The crisp evening air swept through the Quidditch pitch as the Gryffindor team gathered for their first official practice session. The sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows across the field, and the golden glow made everything feel almost magical.
Harry stood there, Nimbus 2000 in hand, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him.
Oliver Wood clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up, team! We've got a Seeker prodigy with us now, but that doesn't mean we'll go easy on him." He shot Harry a teasing smirk. "Potter, let's see if you can handle the big leagues."
The team chuckled, and Harry grinned. "Bring it on."
Up in the air, Harry got his first taste of real Quidditch training. The Chasers—Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell—were fast and coordinated, weaving in and out like a well-oiled machine. The Beaters, Fred and George Weasley, made sure to introduce Harry to the concept of not getting hit in the head by a Bludger.
At first, Wood put Harry through agility drills—sharp turns, sudden dives, and high-speed stops. To everyone's shock, Harry mastered them almost immediately. He was quick, but more than that, he had an uncanny sense of positioning, always knowing exactly where to move before anyone else did.
Katie Bell, hovering nearby, watched with increasing admiration. She had seen good players before, but Harry was something else. His intuition, his natural flow on a broom—it was mesmerizing.
"Alright, Potter," Wood called, tossing the Snitch into the air. "Let's see you do what you were born to do."
Harry's sharp emerald eyes locked onto the tiny golden ball. It flitted about the pitch like a lightning-fast firefly. With a smirk, he leaned forward and vanished, accelerating so fast that Katie almost forgot to breathe.
For the next five minutes, Harry danced in the air, dodging obstacles with inhuman precision, predicting the Snitch's flight pattern like he could see the future. And then—snap.
He caught it.
The team erupted into cheers.
Katie, still hovering midair, watched the boy with newfound intrigue. Give him a few years, she mused with a smirk. And maybe I'll take him for a spin—not just on a broom.
Game Day – Gryffindor vs. Slytherin
The day of the first match arrived, and the atmosphere in Hogwarts was electric. The entire school had gathered in the stands, dressed in their house colors, waving banners and chanting for their teams.
Harry stood with his teammates, clad in scarlet robes, his heart pounding in anticipation. Across the field, the Slytherin team stood in their emerald green uniforms, exuding an air of smug confidence.
"Alright, team," Wood said, voice steady. "They're going to play dirty. Keep your heads cool, and don't let them rattle you."
The captains shook hands, and Madam Hooch's whistle blew.
The game had begun.
Slytherin wasted no time in showing their usual tactics—brutality disguised as competition. Their Beaters aimed Bludgers directly at players instead of just trying to disrupt plays. Their Chasers rammed into Gryffindors at every opportunity.
It was a battle.
Katie got elbowed in the ribs mid-pass but powered through. Angelina barely avoided a direct body slam that would've sent her crashing. Fred and George enjoyed the chaos, returning fire with their own aggressive playstyle, whacking Bludgers at Slytherin players like it was personal.
The score was tied.
High above the action, Harry hovered, scanning the field. He ignored the fouls, the rough plays—his only focus was the Snitch.
Then, he saw it.
A flicker of gold near the stands.
Harry didn't react immediately. He remained still, his body relaxed, not giving away the fact that he had spotted the Snitch. The Slytherin Seeker, Terence Higgs, was glancing around as well, oblivious.
Then—
BOOM!
Harry exploded forward, shooting through the sky like a comet. The stadium erupted in gasps and cheers as he tore through the air at breakneck speed.
Higgs reacted late, and by the time he accelerated, Harry already had the advantage.
The Snitch dipped, weaving between players, skimming low to the ground. Harry dodged a Bludger by twisting mid-air, flipping upside-down before rolling back into position. Higgs tried to block him off, but Harry feinted left before vanishing right, leaving the Slytherin grasping at thin air.
The Snitch dipped lower—closer to the grass.
Harry had an idea. A crazy idea.
Instead of chasing it in the usual way, he stood up on his broom.
The stadium screamed.
McGonagall, watching from the professor's stand, nearly had a heart attack.
"Potter, NO!"
But Harry wasn't listening.
His Nimbus 2000 rocketed forward, and just as it reached top speed, Harry jumped.
Time slowed.
His body soared forward, arms outstretched, as the Snitch flickered just inches away—
SNAP.
His fingers closed around the tiny golden ball.
The stadium exploded.
Harry landed on the soft grass and rose to his feet, holding up the Snitch for all to see. Then, with a cheeky grin, he gave a deep, exaggerated bow.
Gryffindor Wins!
McGonagall had never felt prouder of one of her students.
As the team swarmed him, hoisting him into the air in celebration, Katie Bell watched from the sidelines, a smirk playing on her lips.
"He's gonna be something special," she murmured. "And maybe… so will we—someday."