Gryffindor lost the quidditch match. Against slytherin. Don't ask me how- it was the last second of the game. Harry was racing against Malfoy, getting farther and farther ahead, and in the blink of an eye, he caught it. The snitch. No, not Harry. Malfoy. Honestly, it was an embarrassment. Don't get me wrong, I love Harry to death, but losing the quidditch cup when we had "The Boy Who Lived" as our seeker, especially against slytherin, had the whole of gryffindor throwing themselves a pity party. It had been 5 days since that fateful quidditch match when we were given an offer that was impossible to refuse.