Harry reached out his hand, hoping he would once again feel to smooth, golden surface of the Snitch. It was the first time in twenty years that he’d played Quid ditch at Hogwarts and to be quite honest he’d grown rusty. When he turned, it wasn’t quick and slick, it was in fact, slow and clumsy. When he dived he didn’t look elegant or skillful, just wobbly un-professional. He liked to think it was the burden of children and marriage, but deep down he knew it was his work. The last few years had been the worst so far: a fresh batch of supporters of the dark lord. They were underground and pretty harmless. The most they ever did was send threats to the ministry and maybe the odd muggle murder, but nevertheless, the threat had to be removed.
Harry swerved to avoid a Bludger which in turn hit Cho Chang’s broom. He watched her zoom away and thought nothing of it until he saw where she was going. There was a massive jolt as Harry’s broom shot forward towards a small golden sparkle. Harry’s broom plummeted. And then he saw it clearly: about three feet in front of him! But Cho saw it too.
They were neck and neck, chasing the Snitch, seeking the victory. Suddenly there was a large crack and Cho was sent head over heals! She’d been too close to the ground and ended up digging her nose into the ground, splitting her broom in half.
Without warning, the Snitch shot up into the air with Harry in pursuit. They were flying higher and higher into he air and further and further away from the pitch.
“Harry,” Ginny called from below “where are you going?”
“I’m getting the snitch!” Harry hollered over his shoulder.
And then something strange happened: there was a strange grating, metallic noise as the wind picked up around Harry. He brushed the hair out of his eyes as he tried to focus on catching the small golden glint. But then his surroundings were changing as the grating started to slow. The cold, grey afternoon faded into a large room with a peculiar pattern on the wall. Harry was dumbstruck. He was snapped out of his trance by having to narrowly dodge a large glass tube. He twisted and turned and in all the confusion crashed into one of the walls.
“Oi,” a voice called “that’s my Tardis you just-“
Harry got up in a haze of amazement and confusion.
“Hello,” he muttered, only half there.
“Hello,” the strange man replied “you’re here? How can you be here?”
“I was at a school reunion. Sorry, I didn’t mean to burst in on you like this.” Harry apologized sheepishly.
“No, no,” the strange man whispered, before letting his face crack into a wide smile as he offered Harry his hand “the pleasures all mine! I’m the Doctor, the eleventh, good to meet you.”
“And I’m-“Harry started as he took the Doctor’s hand.
“Potter, Harry Potter. Big fan, lovely to meet you,” he smiled.
“Err, yes,” Harry half-laughed nervously “sorry, but err, have you seen a small gold ball?”
“Oh what? You mean the Snitch?” The Doctor grinned – obviously quite pleased with himself – as he took the small, shiny ball from his pocket.
“Yes that one-“Harry started before, once again being rudely interrupted by this “Doctor”.
“No, sorry, mine,” the Doctor said seriously “finders keepers. Anyway, I suppose you want to be getting back? Here we go!”
Harry clung onto the console as the room started shaking and the grating noise started again.
“Geronimo!” The Doctor grinned as the Tardis spun and twirled through time and space.
