In all the confusion, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Down in the stands, Draco was yelling in disappointment, Cassiopeia had cried out with her eyes covered in fear of seeing the pain her son was in, Lee Jordan was having trouble staying on the game."The Nimbus Two Thousand Seeker Riddle is on has taken a hard hit from that rogue Bludger, what the Slytherin Beaters were thinking allowing the bludgers through their defences and having the beautiful broom possibly damaged"Jordan" Professor Mcgonagall warned."Alright yes, so after that horrifying turn of events for the newest and greatest of brooms..."JORDAN" Professor Mcgonagall yelled. Harry even with his heart still racing, and the pain in his leg, giggled at the obvious desire for his broom the Gryffindor had. "We continue play, Gryffindor still in possession." It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened, his broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall, he gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees, he'd never felt anything like that, from this broom in training or brooms at home. It happened again, it was as though the broom was trying to buck him off, but Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly just decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Slytherin goal posts, he had half a mind to ask Marcus to call time-out. When he realized that his broom was completely out of his control, he couldn't turn it, he couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.