His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, to most of Slytherins shock the Weasley twins flew up to help Rhys and Hyland as they tried to pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. He looked looked at them pleading for help, his eyes wide in terror, all the young Slytherin wanted was for him to pull him to safety. They ended dropping lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. He looked at Marcus who was flying towards him his face showing his panic, which was strange on the usually stoic 6th year. Harry shook his head harshly and looked at the goals purposefully. Marcus nodded and reluctantly seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing or caring other than the Gryffindors in the stands. Even the Gryffindor chasers, who were trying to get the Quaffle back, looked back constantly at the tiny first year as they played against Marcus, Adrian and Graham. Slytherins most formidable team of Chasers to date."Come on, Hermione," Daphne pleaded.