Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Quirrell stood a few seats behind Severus who was frantically muttering the counter curse. Reaching Quirrell, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well chosen words, bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Quirrell's robes, then she scrambled back along the back row to see the pitch and Harry, it had worked. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom, although the Weasley Beaters strangely enough, still didn't fly too far from him, and Marcus, Adrian, Graham and the female Gryffindor Chasers kept looking back at him almost as though they had to make sure it didn't happen again. "Mum, Auntie Cassi, you can look!" Draco said cheerfully. Narcissa and Cassiopeia had been sobbing into Lucius’ robe for the last five minutes, causing the man to look extremely uncomfortable. Harry was speeding toward the ground faster than before when the crowd saw him, he had his hand stretched out, still a great height from the ground when suddenly a Bludger no one saw coming slammed into his side. Then slowly as if in a nightmare, he lost his grip from the force of the hit and he slid off the side of his broom. He screamed and closed his eyes as he hurtled towards the ground, when suddenly his descent stopped with him hitting something hard, firm and... warm? So definitely not the ground.