Harry meanwhile, had pulled his broom up sharply to avoid slamming into the ground. He skimmed the grass with the tips of his toes, the snitch held triumphantly above his head and a wide grin on his face. Finally, he came to a stop and dismounted smartly, the snitch’s fluttering wings tickling against his palm as it tried to break free. He jumped up and down, waving the snitch above his head and cheering with the rest of the school - he’d forgotten how amazing it felt to catch the golden snitch in a competitive match. He felt like he was on top of the world - he felt like he could do anything in that moment, anything at all.