The Quidditch season had finally begun, and chaos began. All the teams were being trained harder than before, Marcus had become ruthless up at obscenely early hours, out extremely late. Everywhere they looked people were talking about the upcoming match, the coming Saturday would be the first game; Slytherin vs Gryffindor. The tension had gone up between the two houses, Henry Potter and Ronald Weasley had started proclaiming loudly that Slytherin didn't stand a chance, or if they won it would be because they cheated. Harry was just grateful they had managed to keep his making the team a secret, it was things like this that made him happy to be a Slytherin. Everyone in Slytherin knew he had made the team, but only a few trusted outside of Slytherin knew, mostly Ravenclaws who were dating Slytherins as they were the only house who weren't scared to death of them. The training sessions had gotten so brutal to the team that Harry couldn't be luckier that his sister was Hermione, or that she was happy to help, he wouldn't of been able to finish all his homework without her help. She had also bought him Quidditch Through the Ages, through owl order catalogues as a congratulations present. Which turned out to be a very interesting read, he truly enjoyed reading it again and again with the Draco, Blaise and Theo.