The brutal game resumed, Slytherin playing dirtier and dirtier tricks to get and keep the Quaffle. While Blaise and Theo were smacking the Bludgers towards Potter every chance they got. Making the second year dodge and roll constantly, limiting his time searching for the Snitch. Harry spun as he saw something shine past his eyes, he went to dive only to spot a golden ray of light peeking through the dark clouds, the weather was turning around. "SLYTHERIN SCORES AGAIN!! 60 TO 10!" Harry cheered with his team and House as they continued to pull ahead. He was flying close to goals watching Draco deflect yet another throw from Bell, a third year Gryffindor, when Potter zoomed past him trying to avoid a perfectly hit Bludger from Blaise who was hooting loudly. Suddenly he swerved sharply, almost bowling into Draco as Theo hit the second Bludger towards him from the side. "Training for the ballet Potter?" Draco laughed scornfully. Harry laughed gleefully as Potter tried to flip Draco off but ended up having to dive to avoid yet another Bludger. But before he could join Draco in the teasing a streak of gold caught his eye from behind Blaise, and in flash he was flat against his broom and hurtling past a startled Potter who was trying to right himself.