He floated high above the pitch, scoping out the area for any signs of the snitch. He could feel his heart caught in his throat as he anticipated the moment of finding it first before the other team’s seeker.
“It’s here somewhere,” James Sirius Potter whispered to himself. Anxiety had been mounting within him since this was his first Quidditch match of the school year. Everyone in his family was there and all eyes were on him.
He came from a family of great Quidditch players, some of the greatest that this school had ever seen. His father was a great seeker as well as his father before him. His mother was one of the best players for the all girls team, The Holyhead Harpies. His uncles were great players of the sport too. So his expectations were running high as he sought to make a name for himself amongst his family.
“I know you’re out there.”
Within a blink of an eye, he saw a strange flicker of light swerve past the hoops. Then he saw the other team’s seeker make a move in its direction.
“No! You’re mine!” James leaned forward into a dive in the middle of the arena. He leveled out before he hit bottom then rocketed towards the snitch’s direction. He could feel the green robe of the other seeker, flapping in his face, as he closed the gap between them.
Side-by-side the rival seekers twisted and turned between pillars and hoops, trying to stay on target of their prize.
Suddenly, the snitch flew high above the pitch, leading the seekers to follow it into the clouds. Moments later both were in a freefall, heading towards the earth fast.
Madam Hooch waved her wand frantically to stop the boys decent. She flew over to them to give them the once over then blew her whistle.
Screams and hisses rose from Slytherin house, while the Gryffindor team let out their grumbling moans.
“Good show, Potter,” said Scorpius Malfoy as he gave James a genuine smile and his hand.
But James just glared at it. “Thanks,” he mumbled before he stormed off the pitch.