As the match drew nearer, however, Harry became more and more nervous, not that he admitted to anyone besides Fred. The redhead had a way of calming Harry down by just being next to him, although although they although they had taken to hiding in the library to just have a few words before having to separate. Thankfully the rest of the team wasn't too calm either, it meant he wasn't alone, although for them it was the idea of overtaking Gryffindor in the house championship again. Harry didn't know whether he was imagining it or not, but he seemed to keep running into Potter wherever he went, at times, he even wondered whether Potter was following him, trying to catch him on his own. Harry knew, when they wished him good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that his friends and sister were wondering whether they'd ever see him alive again, this wasn't what you'd call comforting. Harry hardly heard a word of Marcus" pep talk as he pulled on his Quidditch robes and picked up his Nimbus Two Thousand.