It was a bright and sunny day when the quidditch match began. Slytherin was up against Gryffindor. The stands were full and crowded as both houses had a deep competitive nature against the other.

The search for the snitch was a grueling match for Draco and Harry. Both are desperate to catch it first. The game was intense and everyone in the stand was cheering for their house. But then the accident happened. A bludger meant for a Slytherin chaser was avoided, but its direction was in line with the seekers.

Draco had been leaning forward in his broom, the snitch only a moment away. He was grinning proudly, this was it. The moment he always waited for. Today was the day he was going to grab the snitch before Harry bloody Potter. Suddenly, there was a blunt pain in his side and he fell from his broom of a very large height difference.