"Excuse me, Professor Snape, could I borrow Harry for a moment?" He asked smiling when Severus nodded and Harry stepped forward."Riddle, you know Marcus Flint, he is your elder study partner I believe?" Dumbledore asked, Harry nodded feeling extremely lost, judging by his Uncle's and Marcus’ faces he wasn't the only one. "Flint I've found you a Seeker." Dumbledore declared joyfully. Flint's expression changed from puzzlement to delight, albeit it wasn't that much of a change with Marcus."Are you serious, Professor?" He asked."You have to be joking?!" Snape shouted."Absolutely," said Professor Dumbledore happily. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it, he caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive," Professor Dumbledore told Flint. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it." He said cheerfully. Flint who hadn't seen Harry fly since he had been a child and learning was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once.