Hey everyone! I just decided to put this one in here, so it might make some more sense. :)

Harry surveyed the scene before him. Gryffindor was up, 40-30, and he knew he had to find the snitch soon if they had any hope of winning.

The day was cold, and there was a humoungous thunder storm going on. Squinting through his goggles (he thanked the gods 'Mione knew that spell), he saw Ron miss another shot at their goal. Groaning silently in frustration, he took a deep breath, and then shouted out encouragement to his friend.

People were usually hard on him because of his stress problems- the Slytherins certainly weren't cutting him a break- but mostly everyone else did, simply because the weather conditions were horrifically bad today, and it was only natural for an ametur goalie to miss in bad weather.

Another loud CRACK of lightning brought him back to the action happening right before his eyes.. Ginny (his lips curled up into a smile as he saw her) had the Quaffle, and was zooming on her broom to the Slytherin goalposts as fast as she could. The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs were going crazy with wild cheering, he even screamed, "GO GINNY!" a few times, getting caught up in the moment of the game.

Harry loved moments like those, the ones where you felt the rush of energy -either with you or another team member- in the moment of the game. It was as if the entire stadium disappeared, and there was only you and the scene around you.

Ginny passed it to another Chaser -he couldn't tell who due to the storm- the teammate passed it back to her, and she hurled it into the left hoop, scoring. The cheers from the crowd were deafening, and were loads louder than the Slytherins booing. Lightning lit up the sky again, followed quickly by a loud BOOM, making several people cover their ears from the added noise.

The score was now 50-30, but everyone knew Slytherins played dirty- the team must have something up their sleeves, or they would never have looked so unperturbed by the score. Well, they never have been before.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the Golden Snitch right behind the Slytherin seeker, Draco Malfoy. His eyes zeroed in on the Golden Snitch, trying to figure out a way? His own Firebolt was a lot faster than Malfoy's Nimbus Two Thousand, but all Malfoy had to do was turn around and grab it! He DID have the element of surprise if the crowd didn't give him away...

Back to the original problem: How in the name of Hell was he going to get it without Malfoy noticing? His mind was busy coming up with solutions. Malfoy wasn't looking this way, maybe he could sneak up behind him on his broomstick... but the crowd might not go for that. Umm, he might be able to-

Unfortunately for Harry, he never got a chance to finish that thought. Simply because he was trying to figure out a way to catch the Golden Snitch, he hadn't been paying much attention to the game. As a result, he hadn't heard people's warning cries as the Bludger came and hit him in the head, hard.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff's BOOS were defeaning- McGonagall was even joining in along with a lot of the other teachers. Somehow, Dumbledore made himself look neutral in the midst of the chaos, even though Harry knew Dumbledore supported Gryffindor.

Suddenly, an aching pain gripped Harry on his head. Strange, he was usually able to shrug off Buldgers... Groaning, he gingerly touched where he had been smacked. His eyesight was getting hazy, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake. However, the rains were pounding onto his head, making his growing headache worse. The crowds booing or cheering- depending on what side you were on- only made it worse.

He barely noticed as he dropped lower and lower from the sky, his broom wobbling hesitantly from side to side.

Before he knew it, he was falling, falling, falling hard towards the ground, and he was out cold the instant he hit it.

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