Harry had a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day, it kept wandering up to the dormitory where his new broomstick was lying under his bed, or straying off to the Quidditch field where he'd be learning to play that night. He bolted his dinner that evening without noticing what he was eating, and then rushed upstairs with Draco, Theo and Blaise to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last."Wow" Theo sighed, getting agreements from Blaise and Draco as the broomstick rolled onto Harry's bedspread. Even Harry, who had always had the nicest things growing up, due to his Father trying to wipe away the start of his life, thought it looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top. As seven o'clock drew nearer, Harry left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. He'd never been inside the school stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on, at either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. Too eager to fly again to wait for Flint, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling, he swooped in and out of the goal posts and then sped up and down the field. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch.