch pitch. Flint stood in front as team captain and head chaser. Flanking him were the two beaters, Lucian Bole and Peregrine Derrick. And behind them, standing closely together were Harry and Draco, seeker and chaser respectively. Bringing up the rear was the keeper and the last chaser, Miles Bletchley and Adrian Pucey. The seven quickly changed into their quidditch robes and stood, brooms in hand, at the curtain leading to the pitch. Flint took a deep breath and turned to face the fidgeting players.

"We are going to do great. We are going to win. We have for the past seven years and this year won't change. We will win because we are the best. We have everything they don't have. Good brooms. Loyalty. Teamwork. Common sense. But most importantly we have a sense of strategy. We know what to do and what not to do. We know when do to certain moves and we know how to did what we do best. So let's get out there and show them who's best." Flint abruptly turned and walked out of the locker rooms and onto the pitch. Everyone took a deep breath and followed. The roar of the crowd was louder than usual as they walked onto the pitch. The status were thoroughly decorated with red, gold, silver and green. The majority of the school, surprisingly, was cheering for Slytherin. The fourteen players met with Madam Hooch in the center of the field and faced each other, the lions versus the snakes.

"Alright teams, I want a clean game. No pushing, shoving or intentionally trying to kill the other. Now on my whistle take to skies." Madam Hooch blew the whistle and everyone kicked off to their positions. Harry soared into the air and surveyed the field, searching for the tell tale glint of gold. Draco had caught the quaffle first and was currently flying towards the poles with Flint right behind him. Draco tossed the quaffle to Flint who threw it into the middle hoop with ease, scoring the first points for Slytherin. The crowd cheered loudly and Harry smiled. He dragged his attention away from the blonde and went back to look for the snitch. He flew wide slow circles around the pitch, keeping in sight of the other seeker, Cormac McLaggen, who was definitely tailing him.

Harry smirked as he got an idea. He sharply turned his broom to the right and took off as fast as he could. He took a quick peek behind him and, as he thought, McLaggen was following a mere twenty feet behind him. He passed Draco and caught his eye smirking. Draco's eyes widened as he understood and watched Harry closely as continued the wild goose chase.

The crowd watched in mild confusion and anticipation as they two seekers flew around the pitch at random. The Slytherins caught on to Harry's plan and threw encouragement at his chase. Harry smirked even wider and caught a glint of gold on the top of the Gryffindors hoops. Harry's brain whirled as he tried to think of a way to get the snitch without alerting the other seeker. He had an idea, but it was dangerous. He had only attempted to do this once during practice and he had barely made it. With his face full of determination, Harry sailed straight up and towards the Slytherin posts. He doubled checked that McLaggen was still following him and, with his confirmation, he pointed his broom straight down. The wind whipped his face as he flew. He heard the screams of the crowd and the cries of the teachers.