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Katie yawned wildly the next morning when she entered the Great Hall for breakfast. She lay awake for most of the night, sick with anger about Draco Malfoy getting Slytherin pulled from the game. They would now be playing Gryffindor in the final match of the tournament, which was not going to be a walk in the park. Gryffindor would stop at nothing to win the final game, especially if it was against Slytherin.

At around quarter to eleven, the school begun to make their way from the castle and down to the Quidditch stadium. Katie quickly wrapped herself up with her cloak before setting off across the grounds with Draco and Pansy.

Draco was in an exceptionally cheery mood. He went on and on about how relieved he was by the fact that Slytherin wouldn't be playing in the storm.

"We'll win the Qudditch Cup for sure." he said confidently (Pansy gazed at him in awe).

"Not with you as Seeker, we won't." Katie grumbled. She had clearly hit a nerve.

"Need I remind you that you let Potter get the Snitch in first year."

"Need I remind you that Harry caught the Snitch when it was right under your nose."

This petty bickering continued on until Katie and Draco were seated not-so-comfortably in the Qudditch stands.

Lightning struck the pitch and the rain continued to fall heavily. Looking down, there didn't seem to be a pitch at all — only a very large pool of swampy, brown water. The wind whistled in Katie's ear and she could not hear Lee Jordan's comedic commentary over the wailing of the storm.

A sudden loud crack of thunder made the stands gasp. Katie definitely heard that. Harry whizzed above the clouds unexpectedly. Something about the way that Harry just shot up into the sky told Katerina that he was chasing the snitch, and Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Seeker clearly believed the same, because he climbed the skies and was at Harry's side in no time.

No more than twenty seconds later, Harry reappeared on the pitch, and Diggory emerged from the clouds quickly after Harry. The grey clouds were so thick that Harry did not realise he was flying straight towards the Ravenclaw stands until the students screamed. Harry pulled up, and to his luck, so did the Snitch. It now took a clear path, across the centre of the pitch, and Harry zoomed after it. It didn't take long for the crowd to realise what exactly was happening, and they all stood up. Some cheered and others booed, but most were lost to the sound of wind and rain.

Shouts erupted from the stands when Cedric overtook Harry. Katie jumped to her feet and screamed at Harry, egging him on, much to Draco Malfoy's disgust.

Just as Cedric's fingers clasped around the golden ball, hundreds of people screamed in terror. Katie's gaze snapped up to see none other than the Gryffindor Seeker falling through the air, spinning towards the ground, and his broom was no where in sight. Scattered across the muddy pitch were at least a hundred dementors. Katie's blood ran cold and she almost toppled over from the fright.

Harry continued to fall... twenty feet... forty feet... sixty feet. Katie's heart was pounding so hard, she thought it was going to burst.

Just as it seemed as though all hope was lost, the booming voice of Albus Dumbledore said, "Arresto Momentum!"

Harry's fall was slowed and he landed gently on the wet ground. Dumbledore and Madam Hooch were on the pitch in a five seconds flat. Dumbledore waved his wand and a burst of silver shot out the end. The dementors whisked away at once. Dumbledore then magicked a stretcher and carried Harry up to the school on it.

Katie noticed how Cedric Diggory ran straight over to Madam Hooch. He was yelling at her and flourishing the Golden Snitch in her face.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team cleared off the pitch and Katie assumed they were following Harry to the hospital wing. Katie rose from her seat, pushed past the whispering Slytherins and sprinted through the pelting rain and back towards the castle.

"It's not fair, it's not fair." Katie repeatedly muttered to herself as she dashed to the hospital wing. She was soaked to the skin and her drenched cloak was slowing her down, as was her wet hair that seemed to have taken a particular liking to getting in her eyes, so it took her about ten minutes to finally reach the hospital wing.

When she got there, the Gryffindor team, as well as Ron and Hermione were all grouped around Harry's bed. Katie pushed through the small crowd to get to Harry. Her breath hitched when she saw him. His skin had been drained of all colour — it was white as snow — and his lips were blue, and his jet black hair was still dripping wet.

"Is he alright?" Katie asked apprehensively. Her breathing was heavy from both exhaustion and nerves. No one answered her question.The entire Gryffindor team looked to be almost as pale as Harry, and Ron was comforting a crying Hermione. Katie herself had to blink away tears that were threatening to fall.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said, finally breaking the thick silence.

"Peaky?" Fred exclaimed. "Well, what do you expect? He fell over a hundred feet!"

"Yeah, come on Ron, let's walk you off the Astronomy Tower, see what you look like."

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry said groggily as he slowly peeled open his eyes. The Quidditch team let out breaths of relief and Hermione stopped crying. Katie placed a shaky hand under Harry's head and helped him to sit up.

"Harry!" Fred beamed. "How are you feeling?"

Harry's face was twisted in discomfort. "Thanks, Katie — What happened?"

"Well... you fell off your broom..." Ron explained.

"Really?" Harry retorted. "I meant the match. Are we having a replay?"

No one said anything. Katie saw Harry's eyes darken with realisation.

"We didn't — lose?"

"Diggory got the Snitch," George began explaining. "Just after you fell. He didn't realise what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square... even Wood admits it."

Although she played no part in Gryffindor's defeat, Katie couldn't help it when a strange sensation of guilt bubbled up in her stomach.

"Where is Wood?" Harry asked, eyes scanning his teammates.

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

Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his wet hair. Katie stared down at her feet, saying nothing. Chris grabbed Harry's shoulder and shook it roughly.

"Come on, Harry, you've never missed a Snitch before. There had to be one time you didn't get it."

"It's not over yet," Fred reassured Harry. "We lost by a hundred points, right? So if Hufflepuff lose to Ravenclaw and we beat Slytherin — sorry Katie — and Ravenclaw..."

"Hufflepuff will have to lose by at least two hundred points." George pointed out.

"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"No way, Ravenclaw are too good. But if Slytherin lose against Hufflepuff — again, sorry Katie—"

But Katie's mind was too occupied by strange guilt to pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right under her nose. Not only this, but the shock of seeing Harry fall a hundred feet still had not worn off. For a second she had thought he was...

Katie thoughts were interrupted by Madam Pomfrey rushing over and demanding that the Quidditch players clear out. She made several comments about how they were dripping mud all over her clean floor. The team trooped out and Katie, Ron and Hermione moved closer to Harry's bed.

"Dumbledore was really angry," Katie said in a quaking voice. "I've never seen him like that before. He sort of slowed down your fall, then he ran onto the pitch, waved his wand at the dementors and shot this silver stuff at them. They left the stadium straight away... he was furious they'd come into the grounds—"

"There's another thing, Harry..." Ron said nervously. He picked up a bag that had been sitting by his feet. "When you fell, your Nimbus — it sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and... Well, you know the Whomping Willow it — it doesn't like being hit..."

Ron tipped the bag over and dozens of bits of wood and twigs fell onto Harry's bed — the only remains of his faithful, finally beaten broomstick. This was the last piece of bad news that Harry could hear before Katie saw his heart break behind his eyes.