gathered around his bed. Ron and Hermione were also there, looking as though they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool. 

"Harry!" said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath, the mud.  "How're you feeling?"

 It was as though Harry's memory was on fast forward. The lightning -- the Grim -- the Snitch -- and the dementors... 

"What happened?" he said, sitting up so suddenly they all gasped. 

"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been -- what -- fifty feet?" 

"We thought you'd died," said Alicia, who was shaking. 

Hermione made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot. Amelia had an arm around Hermions shoulder, keeping her close. 

"But the match," said Harry. "What happened? Are we doing a replay?" 

"We're out of the woods people." said Amelia. 

No one said anything. The horrible truth sank into Harry like a stone. 

"We didn't -- lose?" "Diggory got the Snitch," said George. "Just after you fell. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square... even Wood admits it." 

"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. 

"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."

"Good thing wood floats," said Amelia. There was a loud groan from the team.

"I'm sorry, ok. I make jokes when I'm nervous."

 Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly. 

"C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before." 

"There had to be one time you didn't get it," said George.