"AND RIDDLE HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!!" Lee screamed, as one the entire crowd leant forward to watch in anticipation. Harry felt the adrenaline rush through his body like wind around him, almost nothing beat the feeling of flying high, totally in control. The broom responding to the smallest of twitches from his hand, he grinned widely and openly as he followed the Snitch into a dangerous spiral, hurtling towards the ground. With the wind roaring in his ears he couldn't hear Slytherin chanting his name and Gryffindor chanting, some reluctantly, Potters, he couldn't see how the entire game had stopped to watch him, and how Potter was on his tail, hate and anger across his face. What he did hear was a snapping and loud scream from right behind him, determined to win he ignored the urge to look as he raced on."GRYFFINDOR SEEKER HAS TAKEN A HIT FROM A BLUDGER HIT BY BEATERS ZABINI AND NOTT WORKING TOGETHER! SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!" Harry barely heard Lee’s commentary, it was less than three seconds later when he felt his fingers closing around the fluttering Snitch. Slytherin erupted into screams and thumping as Harry landed on the grass holding his hand up with the Snitch, a wide grin stretched across his lips. Before he knew it he was wrapped around from every angle in the arms of his teammates, each one yelling and jumping in victory. "SLYTHERIN WINS 210 TO 10!!" Lee shouts. "GRYFFINDORS SEEKER LOOKS TO HAVE PASSED OUT AFTER THAT BRUTAL AND ACCURATE HIT!" The Slytherin team stopped to turn and see for themselves that Potter had indeed passed out on the pitch, his arm laying at an unnatural angle. "What happened?" Harry asked his voice filled with mirth. "It was spectacular!" Marcus crowed as he threw his bulky arms around Blaise and Theo causing the smaller boys to jostle."The Bludger was going in the wrong direction to you and Potter, there was no way any Beater could have made the Bludger hit Potter with the force they wanted. So bloody Theo, he screams at Blaise and hits it diagonally towards to him, with it gaining speed Blaise was able to hit diagonally again and smacks Potter right in the fucking elbow!!" Marcus was practically dancing in exuberance. "It was the most fucking fantastic thing I have ever fucking seen!" Marcus rambled on, sighing happily, his eyes dazed. "FLINT! Language." "Yes Professor." Marcus’ hulking form shrank under Severus’ glare. "Should I remind you of who Riddle’s Mother is and her rule of swearing in front of him?" Marcus shuddered. Aunt Cassi was as bad as his own Mother with that rule, both knew punishment spells that would make the fiercest Death Eaters quake.