Catch me when I fall

My name is Jessamine Snow, but people call me Jessa, I am eleven years old and I live in Hogwarts with my foster mother, Minerva McGonagall. You see, when I was little my parents were killed by Lord Voldemort. Everyone is scared of that name, but me? Never.


8. Game of Quidditch! Harry's First Snitch

Chapter Eight

Game of Quidditch! Harry's First Snitch


Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were sitting beside each other eating our delicious breakfast. However, Harry was too nervous to eat anything. He just sat there staring off into space. Finally what seemed like forever, the silence laced in the air was interrupted my Ron.

“Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.” Ron said trying to persuade Harry into eating.

“He’s right Harry, you need to eat. We have a game today and you’re our Seeker.” I added while I continued eating my healthy salad.

“Ron and Jesse are right. You need to build up your strength today.” Hermione also added.

“I’m not hungry.” Harry grumbled as she starred at the bread.

I casted a worried glance at Harry, trying to read his emotion laced in his eyes. I was interrupted by a cold, steel-like voice from behind me.

“Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you’ve proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin. [1] “

He walking away quickly, I narrowed my eyes at his legs which seemed to me limping ever so slightly. As if catching my drift Harry looked at us in disbelief.

“That explains the blood.” He stated to us, his eyes gleaming.

“Blood?” Hermione asked with a look of confusion plastered on his face.

“Listen, last night, I’m guessing Snape let the troll in as diversion so he could get past that three headed dog. But, he got bit, that’s why he’s limping.” Harry said adding in details.

“But, why would he, more like anyone go near that dog?” Hermione asked outloud.

Harry thought for a second before saying anything.

“The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts business, very secret.” He told us leaning in closer. My eyes widen in disbelief.

‘I know what was inside that vault! I heard my mum talking about it before with Professor Dumbledore.’ I thought to myself frantically. But before I could listen in I got up quickly, leaving my confused friends behind me as I walked quickly towards the exit.

‘If I were to tell them what was inside that vault, my mum would end my life! No joke, I wasn’t even supposed to be up that late that night. I have to go somewhere… I can’t let my friends get hurt!’ I quickly went towards my room that I had for years. I opened up the chest near my bed and looked inside.

There inside, at the bottom was a book. I picked it up gently and looked inside.

There were pictures covered in blood. Those pictures were my deceased parents. They looked happy, waving at the camera and dancing around. They were in the woods, leaves falling behind them, one even landing on my mother’s head. My father took the leaf out of her hair and they both laughed, happiness was clearly shining in their eyes.

A teardrop landed on the picture, I slowly put the picture back and closed the photobook, and laid in gently inside the chest, making sure it was covered by old clothes and blankets. I slowly walked out of my room and headed towards the locker room to get dressed for the Quidditch game.


“Scared, Harry?” Oliver asked Harry.

Harry gulped and nodded.

“A little.” He replied meekly.

I smiled and gently pat his shoulder, he turned and smiled slightly at me.

“It’s alright. I felt the same way before my first game.” Oliver replied smiling slightly at the memory.

Harry tilted his head.

“What happened?”

Oliver looked down at Harry, then he looked back up.

“I...uh… I don’t really remember… Took-“before he could continue I slapped his arm.

“Don’t tell him! He’s going to be afraid for the rest of his life if you tell him!” I said scolding him, shaking my head.

“Yes ma’am!”  Oliver said, saluting mockingly. I rolled my eyes and continued looking straight.

We exited the tent and entered the sky.

“Hello! Welcome to Hogwart’s first Quidditch game of the season! Today’s game: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!” Cheers interrupted him before he could continue.

Finally after what seemed like forever he continued.

“The player take their positions as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!”

“Now, I want a nice clean game… From all of you.” She said pausing as she looked at the Slytherin team.

She released the Bludgers, as well as the Golden Snitch.

 “The Bludgers are up. Followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.”

Madam Hooch throws the Quaffle in the air.

“The Quaffle is released and the game begins!”

Harry and I flew straight in the air, watching the game from below. It was our job to find the Snitch.


“Angelina Johnson scores! Ten Points for Gryffindor!”

The Game went by fast. We scored another ten points, but after that, things seem to go downhill.

Harry’s broomstick was being weird. It kept trying to kick him off repeatedly. I looked around noticing that this was not his fault but someone else’s fault. I looked at the teacher’s booth noticing that two people’s lips were moving.

It was Professor Snape’s and Professor Quarrell’s mouth to be exactly.

But before I could take out my wand, Professor’s cloak caught on fire.

‘Why is his cloak on fire?! It wasn’t him who did it!’ I furiously thought as I looked back at Harry, who was struggling to get back onto his broom. I flew towards him and helped him get back on the broom. Cheers and claps were echoed as we got back in the game.

However, something caught my eye.

“Harry! There’s the Snitch go get it!” I whispered loudly to him. He looked around and finally spot the Snitch.

“Got it!” Then he flew off.

To make things simple, we won. Although, Harry almost swallowed the Snitch which caused Hagrid to rush over to him with a bucket.

But it wasn’t vomit that came out of his mouth it was the Snitch!

“He’s got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!”

Madam Hooch blows the whistle.

“Gryffindor wins!”

I cheered along with every other Gryffindor, this has to be the best Quidditch game.


Hey Guys~ Sorry for the late update! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)




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