Sira's pov
I sat at the back of the stands, worry crawled up my spine. Snape told me to keep an eye on Quirrel since he was the teacher that tried to get past the dog, and dumbledor even wanted me to make one defense for what sat inside. It was a simple descion since only someone with a pure heart could pass. I sat near the teachers stand as the match started off, harry flew high up, his eyes scanning for the snitch and any balls launching toward him. My eyes scanned the crowd slowly as the match progresses. Suddenly a bludger flies up and harry barely is able to dodge, but his broom started acting like a horse as it bucked. I flare out my wings and i look to snape, he gives me a nod and i launch off, flying underneath harry, ready for if he falls. Each wingflap carried some of my worry that snape could hold a counter curse long enough for error to do something to snap his concentration. With every buck harry went higher, causing me to go higher as well till harry was only hanging on by his hands. My instincts kicked in and i grabbed the broom, my magic flowing in and i could feel the two spells fighting one another, i found the darker spell and started to purge it, i could feel quirrells anger as he cast, trying to strengthen the spell as my white magic purged it till it dissapeared and i let go, helping harry onto the broom again. I flew back to the stands and landed, panting from weakness as error sits beside me and snape comes over." Good job purging quirrells spell, the anger that shone on his face will help me smile knowing my debt is repaid." I nod" it wasn't too hard, i won't tell him that you were saying the countercurse, besides his friends didn't do anything too drastic right?" Snape shakes his head with a cold smile" the girl set my robes on fire but i used the opprotunity to break quirrels line of sight, which allowed you the advantage." I nod and i see harry suddenly dive, a golden fluttering ball in his sights, the other seeker pulls up a moment before harry and he stands onto of his broom, reaching for the snitch, his broom tilted further and further toward the ground till it caught in the dirt and harry was flung, onto the snitch. The crowd quieted as i moved to the front of the stands to see harry spit out the snitch into his hand. The crowd cried in uproar that harry caught the snitch, my wings flare out as i roar strongly, the scary match being over after a nasty scare from a teacher with a dark secret under his turban.