"Give it your best" Harry called to to his cousin "Or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh, yeah?" said Draco, sneered. But Harry knew he was also trying to not laugh at the same time, he had learnt to read his cousins expressions and voice tone very young. Harry leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward his cousin like a javelin. Draco only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. Their friends were laughing and jeering. Harry saw, as though in slow motion, his cousins most valuable possession slipping out of Draco's pocket, then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down, the next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the pendant, wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching, his sister's the loudest he stretched out his hand, a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the ancient Malfoy pendant locket clutched safely in his fist."HARTFORD RIDDLE!"