The next day we all huddled around the long table, Harry was picking at his food.

   "C'mon Harry, "I urged, "eat....we got a big game today."

   "I'm not hungry." He muttered, pushing his plate aside. Snape walked over, a smug look on his face.

   "Good luck in the match Potter, Ketchums. Then again now that you've Proven yourself against a troll the match will be an easy goal. Even if it is against Slytherin." A smile appeared from his face, but quickly disappeared as he walked briskly over to the teacher table.

   "What's he so happy about? "I scoffed, giving a pokepuff to Absol.

     Ash simply shrugged his shoulders, then returned to his sandwich. There was a a squack, making everyone turn their heads to see Hedwig and Fletchling carrying a large item.

     "Mail? "Harry asked, staring at his package. "I never get mail." He muttered, transfixed at the package like it was Xerneas.

    "Lets open them!! "Ron encouraged, and started ripping up my package. Inside the package was a broomstick, but at the handle said a Nimbus 2000.

      Hedwig and Fletchling returned to the staff table, to be petted by professor McGonagall. Without anyone noticing,I slipped out a 'thank you.'

    Timeskip....

     We stood in the shack, waiting to hear our cue to fly into the open field. Fletchling perched onto my shoulder 'acting 'as my guide bird.

     The doors opened, everyone mounted onto their brooms and flew into the arena. The stands were filled with bustling Gryffindors and Slytherins.

    "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts' first match of the season, Gryffindor v.s Slytherin!! "A young boy's voice rang through the speakers.

      At their names, the students cheered louder than ever before. This is gonna be fun.

        Madame Hooch stepped onto the ring, "Now I want a clean game, from all of you." I notices a Slytherin boy was eyeing me.

         The Quaffle was thrown into the air, kicking into full speed I grabbed the Quaffle and started flying towards the three goals.

      Ash was by my side, Slytherins too.  When we were close enough I threw the ball into the middle ring. 

    As the game continued Ash and I scored most of the goals, Slytherins made two players unconscious, including our captain and Angelina.

    As I passed Harry I caught sight of his broomstick bucking him like a Ryhorn. Seeing the chance I helped him get it under control.

    "Thanks Alice!! "He shouted through the winds. "No problem, keep an eye out for the -"

    "SNITCH!! "He shouted, then flew away from me. Fletchling gave off a slight chuckle from my shoulder, then flew away towards Ron and Hagrid. Isn't he supposed to stay with me?

    Whatever, Harry fell off of his broomstick and made a puking gesture. Ash flew over to my side, "Looks like he's gonna be sick." I commented, a sick feeling rising up me.

    The Snitch  popped out of his mouth. Wait?! The Snitch!!

    "Gryffindor has 150!!! Gryffindor wins!!!! "