"The Gryffindors take the Quaffle... that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and" the stands were filled with cries of outrage and sympathy. "OUCH.. that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger sent by Beater Rhys Colton. Quaffle taken by the Slytherins, that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger, sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which from here.. nice play by the Gryffindor Beater," Harry found him agreeing with his team, he enjoyed Lee’s voice, he was perfect for commentating. "Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes... she's really flying.. dodges a speeding Bludger sent by Hyland Anks... the goal posts are ahead.. come on, Angelina if you get this you can have a date with me" Harry leaned forward on his broom as to not fall off in hysterical laughter. "JORDAN" "Sorry Professor, Keeper Bletchley dives and he misses GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" Gryffindor's cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins, but Harry barely heard, he had just noticed his magic, it was soaring alongside him, but it wasn't trying to reach the stands like he would of thought. He flew past the Gryffindors seats in the stands, but like before his magic was trying to reach upwards. Oh Merlin, he thought once he had figured it out, they were on the pitch, on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.