"Harry, wake up!" Harry had every intention of staying asleep, but aparently Hermione had other ideas. "Harry, get up now!" Yelled Hermione, shaking him by the shoulders. "You've got to get up and have a decent breakfast, you've got a Quiddich match today!" She yelled. Harry had forgotten about that, and as he remembered about the game, he jumped up immediately. "What happened?" Asked Harry, realising that he was in the common room instead of in his nice, warm bed. "You fell asleep on the sofa." Replied Hermione. "You're going to be late for your match if you don't hurry up ang get dressed and get breakfast." Harry ran up to his dormitory, pulled on his Quiddich robes and then raced back down the stairs and out of the door. When he reached the Great Hall, he took his usual seat next to Ron. Hermione was sitting opposite them. "I don't think you've ever got ready so quickly." Commented Hermione, her nose stuck in today's copy of the Daily Prophet. "Well, it's Quiddich, isn't it?" Siaid Harry as he tucked into some breakfast. Then Ginny came over and sat beside Hermione. "Good luck today, Harry." She said, getting some breakfast of her own. "I reckon Ravenclaw doesn't have a hope against Gryffindor." Harry smiled, and took another mothfull of food. When he finished his breakfast, Harry said goodbye to his friends and set off towards the Quiddich pitch. As the game began, Harry looked around all the Gryffindors and saw Ron, Hermione and Ginny sitting together, cheering the loudest. Then Harry caught sight of the golden Snitch, and set off after it. The game was going well, Gryffindor was winning by ten points. As Ravenclaw scored another goal, Harry continued to chase after the Snitch. The little golden ball flew right infront of the Ravenclaw team's beater, and, naturally, Harry chased after it. This was exactly the wrong moment to fly infront of a beater, as he was just about to swing. "Crap!" Yelled Harry, as the bludger flew towards him with great speed. He was not really thinking of anything in particular, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville. The only thing he was defenitely thinking of at the moment was the bludger heading straight for his head. He knew that it was going to hit him, and that he was probably going to fall of his broom, but his instincts still told him to fly away. Fast. He raced away from the oncoming bludger, but he was not fast enough. It hit him incredibly hard, right on the back of the head, and then Harry blanked out.